Page 22 of Shiner's Light

“What are you doing on the floor, honey?” he asks, all the while closing and locking the door behind him without taking his gaze away from mine.

“Nothing,” I remark, releasing a shuddered breath and scrambling to my feet. “Why didn’t you tell me you asked Chelsea and Lucky to take Milo for the night?” I ask, hoping to change the subject. I don’t want him to know what happened with Tessa and the others. It could just cause problems, and I don’t want to be the one to bring that about.

“‘Cause we’re staying here tonight, Olive. Something may or may not happen, he doesn’t need to be here for that, but more than that, I want no distractions for what you and I will be doing.” Shiner steps into my space, hands on my hips, and he tugs me close.

“No distractions?” My breath whooshes out of me, and I fist my fingers into his shirt. I’m not sure if I’m trying to push him away or hold on to him with dear life.

“Yeah.” The grin that touches his lips is one I’ve always loved. It’s filled with mischief and sex all in one.

Shiner dips his head down and touches his forehead to mine. “I want you to trust me to take your clothes off, get in that bed, and let me eat that pussy I’ve been craving. Think you can handle my mouth being on you?”

Whoa.

Could I?

“You haven’t even really kissed me,” I blurt, not thinking more about this before the words are out of my mouth. I mean, he has kissed me, but could it actually be counted as a kiss? Or maybe it’s the fact I want him to kiss me and that kiss be more than rushed.

My body is already waking to him being close, but it scares me because I know what my body looks like. I still feel dirty because of what those men did to me.

“I intend to do that as well, honey,” he murmurs. Before I can come up with a response, he’s doing just that, kissing me.

Shiner’s lips open over mine, guiding the way, his tongue slipping in to mingle with my own. The taste of beer fills my senses, and I cling to him, wanting more. So, so, so much more.

Those hands of his slide over my hips, down to my rear, and I find myself moving backward until my legs hit the bed. Next thing I know, I’m falling backward, not once do I lose his mouth. He comes over me, his thighs parting mine, the hard ridge behind his jeans pressing against the most sensitive part of my body. The leggings I put on this morning are not the best barrier, especially when he grinds against me.

It’s heaven.

Shiner shifts, tilts his head, and deepens the kiss further, drawing a moan from my lips.

Things progress from there as he slips his hand into the band of my leggings and cups me between my legs. He gives me a groan of approval, finding me slick and wet for him.

Lifting his mouth from mine, Shiner meets my gaze. “So wet for me already, honey.” The approval in his voice causes a spasm inside me, and I wiggle my hips slightly, wanting more of his touch.

“I’m going to enjoy having my mouth on your pussy, Olive. I’m going to lap up all these juices coating your folds and fuck you with my tongue until you come on my face,” he murmurs, his fingers dip inside me as his thumb circles my clit.

“Shiner,” I breathe, arching, needing him to do something.

“Honey, when I’ve got my hands on you, my mouth on your sweet body, my fingers in you,” he says between kisses he peppers along my jawline and neck, “I’m not Shiner to you when I’m doing any of this. Never Shiner to you. I’ve always been Wyatt, and you know it, Olive.”

Oh my God.

My body is humming under his touch, and I want more, so much more.

“Wyatt,” I whisper his name pleadingly.

“That’s right, honey, say my name and know who’s touching this sweet body.” Shiner rewards me with a brush of his lips against mine. “Pull your shirt up for me, I want to see your tits.”

With shaky hands, I grip the hem of my shirt and start to lift it. It barely clears halfway when there’s a pounding on the door.

“Get out here, Shiner, cops are here.”

I recognize Nines’s voice shouting from the other side.

“Shit,” Shiner grunts, pulling his fingers from inside my leggings, eyes meeting mine. “Sorry, honey, that thing I mentioned is happening. Don’t worry about anything. Just do me a favor and stick close. If they separate us, just stay quiet and let us handle it.”

“Okay, but what’s going on?”

“A raid,” he answers, pulling me off the bed.

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