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I don’t know whether that answer was in response to my question or getting my dick in her, but maybe it was a bit of both. “Good fucking girl.” I smack her ass and drive into her.Oh my fucking god.“You’re so tight, baby. So. Fucking. Tight.” A snap of my hips against her curvy backside accompanies each word. She clutches at the sheets in front of her, letting out little gasps and groans. And goddamn, she feelsinsanelygood like she did the other night, hot and so, so wet.
Lust races through my veins, but there’s something else there, too. This girl—this woman—she trusts me. At the very least with her body. And oddly enough, I’m hoping the rest will come. I don’t know why that thought flies through my head, but it does. I want her to look at me and see someone she can count on.
A few thrusts later, I spot the faded bruise from the night Cannon bit her ass.Like I told him to.I run my palm over it and all at once pull out, eliciting a throaty whimper from Elliot. Bending at the waist, I bite down on his mark, covering it with one of my own before I smack her ass and thrust back inside her. She gasps loudly, throwing her head back and twisting around. Our eyes lock, and something passes between us in this moment. I’m coming undone. A possessiveness awakens inside me, and I wonder what the hell Cannon would think of me fucking her again. The thought doesn’t last long because, right now, I don’t care. This moment is ours. Mine and hers.
I reach around, keeping my rhythm, and find her clit.
“Oh. F-fuck. Yes,” she pants out as she grinds herself against my fingers. I don’t have to do much beyond apply steady pressure, because our girl knows how to take what she needs.
Her sweet, luscious body slams into me, meeting me stroke for stroke as we race toward the release our bodies need. And with her, I find I’m about to temporarily set aside all this day means, so I can breathe again. If only for a moment.
I give her ass another sharp smack as she begins to come apart.
“Kingston. Oh, yes. Oh god.” She slows, trembling, and then she cries out something that sound a lot likeOh fuck, yes, yes, yes,but I can’t quite tell because her face is buried in a pillow as she screams out her pleasure.
And that’s it for me, my balls draw up tight, and I plunge as deep as I can go. With an animalistic grunt, I spill my cum into her pretty pussy.
When we’ve both caught our breath, I look down between us as I slide out, noting how I’m coated with me and her. I push back into her with a groan. “Are you okay?” I curl my body around her, unwilling to let her go yet. I press a kiss to her back, which earns me a soft smile when she turns her head.
“I feel good. I wouldn’t have stopped you for anything, even my dizzy head.”
Finally, I pull out almost all the way with a heaving sigh. “You look good with my cum inside you.” I pat her luscious ass, liking the way my hand looks on it.
She gives me a funny, wrinkle-nosed look I find adorable. “What?”
I stare down at her pussy and my cock. “I like it. You and me.” Finally, I shake myself free of the daze I’m in and slide all the way out of her. I grab the T-shirt I’d discarded before my shower, cleaning her up as best I can before tossing it into my laundry basket. I fall onto the mattress beside her and pull her on top of me. I fucking love the way her head tucks right under my chin. And the way her soft breasts smoosh against my hard pecs. And also the way her body straddles mine.
I could spend forever like this, with her draped over me. There’s no denying there’s something here beyond sex. I skate my fingertips up and down her spine, and she sighs, long and deep, and then relaxes on top of me.
I haven’t wanted her from the moment we met like Cannon has. I don’t have a clue how smart she is, but Archer seems to think she’s got big brains like he does—and he fucking loves it. For me it’s different. A soul-deep understanding of each other based on similar experiences. I feel her burying herself inside me, and I’ve only known her a little over a week.
I fucking knew she’d be trouble the second I saw her. I simply had no clue what kind of trouble she’d be.
* * *
Elliot shifts in my arms. I don’t know how long we were asleep, but it’s probably good for both of us. She pats my chest. “Kingston? Are you awake?”
“Yeah.” My voice comes out all gravelly.
“Um. Earlier… when you said I should tell you if someone was bothering me? I was kinda scared to say anything. I didn’t know who I should trust because I didn’t know where the threat was coming from. But—”
Immediately on edge, I try to hide my concern by smoothing a hand down her back and speaking quietly. “But, what?”
“Someone has been sending me notes.”
My entire body tenses, my hand pausing its motion. “Notes?”
She nods against my chest. “Like warnings. Threats. To get me to leave the brotherhood.”
“Like text messages?”
“No, old school. Paper shoved under my door. I’ve gotten three of them. They’re in the bottom drawer of the nightstand in my room.” An involuntary shiver rolls through her body. “They’ve gotten progressively nastier and meaner.”
What the fucking hell?“Why didn’t you say something?” I bite out, then squeeze my eyes shut, instantly regretting my harsh tone when she winces.
She burrows her face into my chest. “I didn’t want me being here to be any more of a problem than it already was.” Her body heaves against mine. “I shouldn’t have said anything. Just forget it,” she mumbles.
She’s never going to tell me anything again if I don’t course correct right now. With a rough chuckle, I sit up, forcing her to kneel, straddled over me. Her eyes are wide and nervous, and if I had any question as to whether she was telling the truth, I no longer do. “I want to see them, but before I have a look, I need to ask you a question.”
