Page 34 of The Shadows We Keep

Snaking my hands in the tight fit between our hips, I pull at the elastic of his sweats, easily shoving them down his legs. His legs are kicking, trying to set themselves free, but it doesn’t happen. He sighs, frustration building when he rolls off me, losing his weight and heat throws me into a shiver.

He yanks the pants off, tossing them to the floor like they personally offended him. I stifle a laugh, sucking my lips in to keep from making a sound, but that does nothing to hide my grin.

“Do I amuse you, little one?” His dark tone is serious, and it shakes the laughter from my body. His hands capture my feet, yanking me toward him. Mine fly out, gripping at the comforter before my ass slides right off the end of the bed, but I stop right before then. My feet rest on his shoulders, knees thrown wide.

Once again, I’m on full display for this man. He’s a master of switching from hot to cold. His domineering need for control wakes something deep within me and I give over to it.

“No.” I wait, to gauge his reaction. “Sir.”

His eyes light with the Devil’s flame, ready to play. The sting of the snapping fabric reverberates before I hear the tear of my last bit of modesty. When the wet warmth of his tongue runs along my slick folds, ecstasy dances through my veins. My head hits the mattress and my body arches, pushing my pussy down on his tongue.

The man has skills. He’s working my body over like a prodigy on the ivories. His tongue fucks in and out of me and my feet slip from his shoulders, my thighs tightening in on his head. His tongue dips lower still, coaxing the tight ring of my muscle below. I hardly register the novel sensation of his fingers coming into play when he presses them deep inside my cunt, curving upwards and rubbing against the sensitive spot that makes me quiver.

Each stroke of his tongue, mixed with the fullness of his fingers, builds my body higher. I’m so close to falling over the edge when he pulls away.

The whisper of his words blows against my heated skin. I catch my breath and look down at him, my juices glistening on the scruff across his chin. His tongue grazing slowly along his lips, enjoying every last drop. “Tell me sweetness, has anyone ever had you here?”

His finger grazes my ass, but I don’t stiffen, instead I relax against his wandering hand.

“Does myself count?” I give him a wicked grin and he bites my inner thigh. Soothing the sting away with a quick kiss.

“You’re going to be trouble for me, aren’t you?” he asks.

But he doesn’t give me the time to answer before I’m lifted from the bed, my shoulders the only point of contact. He’s feasting again. His mouth is a wicked thing, never lingering long enough in one place to let me come.

His hands run along my back, ghosting against my skin, until he’s got both hands full of my ass, pushing my pussy harder against his mouth, so hard I’m not even sure he can breathe.

“Oh, God. Fucking hell.” I’m almost there when a loud, annoying buzz comes from the living room. My hand shoots off the bed, gripping his head. I tighten my legs, dangling over his shoulders and his mouth loses suction.

“Don’t you dare fucking stop, Harkin,” I demand.

His devilish grin comes right before a harsh slap to my clit. The sting heightens my need to come, pulling a desperate moan from my throat.

The buzzing sounds again and again, but neither of us moves. This stare down is now a battle of wills, and for once, I think I may have met my match. Thankfully, today, I’ve won this battle because his mouth is back on me, and it only takes a few seconds before he flings me over the edge and my whole body feels like it’s floating. My heels dig into his back until the bliss of my orgasm fades.

He drops my legs to the bed slowly and climbs up my body, gripping my chin. His pupils are blown when he stares down at me, and his fingers tighten. “You call my name when you come from now on. There’s no room in this bed for anyone else but us; even God can’t have you here, little one.”

Then he’s gone from the room, his stride a whirl of darkness as my eyes try to regain focus. The ceiling fan rotates overhead. I pull in a deep breath, feeling my chest expand and tighten. I hold it in, seconds pass, but I hold it until it burns. Slowly, I push it out between my lips, steadying my heart rate.

A slam from far off startles me, then footsteps sound in the hall coming back in this direction. I quickly realize there’s more than one person barging loudly past his bedroom. The door to the hallway is across the room. It’s cracked slightly open, and the hall light illuminates their forms, but they bustle by before I can tell who the other person is. Another door down the hall slams shut. I hope his neighbors don’t mind.

Inching off the mattress, I tiptoe across the chilly floor to his closet, pulling a black button-down off the hanger. I slide it over my arms and do up the tiny red buttons. Just like his tee shirt earlier, I’m swimming in it.

Sneaking into the hall, I tread softly, but the raised voices make my efforts futile. I lean forward, pressing my ear to the door. Their conversation is muffled, and I can’t make anything out.

It’s maddening.

Whoever’s in there interrupted our time together.

The handle twists seconds before the door pulls open slightly. My body sways forward, ready to fall with its support gone. I find my balance and turn, ready to scurry back to cover before I’m found eavesdropping. But with it cracked, their conversation is no longer hindered, and I can hear them clearly.

“Are you going to tell her?” the unknown male voice asks.

A sigh answers and then the deep timber of Harkin’s voice fills the silence. “No, why would I? It’s not hurting anything, and I’m not ready to have her scrambling for the hills trying to get away from me.”

The other guy laughs. “You’re playing with fire.”

“Don’t I fucking know it. But she’s different, James, she’s nothing like Alina.”

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