rasped in her ear. “You like being trapped under me, huh? Impaled on my fucking cock?”
“Mmhmm,” she moaned.
He pulled back and slammed into her over and over, fisting her hair even harder and sinking his teeth into her shoulder. Her moans turned to soft cries, which turned into muffled screams, and he loosened his grip just enough to let her bury her face in a pillow.
“Fuck,” he groaned, feeling both of them getting close to exploding.
After a few more deep and brutal thrusts, her walls rippled and clenched, sending him over the edge with their vise-like grip. His breath hitched and his head fell next to hers as waves of release overtook him.
Once he’d caught his breath, she turned her face and asked, “Can I talk now?”
“Not if it’s to tell me to get off you,” he muttered. “I’m pretty sure my legs don’t work right now.”
She laughed. “Okay, just scoot over then. I can’t breathe.”
He rolled to his side so she could get some air in her lungs and her dangling leg up on the couch. When she got comfortable in his arms, he tucked her head under his chin and pulled her to his chest as tight as he could.
“You wanna go to bed?” she asked.
“No.” He reached around the top of the backrest for a blanket and spread it over them one-handed. “I don’t wanna let you go long enough to get there. You mind?”
She pulled away from him with a smile and slipped off the tank top she was still wearing. After lying back down and wiggling around a little, she settled in with a happy sigh. “Nope, I’m good right here. Get some rest, babe, you need it. Good night.”
No questions? No complaints? Finally, a good end to a shitty fucking day. No skirting around the truth or making excuses, just her naked in his arms.
“Night,” he whispered. “I love you.”
“Love you more,” she murmured.
“Not possible.” He kissed her cheek and listened to her breathing, waiting for it to slow down. When it did and he knew she was asleep, he let himself drift into oblivion too.
: 14 :
| LIVIA |
Three days after making a deal with the fucking devil—also known as Buddha in this particular scenario—I sat at a table inside Crow’s Nest with a cup of coffee, contemplatively watching people stopping by to have their cheeks swabbed. Across the country that morning, twenty other chapters were hosting their own donor drives.
With all of the friends Buddha and the club had in Linwood, I’d arranged for ours to be held at the bar. The hospital didn’t need a massive influx in foot traffic and we didn’t want civilians roaming the clubhouse either, so I’d found a lab tech to set up at the Nest where people could filter through. I figured since we were dealing with swabs instead of needles, the health department wouldn’t make an issue of it.
It had taken a ton of coordination, but based on my calculations, we’d have a pool of five hundred to two thousand possible matches by the end of the day. Five hundred to two thousand slim chances that could add up to a real one for Buddha.
Torch hadn’t slowed down at all since the night he fucked the shit out of me on the couch. He was still spending the majority of his time working and my suspicions over the seriousness of whatever was going on were growing deeper. And while I was grateful for the opportunity to help the club in some way, being kept in the dark about everything else was starting to grate on my psyche.
I may have spent most of my adult life being hunted from one state to the next, but every move still had to be calculated to stay ahead. I dealt in analysis, not ambiguity; keeping my senses strong, my information constant, and my guard up on every level was a necessity. But then Torch’s sexy ass had ridden into the picture, swept me off my feet, and plopped me down in the middle of his kingdom. I had no idea what the fuck to do with myself because I didn’t know what the fuck was happening around me.
I was doing my best not to dwell on the cloud of mystery hanging overhead, but it was hard not to feel a little out of place and confused. I didn’t do well with confused, every problem was supposed to have a solution if you just thought hard enough.
“Hey you,” Zed