Page 51 of Hell of a Mess
His dirty words made my actions more frantic. I lifted my hips and kept my eyes on him.
“Ah fuck. That’s it, sweet girl,” he murmured as his eyes started to glaze over. “Fuck that pussy for me.”
His mouth fell open, and he pressed his head back before a low, deep growl came from him. Dropping my eyes to his lap, I saw the first shot of his release, and my body exploded with my own. I arched up and toward him, and he turned and sprayed my chest with the next two pumps.
I stared down at my bare breasts, covered with his semen, and I quivered, coming down from my climax. That had been amazing, and it wasn’t even sex.
“We shouldn’t have done that,” he said in a hoarse whisper.
I looked up at his face to see him staring at my chest too.
“Why?” I asked, still breathless.
We’d both enjoyed it. We were adults.
He lifted his eyes to mine. “This is why Mal doesn’t want you to stay here.”
I did not care what Mal wanted. But clearly, Luther did care.
“I wasn’t going to tell Mal about it,” I replied, pulling my hand from my shorts.
Luther chuckled. “Yeah, that’s a good thing. He’d put a bullet in me, and I’d have to let him.”
I stilled. He had to be joking.
“That was a onetime thing. No more of this. I was horny, and you were right here.”
He sat up and pulled his shirt off. I was immediately distracted until he began to wipe his release off my breasts with said shirt. He did it gently, as if he were afraid it was going to hurt my injuries.
“Unless you’re having a nightmare, I am staying out of here,” he told me. “That was risky. I was seconds away from ripping off your shorts and shoving my dick into you.” He finished and stood up. “Go back to sleep. I’ll see you at breakfast,” he told me as he walked toward the door.
I didn’t want him to go, but I knew I couldn’t make him stay. When he didn’t even look back as he left the room, I sank onto the bed and stared dejectedly at the ceiling.
My first sexual experience, and somehow, I’d messed that up too.
Twenty-One
Luther
Linc was sitting at the table, watching Stevie and Maui wrestle around on the floor. A smile tugged at his lips as she giggled until his gaze swung up to see me. Then he was scowling. Not that I gave a fuck. It wasn’t like he had anything to be pissed at me about. He didn’t know that I’d shot my load on Lace’s bare tits, like some horny teenager. If he did, then I’d understand the scowl.
“Morning,” Jayda called out as she took biscuits from the oven.
“Mornin’,” I replied and went to my chair as Maui left Stevie to come rub against me with his own greeting.
“Watch, Luther! I can make him roll over, just like you,” she said excitedly.
She lay down on the floor to roll over herself. Sure enough, the dog fell to the ground and mimicked her.
“That’s one way to do it,” I replied.
“What’s up your ass?” I asked Linc as Jayda set a cup of coffee in front of me.
He cut his eyes at his daughter, as if she hadn’t heard us curse before, then back at me. “Halsten. He’s demanding a meeting with us. He’s claiming she’s his and still calling her by the sister’s name. We need to know why he’s calling her by a name that isn’t hers and where that sister is. Arun Al-Bahrani hasn’t said a word or even attempted to contact any of us. He’s gone silent. Left the country. Also, from a source at the Sovereign, he’s not a straight man. He has a lover.”
That was too much shit before I had my coffee. I downed more than normal, burning my throat in the process.
“And here I thought, this was about Mal wanting Lace to move to his house,” I said with a grunt.
