Page 44 of Shiner's Light

But it’s not over, not yet.

We still have to find Harpoon and deal with him along with the dirty cop. Until then, our job isn’t complete. We’ll find them, and when we do, I’ll make sure I’m there to see them both dead for what they did to my woman.

“Want me to put a call into Rebecca?” Surge asks once the van is in motion.

“No,” I answer. All the wounds are on the surface, and I can take care of them myself. Plus, I’m pretty sure she wouldn’t want anyone else touching her.

For that matter, I don’t think I could handle anyone touching her until I know she’s awake and the drug has worked its way out of her system once and for all.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

OLIVE

Waking to my flesh feeling on fire and need unlike anything else I’ve ever known. Between my legs, it aches and feels slick. The need for release is nearly overwhelming.

I edge my fingers down my stomach, sweat beading my body as the fever consumes me. I barely circle my clit when my wrist is caught, stopping me from going farther.

Opening my eyes, I find Shiner sitting there staring down at me, eyes dark and his lips firm.

“Wyatt,” I murmur his name on a plea.

“You’re still feeling the effects of the drug they gave you,” he growls, allowing his gaze to roam over my body.

“It hurts. Please help me,” I beg, thrashing in the middle of the bed.

Shiner leans in, keeping my wrist in hand, and brushes his lips over mine. “I can’t do that, Olive. You deserve more than to be fucked while under the influence.”

“If you don’t want to help, then leave me alone, and I’ll handle it myself.” There’s no way I’m going to be able to handle this without some sort of release.

“You ain’t doing shit without me, woman.” Shiner’s eyes narrow, and his nostrils flare.

“I will if you don’t fuck me,” I snap, rolling my hips, lifting them off the bed. “I need the pain to ease. Please, Wyatt, please make it go away.”

Shiner mutters something under his breath, releases my wrists, and moves between my legs. His cock finding its purchase and drives home. A scream of unadulterated lust spills from my lips, and my nails dig into his shoulders.

“Yes, oh God, yes, Wyatt,” I pant, barely able to comprehend anything else. “It feels so good.”

“Fuck, honey, your pussy is already convulsing around my cock,” Shiner grinds out, plowing inside me hard and fast, his fingers digging into my hips, holding me in place.

The fire burns brighter, and I wrap my legs around Shiner’s waist, locking them around him, and grind up into his thrusts. I meet him with movements of my own.

Shiner draws first one release, then another, back to back, reaches between the two of us, and brushes his thumb over my clit. It’s my undoing, and I climax for the third time, his name a cry on my lips. He snarls through his release, his cock twitching and spurting his release inside, coating the walls of my pussy.

It’s heaven and hell all in one, but soon, I find myself floating back down and my eyes fluttering close.

* * *

The second time I wake up, it’s with a groan, and my body feels like it’s still ablaze. I need Shiner again. Finding him sprawled out next to me, eyes closed, I decide to be brazen and climb over him and kiss my way down until I have his cock in my mouth. I’d gone down on him before, but this feels different.

Instead of him guiding me, it’s me taking what I want. Bobbing my head up and down, I swirl my tongue around the tip and lift my gaze to find him watching me.

“Swear to god, I’m going to tan your ass,” he says, but doesn’t stop me. Instead, he wraps his fingers in my hair and takes over fucking my face, sending his cock to the back of my throat. It’s a good thing I don’t have a gag reflex, otherwise, I wouldn’t be able to take what he’s doing to me. His cock twitches, and I know he’s going to come soon. I can feel it, and I want it. All of it.

Unfortunately, Shiner has other plans. He jerks me roughly from his cock, tosses me onto the bed, rolls me to my stomach, and grips my hips. A scream leaves my lips as he thrusts home, driving his cock inside like a jackhammer. This time, when my release would have come, Shiner pulls back and slows his pace.

“You’re not coming so easily this time around, Olive.” There’s no missing the anger in his voice. “It’s time you learn a lesson.”

“What lesson?” I ask, panting, trying my best to thrust back, but he holds me in place.

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