Crash Into Me - L.A. Fiore Page 0,99

the rings attached to the frame, four of them that had heat pooling between my legs. Kade stepped up to one. “Had them added just for you.”

I reached for my shirt and pulled it over my head. “I think we need to try them out.”

I was on my back, arms bound, and Kade was kneeling between my legs, his cock driving into me with deep hard thrusts, his eyes on where we were connected. I moaned, my body jerking from how hard he was fucking me. “Don’t stop.” My head dropped back, another moan ripped from my throat. His finger moved to my clit, his groans and the sound of our skin smacking together had me struggling against my restraints because I wanted to touch him, even loving being unable to.

“Yes, oh, oh, yes, fuck…Kade!”

“That’s it, Baby, fuck, you feel so fucking good.” He moved deeper and faster until he came, his voice raw when he groaned his release.

He didn’t move, didn’t pull out. His breathing was more like hard pants, as he looked his fill. “Fucking love how you look.” He brushed his thumb over my nipple. “Don’t need you bound, but I love you letting me bind you.”

“Don’t need to be bound, but I love being bound for you.”

He didn’t respond with words but brushed his thumb over my other nipple, down my body, over my scar, until he reached between us. He touched my clit, sank in deeper, before he brought it to my mouth, ran it over my lower lip, then pressed the tip between my lips to meet my tongue. I tasted us. He then brought that same thumb to his lips and licked our taste off. He pulled out of me, reached over and undid my wrists, then pulled me up against him, chest to chest, heart to heart. No words were spoken, but none were needed. Then he kissed my nose. “I need to feed you.”

“Maybe we can try out the new counter.”

His smile was breathtaking. “You read my mind.”

I stood looking at myself in the mirror. My wedding dress was perfect, hugging my figure and just brushing the floor. I was going barefoot. My hair was swept up in a knot; I wore a little mascara and lip-gloss, but with my tan, I didn’t really need makeup. The only jewelry I wore was my ring. I was getting married today. A day I dreamt about, a day that almost didn’t come.

There was a knock before Gregory Enzi stepped into my room. He’d been to see me in the hospital, but we hadn’t really talked, not about that night. He didn’t come closer, just stood by the door. “I said it that night, you remind me of her. What you did for me, and for her, exposing the truth behind her death…” He closed the distance, his focus intense. “I’m in your debt. You ever need anything, absolutely anything, I’m a phone call away.” He studied me before he whispered, “You look beautiful.” He touched my cheek. “Congratulations.”

He walked out of the room before I could respond, but a smile touched my lips, because maybe they were both now at peace.

“Hey, Partner.”

“Zac.” I met him halfway for a hug. “I’m so glad you’re here.”

“I wouldn’t miss it.” He lowered his head, looked up and grinned. “I think I could be tempted to retire here.”

“You are getting up there in years. You should seriously think about it.”

“I’m only thirty-six, three years older than you.”

I grinned.

“You look happy,” he said.

“I was always happy, but with Kade, it’s just a different kind of happy.”

“Well, it’s a good look on you. I won’t keep you, a line is forming out there.” He kissed my cheek. “Enjoy the moment, savor it, Molly. It took a lot for you both to get here.”

God, I missed him. “I will.” He started for the door. “Zac.”

“Yeah.”

“You should really think about retiring here.”

He flashed me a smile. “I intend to.”

Ethan walked in. Zac and he shook hands. “You’re looking good. How you feeling?” Zac asked.

“I’m doing good. Thanks, Man.”

“Good luck with your maid of honor duties,” Zac teased.

“Man of honor,” Ethan said, trying to sound stern, but not pulling it off. Zac chuckled, looked back at me, winked and disappeared out the door.

“I can’t believe you’re getting married today.” My focus shifted from the door to Ethan. He was wearing linen pants and a white shirt, so different from his all black look. He looked incredible. “And that you live here, though,