Silver Lining (Diamond #3) - Skye Warren Page 0,50

lean down and pin her wrist to the bed.

She shudders underneath me, a full-body shiver, and her pussy gets hotter. Tighter. Wetter.

One time, in the middle of the night, she woke up from a dead sleep and told me that the white van haunts her dreams. That every time she sees a white van, her heart stutters. And then she pulled me on top of her and demanded that I pretend.

So I did.

The difference now, obviously, is that there is no white van. It’s just me. And whatever fucked-up feelings we both have about all the fucked-up things that happened, it doesn’t change the fact that we both have our fantasies.

This is Holly’s.

Thank God.

She comes hard, no warning, and opens her mouth to bite the skin between my finger and thumb. I pull my hand back but only so I can turn her face another quarter inch and kiss the side of her lips. “You’re mine. My little captive. There’s nowhere for you to go, nothing to do but take what I give you, your sweet little cunt wrapped tight around my dick.”

“Again,” she says.

I put a hand between her legs and haul her closer so I can fuck her harder. This means she has to work for it, angling her hips for maximum contact. When she comes again it’s with her face buried in the pillow and both hands clenched into fists. Holly throws her head back, saying something, but I can’t make out the words. I’m too lost in the electric tension of taking her. Using her. Wringing out all her orgasms and making her feel mine, too.

Which I do.

It shouldn’t be possible to come this hard so many times in one morning, but I manage. I let her have it. I fuck her all the way through. By the time I’m finished with her she’s got both hands braced against the headboard. At the bitter end I drop my head down onto her back and rest there until she pushes me away, laughing.

Until she rolls onto her back and throws an arm over her eyes. It takes a while for her breathing to settle, and I indulge myself in the pleasure of watching it.

I think she might fall asleep, but no.

I’ve barely caught my breath and she’s already propped over her notebook again.

“It starts with a woman on a plane.” Holly pauses, tapping her pen against her cheekbone. “Maybe it starts before that. The Mona Lisa....” She trails off, scribbling more notes.

“Does it have a name?”

She laughs, a short, musical sound that makes her shoulders shake. “I was thinking of calling it Diamond in the Rough.”

“Diamond in the Rough?”

“That’s what you are. Diamond in the Rough by Holly Frank. Though it’ll have to be sexier than my other stuff. Maybe I’ll use a pen name. What do you think?” Holly rolls over onto her back, abandoning the notebook, and threads her arms around my neck.

“Some of that shit is still classified, you know.”

“Well,” she says, “I can probably change some of the details. It is fiction, after all. To be honest if I wrote everything as it happened, some people wouldn’t believe it.”

“Sometimes I don’t believe it, and I lived through it.”

“We went through all that shit, but there’s a silver lining after all. There’s this.”

My lips quirk in a smile. “A book?”

“No.” Her eyes glisten. “You. Us. We’re the silver lining.”

“I love it,” I say, my voice hoarse. “And I love you.”

Her eyes melt. Her whole body melts against me. And of course I’m fucking hard again. It never stops with her, and I never want it to. “I love you, too,” she whispers.

“Are you going to write that into the book?” Love, I mean.

“Of course. It’s the best part.”

Epilogue

Holly

On our first morning in Paris, I wake up to mimosas.

“If you’re not walking around Paris drunk on champagne, it’s not a honeymoon,” Elijah says as he hands me the glass. There’s a whole tray of food: croissants and eggs Benedict and olives and fruit. He must have ordered the entire breakfast menu.

I laugh without a sound and take a sip of the bubbly orange juice. “What do you know about honeymoons?”

“I know that ours is perfect.” He drinks his entire flute of mimosa in one swallow. And then he gives me a small, abashed grin. Even though we’re married now, and even though we’ve been living together for months, it still surprises me to see that expression on his face. No one’s smile is more hard-won