Page 14 of Brage & Dinah

He pushed to his hands. Her legs tightened around him, and she lifted her head. He could read the panic that he was leaving her before he finished.

He wasn't going anywhere.

Lengthening his strokes, he pulled out until the head of his cock slipped out, only to experience her tightness again when he slid back in. The power behind his rhythm moved Dinah against the floor. Her head tilted back, and she grunted with each full impact.

He repeated, again and again, and again.

Flailing her arms, she grabbed, pulled, hit him as her pleasure escalated. Their rapid breaths filled the quiet room. His pulse roared in his ears, and he strived for the pleasure waiting for him.

Dinah held her breath. Her body strained.

As if held in a vise, Brage groaned, pumping hard. His toes curled in his boots. She squeezed down on him and stifled her scream of release. Charged, his body unraveled as his balls throbbed, and he filled the condom.

He slowed.

Her legs slid from around him.

She closed her eyes and turned her head.

He dropped to his elbows and palmed her cheeks, forcing her to look at him. She wasn't going to forget him that easily. She wasn't going to ignore what happened between them. She wasn't going to shut him out. Not when she was on his mind every damn minute lately.

"Don't ignore me." He stroked her face. "Not yet."

"I'm not." She arched underneath him. "You can get off me."

Planted deep inside of her, he was comfortable. His dick wanted to stay inside her warmth. It would come out on its own. In time. When it was right.

"You don't hang around Slag because you have a man in the club." He took in the way her body hardened underneath him. "You came around before you got the job."

"So," she said.

"You claim not to fuck around, and you felt I needed to know." He pulled out of her and pushed to his feet, taking out the condom. "So, why me? Not once, but twice."

She sat up and grabbed her shirt, slipping her arms inside and buttoning it halfway up. Then, she threw an empty plastic sack at him. "Maybe you should ask yourself that question."

"I have, babe." He threw the condom in the bag.

Her brows lowered. "Babe?"

He shook his head. What the hell was he doing?

Tucking his dick in his jeans, he fastened his belt and moved his pistol into position. He never put demands on a woman because of sex. It was a human act. A way to feel good. She'd told him as much earlier.

His personal lines blurred because of his need to protect Slag members. He asked the members to refrain from bringing anyone outside the club around while they dealt with the retaliation of stealing the extortion money out of Moroad's hands. He needed to do the same, no matter how attracted he was to Dinah.

He looked back at her; his vision accustomed to the darkness. "Roar always has a Slag member standing by the front door of the bar. I'll make sure they all know that they need to walk you home after work. It's risky to cross the train tracks by yourself."

"I'm able to take care of myself." She bunched the edges of her uniform top together.

"You heard me." He approached her and kissed her forehead, softening the tone of his voice. "Lock up behind me."

Music suddenly played in the room. She looked around and stepped toward her purse, pulling out her phone. He opened the door and walked out on the porch, lighting a cigarette, and waited for her to lock the door.

"I told you I had to work. I'll meet you on Sunday," she said inside the house

He looked behind him at the closed door. The walls were thin. There was no mistaking the irritation in Dinah's voice to whoever she talked to on the phone.

She must've disconnected the call or lowered her voice because he heard no more as he enjoyed his smoke. Eventually, the click he listened for came behind him and he walked out to his motorcycle.

In the distance, the train whistle blew. It was almost three o'clock in the morning.

He revved the engine and headed across the tracks before he was stuck waiting for the railcars to pass.

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