Page 44 of Saving Blood

She throws me a teasing smirk seconds before she lowers her head and swallows me whole, sucking me deeper until I hit the back of her throat.

“Fuck!”

My head falls against the cushions as she pumps me from root to tip. My hand finds her head as my hips jerk off the couch, keeping perfect rhythm with her mouth. She deep-throats me one more time, and the pressure builds to a painful pleasure. The exact minute it all comes together, and nothing matters but the here and now.

I suck in air through my mouth. “I’mma blow, babe.”

My legs weaken, and my spine arches up to meet her hot, slick mouth. I fuckin’ blow apart, and she never stops pumping me. Sucking me dry until there is nothing left.

19

MAXINE

Blood drags me up off the floor and holds me in his arms. Against my better judgment, I burrow into his chest and drink in the scent of his warm skin. He tightens his grip, and I savor the sense of security. I’d never been shown any physical affection as a child, and Hector reacted physically but never with affection. I’d learned to turn everything off when I’m with Hector and make it mechanical. Sadly, I’d never been hugged or held for real, and the simplicity of the act sends a shiver up my spine.

“You cold, baby?” Blood’s throaty voice whispers in my ear.

“No.” I wrap my arms around him, holding on for dear life. A desperate act using him as a lifeline—thinking how perfect it would be if we never had to move from this position. If the security I experienced at this moment never ended—but that isn’t reality, and it certainly isn’t my reality.

He gathers me closer, then effortlessly stands with me still in his arms. My legs automatically wrap around his hips as he staggers us into the bedroom. He kicks the door closed with his booted foot, then gently lays me on the bed.

His eyes never leave mine as he strips off his cut and t-shirt, then pushes his half-open jeans over his hips. Again, I marvel at his perfection, but when he crawls onto the bed, I sense something has shifted between us.

He peels my shorts over my legs, then pushes at my tank top until he has it off, flinging it behind him. He palms my breasts, tweaking them until the nipples pebble under his fingertips. He lowers his head and sucks in one and then the other, making me moan out and writhe against the mattress.

It’s completely different from the urgency of our past times together. He nudges me onto my stomach, and I try to resist, but he shakes his head. “I wanna see all of you.”

He traces the scars on my back first with his finger, and then with his tongue, gently laving each mark, each imperfection.

He leans into my ear. “When I’m done, you’re gonna tell me who did this to you, understand?”

I nod against the pillow because, in this moment, I want to tell him all my nasty truths. All the flaws that make up my life. He has me under his spell, where only the truth matters, and I’m helpless to resist his requests.

He rolls me over again, anchors my legs over his shoulders, then dives in without warning, teasing and nipping my clit. I ride his mouth with abandon, and when he sticks his tongue deep, I shatter into pieces, too weak to formulate words.

Blood shifts over the bed and rummages through the end table. My hazy eyes focus on him ripping a condom open with his teeth, then sheathing himself.

He knees my legs apart and settles between them. I cry out when he slides into my slick heat, arching my back to meet his thrusts.

“Harder, I need to feel you harder.”

His hips grind into mine, plunging deeper, filling every inch of me, and I love it. Tormenting and teasing me to another orgasm, another way to escape the ghosts haunting my brain. A way to forget how I have to deceive the only person who’s ever made me feel safe. He captures my body in a powerful way, yet I’m never afraid, never scared, knowing he won’t hurt me intentionally.

Even his earlier threat didn’t scare me. I don’t doubt he’d avenge the Bastards, but his tactics could never match Hector’s. Blood is a hard-ass biker who defends his club, but he has a code. I have no doubt he’d pull the trigger without a second thought for his brothers, but I’ve also seen how he genuinely cares for the street kids who roam the neighborhood around the gym, which tells me wouldn’t harm the weak or the unarmed.

Whereas Hector would kick, claw and stomp over anyone in his path, weak or strong, it makes no difference. He has no loyalty to anyone but himself, which makes him dangerous and out-of-control because nothing is off-limits, nothing is forbidden as long as he comes out on top.

Blood is fearless and tough. Hector is ruthless and vicious.

BLOOD

I brace my hands against the mattress, my hips grinding in and out, searching for my release—or searching for something I can never have—I don’t fuckin’ know at this point. I do know I’m not only screwing the enemy. I’m falling fuckin’ hard for the enemy.

She was lying to me, and I knew it, but her vulnerability is real. The way she held on and hugged me, her body begging me to shelter her. For all I know, she is playing me right now, but I don’t give a fuck. Unless the whole damn room lights on fire, I’m staying in this bed for the rest of the night with Maxine under me, over me or tucked in tight to my side. I pump into her one more time, and my body explodes in another mind-bending orgasm.

Whatever this is, and whatever we are doing, has an expiration date, and when our time is up, we are sure to crash and burn.

I fall to her side, and she pulls at me. “I like you close to me.”

---