Page 80 of Butcher

Rolling my head, I saw Isla asleep next to me. I reached out and gathered her up until she was half laying on me, on my good side of course. Still the movement caused a lightning bolt of pain to shoot through me. “Damn.”

“What are you doing?” she asked, her voice sleepy.

“What do you think?” I asked, ignoring my now throbbing side, while brushing my fingers over her cotton clad pussy. She was only wearing panties and a tank top. Made my fucking mouth water just to see her in the moonlight, her hair a mess, eyelids half-mast as she gaveme an amused look.

“You were shot,” she told me. As if I needed that reminder. “Not to mention you have a slight concussion.”

“Then I better not go to sleep. Gotta do something to stay awake.”

She rolled her eyes and shook her head. “We can’t. You’re-”

I yanked her all the way on top of me so that she was straddling me. “Does it feel like I can’t?” I asked, arching my hips so she could feel how hard I was.

“Butcher-”

“I want you.”

“Butcher-”

“Come on, Terror. We just won out against our enemies.” I gave her a cajoling look.

“Dean!”

I glared at her. “What,” I muttered, though I hated that fucking name. It still almost sounded good coming from her.

“I don’t want you to hurt yourself.”

“That’s why you’re going to do all the work.”

That made her pause. “Really?”

“Yeah. Ride me.”

She batted at my hands as I reached forward to tug on her tank top. She squirmed on top of me, nearly making my eyes cross with both pleasure and pain from my side, but when she settled she was naked on top of me. She reached back and shoved my sweats down enough to release my hard-on. Eyeing it she asked, “How are you hard after everything? Aren’t you in pain?”

“A bit,” I admitted. “Not like that matters to my dick.”

Her eyes met mine, the moon lighting the room up enough we didn’t need to turn the lights on. “That’s a thing?”

I shrugged. “It is for me. Never asked any other man if they still got hard when they were in pain.” My hands found their way to her hips. “You going to fuck me or what, Terror?”

She leaned down and kissed me. “I thought you were dead,” she murmured against my lips.

“Takes a lot more than that to kill me,” I replied, but I wrapped myarms around her, hugging her tight because she seemed to need it. And there was a moment, before that bullet hit, where I’d felt fear. Not for myself, but for her. Real, unregulated fear. I was pretty sure that was the first time I’d ever felt that before, but I knew exactly what it was. I didn’t fucking like it.

She kissed me again, taking it deeper this time. She sucked on my tongue, and ran her hands over my shoulders and down one side. She was being careful not to hurt me. Breaking the kiss off, she sat up, stared me dead in my eyeballs and then slid down over my dick.

I groaned as her hot cunt enveloped me. This was what I’d been missing. She was wet and so damn tight.

She started bouncing on me, gasping with pleasure, but the minute I bucked up into her she slapped me across the chest. “No. You’re holding still. Remember?”

The sound I made was a mix of a groan and a growl. “I don’t hold still well.”

“I know. But it’s my turn to fuck you.” She gave me a smug smile. “So no moving.”

Rolling my eyes, I laid there hoping she’d get back to the good shit quickly. My balls were aching.

She placed her hands on my chest and started rolling her hips.

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