Page 41 of Deader than Dead

John’s smile erred on the side of wicked. “I used to be a boy scout.”

“Really?” Another thing to add to my imaginary fact file.

“Really.” John was distracted, though, his eyes busy devouring me. “You weren’t naked last night,” he said in explanation.

That’s right; I hadn’t been. We’d both been doing our best to ignore the thing on my chest. Me, because it had scared the shit out of me, and John because he’d known full well what it was, given he’d been the one to put it there, but hadn’t wanted me to know that. There’d been so many lies between us last night. Now, there were none. I drew him down for a kiss, wanting to celebrate that fact with heat and enthusiasm.

“I love you,” I said between kisses, no longer able to keep the words inside. “Unless it’s too soon to say that, and then please just put it down to me being the type of person who will say anything during sex to get what I want.”

John laughed, the sound glorious. “Me too. Love you, I mean.” He drew back with a slight shake of his head, his cock a heated brand against my thigh. “Well, that was no good. Far too casual.” He leaned forward to palm my cheeks, his stare intense. “I love you, Bellamy.”

I stared into those pretty blue eyes of his, an animalistic possessiveness wrapping long fingers around my heart. Mine. Definitely mine. “I love you too.” I might have just said it, but I’d also tried to take it back in the same breath, and John deserved better than that.

Things escalated quickly from that point, frustration building at the same time as I savored every moment. I was an incoherent mess by the time John fumbled a condom on, the lube ending up everywhere. But I guess that was the beauty of fucking on a mattress that would need replacing, anyway. I wouldn’t be thanking O’Reilly’s goons anytime soon, though.

Thoughts of O’Reilly and her men slid away as John loomed over me, perfectly defined muscles straining as he held most his weight off me. “How do you want me?”

Soon. I didn’t say that, though, my brain running through a rapid montage of sexual positions instead and imagining John and me in the starring roles. So many to choose from, and I wanted them all. Decision made, I squirmed out from under him, coming up on my hands and knees and looking back over my shoulder. When he only looked at me like a deer caught in headlights, I arched my back in invitation.

A shaky breath escaped from his lips as he moved forward, the lubed tip of his stiff cock brushing my ass cheek. “So fucking gorgeous,” he said as he lined himself up.

“Do it,” I encouraged, needing him more than oxygen. “Make it so I can’t even remember my name.”

“That’s a big ask,” John said as his fingers tightened reflexively on my hips.

I laughed. “Not really. I’m already halfway there.” I was, lust rendering me more sex-crazed than I could ever remember being. And then the blunt head of John’s cock was against my hole, and there was nothing to do but keep breathing as he pushed forward, creating that exquisite mixture of both pain and pleasure as I stretched around him. I rocked forward as he slid in deeper, dropping to my elbows and resting my face on my forearm. “When you die, do you think that makes you a virgin again?”

John muffled his splutter of laughter in my neck as he slid home completely. “I can’t say I’ve ever thought about it. Why?”

“I like the idea of you being my first. Last night, I mean. Not now. I’m not erasing last night.”

“I like that idea too. I like it very much.”

And then there was no more talking as John moved, and I got swept up in pure pleasure. The position rendered me completely at John’s mercy, and by god did he make the most of it, controlling the speed and depth, and leaving me no option but to go with it.

The day’s events ceased to exist, nothing registering except being pounded into the mattress. By the time his hand slid to my cock and he stroked it in time with his thrusts, I was already a heartbeat away from coming. One more deep thrust and I was a goner, my shouts of ecstasy partially muffled by my arm, but not completely if the barks that started up next door were any indication. “Henry,” I said once I had enough breath to speak.

John paused, his voice strained. “I know you wanted to forget your name, but I’d rather you didn’t forget mine.”

“No. The dog’s name is Henry. He’s a chihuahua.”

“Ah, I see. You’ll have to forgive me if, at this current time, that information is of little interest to me.” He withdrew slowly and then flipped me over onto my back before pushing back in. It came with the added advantage of being able to kiss him while he reached his own orgasm, John groaning his ecstasy into my mouth.

After disposing of the condom, John assumed the responsibility of crawling over the side of the bed in search of something to cover us before the sweat dried on our skin and left us shivering. The delicious sight of his ass hanging over the bed was enough to make me prop myself up on my elbows just to admire it.

He returned with the duvet, which didn’t seem to have suffered any ill effects from being separated from the bed. We curled up under it, John throwing a possessive arm across my chest. At least until his phone started ringing, forcing him to hang off the bed once more to retrieve it.

“Who is it?” I asked.

John placed it on the nightstand without answering it, the phone stopping ringing shortly after. “I’ll give you one guess.”

“Cade.” He nodded as he wrapped himself around me once more, very much the big spoon to my little one. “What do you think he wants?” I asked.

His answering sigh whispered through my hair. “I don’t know. It could be any of a hundred things.”

“Such as?”

“To tell me he got his son back. To talk about what I did. To ask when I’m coming back to work. To discuss O’Reilly still being out there. “

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