Page 59 of Everest

“My men aren’t leavin’. That means you’re stayin’. For your safety.” Riggs’ tone is firm.

Tony looks like he wants to argue, but he doesn’t.

Because that’s the end of it.

London takes my hand, and I follow her without a word to our room. The dim light from the bedside lamp glows softly against the walls, and the sheets are a mess, like she tried to sleep but couldn’t.

I pause in the center of the room, wound tight, and my mind won’t shut off. And somewhere deep in my chest, something tight is unraveling.

London steps in front of me, pushes my cut off my shoulders, and hangs it on the footboard. She doesn’t ask what happened to my shirt. Actually, she doesn’t speak at all. She undoes my belt buckle, slowly removes it, and drops it to the floor. Then she leads me to the bed, and I sit on the edge where she kneels and removes my boots one by one.

I let her do it.

Because it’s what I didn’t know I needed.

Just her.

Just the silence.

We crawl into bed, and I pull her close, burying my face in the curve of her neck, breathing my woman in. London wraps her arms around me, holding me like I am hers.

There are no expectations.

Only her heartbeat against mine.

For now, the unrest and tension my body holds, caused by the threat looming above us, dissipates.

16

LONDON

When I wake, Kallum’s heat is at my back, his hand pressed against my pussy while his finger teases my clit and his bare cock rubs against my backside. His teeth gently nip at my neck, making my breath hitch. His lips smile against my sensitive flesh when he realizes I’m awake. I arch my back and grind my ass against his cock. Instead of giving me what I crave, he continues to tease me by rubbing circles over my clit. It’s not enough. I want him inside me. “Kallum, please.”

“What do you want, baby?” he asks.

“I want you to stop playing and fuck me already.”

Does he listen? Nope.

He’s gotten me so wet that the inside of my thighs is soaked. Having had enough, I reach back and grab a fistful of his hair while looking him square in the eyes. “Goddamn it, Kallum.”

Kallum smiles that annoying smirk reserved only for me. The one where I’ve given him exactly what he wants and, in a flash, both of our bodies roll until Kallum is flat on his back, and I’m sitting upward while straddling his hips.

Still dazed, I peer back over my shoulder and study Kallum’s face as I begin grinding my wet pussy against the base of his cock. “Two can play at this game,” I rasp.

A muscle in Kallum’s jaw twitches, and he bucks beneath me, then digs his fingers into my hips. “That’s not how this works.”

In an instant, he lifts effortlessly and then slams me back down onto his cock. We both groan as he fills me completely. I grind my hips, taking him deeper. Kallum’s fingers curl around my hips to the point of pain, but I love it.

“Fuck, your pussy is choking the hell out of my dick,” he growls.

His words only encourage me to move, so I raise my hips and then slowly slide back down. Closing my eyes, I repeat the move over and over until the sound of our wet bodies slapping together fills the room. I yelp when Kallum’s palm smacks against my ass cheek. “Open your eyes and watch,” he orders.

Doing as I’m told, I open my eyes and stare straight ahead. A gasp escapes my mouth when I see myself in the reflection of the dresser mirror in front of the bed. I almost don’t recognize the woman staring back at me. My hair is wild, my eyes are glazed over with lust, and my face is flushed. Suddenly, my gaze connects with Kallum’s in the mirror.

“Look how beautiful you are ridin’ my cock.”

He's right.

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