Page 167 of Beyond the Blue Horizon
“Theo, Theo, Theo.”
Gushes of air raked from my lungs as pleasure spun through every molecule of my body.
Wave after rapturous wave.
Theo pressed his face to my throat. “Way this pussy feels clamping around my fingers. Throbbing and dripping into my palm. Your ecstasy in my hands. Want it, Piper. Want it all.”
“Then take it.” I was still shaking from the aftershocks as the words quivered out.
A groan of pain worked through him as he clung to me tighter. No question, he was searching for restraint.
“Piper.”
It was a moan.
A prayer.
Hands trembling, I went back for the button of his jeans, knowing I was pushing into a place that I shouldn’t go.
But I didn’t care.
I didn’t care.
“You make me feel alive, Theo. Alive for the first time in years. Maybe truly for the first time in my life. Like maybe the loneliness might not get to rule me forever.”
“Baby.” It sounded close to pain. He heaved a breath as his massive hands smoothed down my back, palms back to gripping my bare bottom.
His phone suddenly lit up from where it sat face-up on the cushion next to him, a blip of sound that broke into the frantic fantasy that had kept us surrounded.
We both looked that way, and I barely glanced at the group message that flashed on the screen.
Cash
New intel. I’m heading to the club. Everyone get there ASAP.
It came from a group thread that was labeled SS.
That was all it took for Theo’s demeanor to flip.
Ice dumped on the flames that had roared between us.
The lust obliterated by the same aggression I’d felt oozing from him earlier.
I turned back to look down at him.
The wings of the moth tattooed on his neck rippled as he swallowed heavily.
His eyes were the darkest they’d ever been. Black diamonds that sparked with something he both wanted to keep hidden and begged me to see.
My mind went to the tattoo that he had on the back of his hand. The two stacked Ss with the dagger running through and the eye in the middle.
The skull sitting on top.
It was almost identical to the one that Kane had, though his had a wilting rose at the top.
The same as River, Cash, and Otto each did, though with slight variations.
Awareness spun.
