Page 25 of Bounty
Short, shallow breaths escaped her. Pleasure glazed her eyes. Her nails repeatedly raked over my back, the slight sting fueling my increasingly frenzied thrusts. Her head lolled to the side. Gripping her chin, I forced her to keep her gaze trained on me.
“Look at me,” I commanded, low and rough. “I want to see those beautiful eyes when I make you come again.”
She nodded, whimpering a tiny, “Okay.” The sound of her sweet voice tightened my balls.
Her eyes sparkled with lust. As she adjusted to the pace I set, she moved with me. Our bodies synced in a primal flow. Shefit against me oh so nicely, and if I was more of a sap, I might say she had been designed just for me.
“God, Effie,” I breathed, picking up the pace and pushing harder, deeper, into her.
The occupant in the room next door probably cursed my entire fucking lineage, but I couldn’t care less. As tension built inside me, my entire world narrowed down to the delicious friction of our bodies.
“More!” Her single word spurred me into a frenzy.
Reveling in the way she surrounded me, I couldn’t deny her demand even if I’d wanted to. I released my hold on her legs to grip her hips. My fingers dug into her flesh. She wrapped her legs around my waist, desperately trying to keep up with my vigorous speed. Skin slapping against skin filled the air, punctuated by our mutual cries of ecstasy. Fire coursed through my veins and down my spine.
“I’m going to come again!” she cried, her hold on me tightening.
“Come for me, Effie,” I ordered, my voice thick with desire. “I want to feel you come around me. Let go, baby.”
With one last whimper, she complied; the tension in her body released as she screamed in ecstasy, a sound that vibrated through her very being. Her slick, hot walls clamped down on my cock. I couldn’t hold back any longer.
“Fuck!” I roared, lost in sensation.
A last thrust and I exploded, coming hard and spilling inside her. My vision whited out for a moment and my body shook. When my orgasm subsided, I stilled and collapsed against her.
Catching my breath, I flipped our positions and wrapped my arms around her. She rested her head against my chest, the scent of sex andherfilling my nostrils. It was a combination I could become addicted to. I could wake up to the comfortingwarmth of her skin pressed against mine and fall asleep to it every night.
“That was incredible,” she murmured, hoarse. Her fingers traced mindless patterns on my pec, the light touch sending electricity down my spine. “The best I ever had.”
I chuckled, my chest puffing out in pride. “Same.”
She hummed in response; my simple statement seemed to have pleased her. A comfortable silence settled between us, the lingering warmth of our lovema— nope, we weren’t in love—of ourfucking, leaving us both sated and deeply satisfied.
Twenty minutes later, we were still intertwined. Though conversation was minimal, my satisfaction ran high. The subtle scent of arousal and her delicate perfume hung in the air. I wanted her again, yet I was loathe to intrude upon our peace.
“So, does this make us a couple now?” Effie’s sweet, breathless voice interrupted the stillness of the room.
I tensed and my contentment shattered. She stirred in my arms and tipped her head back. Hope gleamed in her gorgeous eyes. I averted my gaze. A dozen replies raced through my mind. None would be what she wanted to hear. I liked Effie more than I should, but a relationship between uswas not feasible.
I wanted her, truly, but we couldneverbe a couple.
There were logistical factors to consider, like the fact that we lived in two different cities, two different states, and existed on two different sides of the law. Then there was the age difference, her mother’s disapproval, and most of all, the danger. While there was a bounty on my head, she wouldn’t be safe. Even once that target was removed, I lived a dangerous life. I cared about Effie too much to risk her.
She waved a hand in front of my face, pulling out of my arms to rest on her elbows. “Hello? Earth to Slice.”
I focused on her again. Perhaps, she saw something in my eyes. The denial on my face. She was very smart. It was one of the things I loved about her. Whatever the case, her hopeful gleam dulled, replaced by betrayal unbearable to see. Even before I spoke, she knew my answer. Her vulnerability wouldn’t sway me.
But she was stubborn, too. She swallowed. “Slice?” Her eyes were huge, her defenses completely down. Her lips trembled. “This was more than a one-night stand, wasn’t it?”
I couldn’t bring myself to give a direct response. “You already know the answer.” She exited the bed and I scrubbed a hand over my face. “Effie—”
“Save it,” she snapped. Her voice wavered and I felt like the biggest prick alive. “You just wanted to have s-sex with me! Now it’s happened and you’re done with me.”
She stomped around the room, collecting her clothing.
“Sweetheart—”
“I am so fucking dumb! I can’t believe I thought you actually liked me.”
