Page 157 of Double Bucked

She stares at me like a deer in headlights. Slowly, she walks backward into the bathroom. “Please,” she whimpers. “Don’t?—”

I shut the bathroom door in her face. I lock her in.

Good. That’s done.

I rush to the door, fling it open, and?—

There she is.

Claire. My Claire.

Her hair is tangled around a flower crown. Her skin is flushed, and those gray eyes are wild. She looks like a ghost in her soft, white dress. The hem of it is splattered red.

Her knuckles are white as she grips the hilt of a bloody knife.

Immediately, I take her face in my hand. I savor the warmth of her cheek. She melts into my touch, her eyelids lowering.

“Are you okay?”

Those soft eyes look up at me. “It’s not my blood.” She reaches up. Her fingertips press against the bare skin of my chest. Even the smallest touch from her sends a fire lashing through me.

“I came to save you,” she says.

My breath is light. Tight. My voice is a hard rumble when I tell her, “You already have.”

Our eyes meet. There’s a small, tense second of electricity.

And then her mouth crashes against mine, and I lose all control.

She drops the knife. I drop the gun. I need both hands to grab her. I cup her rear and the back of her head, holding her against me. She climbs me like she can’t get close enough, wrapping both her legs around me. I yank her into the room and shove her against the wall.

I need to be inside of her. Nothing else matters. I’ve never needed anything more.

“I need you,” Claire moans in my ear, her voice hoarse and desperate.

I rip her panties from her legs and bunch her dress up. Her nails dig sharply into my back as I undo my zipper and shove my aching cock inside of her. She’s dripping wet. My hard length slides in easily as she soaks me.

She cries out. She shouts my name—yes—and more. I grind her against the wall. Our hips smack together. Her skin burns feverishly hot against mine.

I ravish her mouth, and she attacks me back, matching my ferocity. She launches forward, knocking me off-balance, and I stumble backward, hitting the bed. Claire straddles me here, riding me hard and fast.

My wild woman. She bucks over my body, her dress fighting to stay on. Her pink nipple slips out of the v-cut, and I attach myself, sucking and nibbling. She grips her hair and shouts as her body clenches me. I growl, her nipple trapped between my teeth, as she milks my release from me.

Her hair is a mess, trapped in the crown. She runs her hand over my chest. Her nails leave hard, red marks. I hiss. My queen isn’t done.

With one swift move, I flip us over so Claire is on her back, her body dripping half off the side of the bed. I hoist her strong leg over my shoulder and drive my cock deep inside my greedy, desperate girl. Even after my release, my erection is still raging strong, and if she keeps looking at me with those lust-filled gray eyes and those slightly parted, rosebud lips, I’m afraid it’s never going to slacken.

I prop myself up with a hand over her head. “Look at me,” I tell her. “Eyes on mine.”

She keeps those perfect, beautiful eyes trained on mine.

“Good girl.” I reward her by cupping her neck, my thumb pressing in. She’s sweating. There’s a light puddle of sweat in the hollow here, and I lick it, drinking her like heaven’s elixir. “I’m yours. Completely.”

She grabs my ass. My stomach clenches as she grips tightly, holding me as deep as possible inside of her. “I’m yours,” she whimpers. “Give it to me, Everett.”

I choke on a moan as a second orgasm erupts from me. She mewls with pleasure, rocking her hips on my cock, her own body throbbing with me.

Her nails leave a bright trail of pain up my back, and I shiver. When I kiss her, her tongue is a balm against mine.

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