Page 29 of Splintered Security
I lie facing taut olive skin stretched over a rock-hard pec. And despite my better judgment, I lean in and place a kiss there, right above Ren’s heart.
Thick arms go solid around me, and I dare a glance up into inky eyes burning with lust. Before I can register it, he shifts, and I’m atop Ren, straddling him, my legs opening to bracket his hips.
He threads his fingers through my hair and drags me up his hard body to his mouth. When my lips hit his, he opens, taking control of the kiss. He groans as his tongue plunges into my mouth to tangle with mine.
One hand leaves my head and slides down my spine in slow erotic torture, leaving fire in its wake. When it finds my ass, his warm palm slides into my panties, cupping me and holding me to him. The tip of his middle finger draws small shapes, enough to drive me wild and make wetness pool between my legs.
I rock against his cock trapped between us, trying to find friction for my swollen clit.
On a growl, he rolls us, nestling his large body in the cradle of my hips. When his cock brushes my center, I lift my hipsin invitation. He presses into me, still covered in his boxers and me in my panties. His head dips to one breast, and, pulling the cup of my bra down, his hot tongue laves my nipple before sucking deep.
“Ren.” I arch off the bed, unable to stop a moan from filling the room. “Don’t stop.”
A strong arm slides beneath me, holding me to his mouth. When his teeth graze my nipple, I nearly combust.
I lift a hand and pull down the other cup, leaving me bare to him. He accepts the invitation and falls on my other breast, offering the same torturous pleasure. I thread my fingers through his hair and hold him to me, all the while rocking my hips, seeking but never finding what I truly need.
His mouth leaves my breast only to blow cold air on it, leaving my nipple standing at attention waiting for more of his touch, more of him.
He trails a kiss over my ribs and to my belly button. Thumbs go to the waistband of my panties as his kisses slide further down my body.
“Oh, God.” Every part of me aches for more.
The pounding in my heart is echoed by… a pounding on the door. We both freeze in place.
“Fuck.” Ren barks out the word at the same time I whine, “No.”
Ren’s handsome face comes over mine and in one easy dip, he kisses my lips chastely. His voice is steel when he speaks. “Sunshine, I need you to get dressed and stay in here. I’ll come get you if it’s safe to come out.”
His eyes hold mine until I nod.
I lose his gaze as the pounding begins again. He kisses my forehead, whispering the wordbeautiful, does a push up off of me, and rolls out of bed.
I drop my eyelids and cover my breasts as he does whatever he does to leave the room. The snick of the door latch tells me I’m alone.
“Ugh.” I throw my hands over my flushed face and try to calm my racing thoughts. My boobs are out, my face is flushed, and I’m horny like never before. That man ravished me—there’s no other word for it—and he barely touched me. My belly is on fire, and my clit is screaming for attention. I’m embarrassed I rubbed myself on my husband like a litter of kittens on catnip. I’ll have to face him at some point and look him in the eye. My face heats again. Thank God I’m alone.
I can’t lie, I’m scared. And Ren must be that, too, if he told me to get dressed and hide. And here I am, lying around thinking about wanting to be fucked. Is too horny to live a thing? Maybe just today…
I get up and do the morning routine. And then I do it fuller because Ren still isn’t back. At this point my hair is done, and I’ve played around with makeup. I’m dressed and the desire in my core has changed to a desperate need for coffee.
I pull the door open a crack only to hear men’s voices. No note of anger, no hint of challenge. I slip down the hallway as quietly as possible.
“…is one nasty motherfucker,” the voice I don’t recognize says. “He comes off dull, but he’s more of a mastermind than anyone gives him credit for. He may even be the brains of the operation. Don’t let his looks fool you. He’s a son of a bitch and will gut you for fun because you’re in the way.”
What the hell? And who are they talking about?
“Noted.”
“Now, August… Hate to tell you, but that dude is dead.”
I manage to hide my gasp but feel my anger rising, ready to boil over with any little thing.
“Know that,” Ren replies.
“Then why’d you have me dig up dirt?”
“I have my reasons.”
