Page 35 of Point of Infinity
“Trouble seems to find you.” I shrugged and squeezed her waist. “I wanted to protect you.” Her ass rubbed against my cock. “Turns out you seek out the trouble. Or maybe you yourself are trouble.”
“I’m not trouble.” She shrugged. “Can’t wait for the universe to make things right. Sometimes you must take matters into your own hands.”
“What would things set right look like in your head?”
“Sonny assaulted with a hot lead pipe in every orifice and then slowly dying in a pool of his own blood.”
I missed her light eyes, but they sparkled the same as she talked about Sonny’s death.
“You’ve thought about this.”
“Since I was fourteen.” She settled back against me. “I also wondered if I would ever see you two again. You dropped out of the sky and protected me.”
She rubbed the tattoo over the scar on my forearm. “You took a bullet that was meant for me, and I never got to thank you.”
“Consider me thanked thoroughly.” I smirked.
That got a smile out of her. She had the prettiest smile. She didn’t smile nearly enough.
“Sonny’s death would set it right?”
She shrugged again.
“What else?” I nudged her.
“Destroying the Infinity Kings, one member at a time.”
“Pretty fucked up that the same gang that hurt your mother also saved your life.” I untied the mask and let it drop to the ground. She rubbed her eyes.
“Take those contacts out.”
She removed them and flicked them across the room.
“There are those pretty eyes.” I kissed the side of her neck. She shifted and rubbed against my cock. It grew hard.
“You’re turned on.” She continued to rock against me. “Now.” She pointed to the door.
“Yeah, well, we’ve got some time.” I rubbed the inside of her thigh. “Patrick won’t be back until it’s done.”
“What if he doesn’t come back?” She turned toward me, her lips lingering near mine. “Then what happens?”
“We die.” I nipped at her lips. She nipped back.
“You’re crazy.” Her tongue snaked out and licked my bottom lip. She drew it between her teeth and gnawed on it like a puppy. Fucking sexy move.
I need more. I plunged my tongue between her lips and devoured her.
She stood and straddled me.
I slid the zipper of her catsuit down, exposing her beautiful brown skin. She wore nothing under the suit. Her skin glistened in the dim light from a bulb over our heads. I leaned her back and captured her left nipple in my mouth and sucked. She grunted and slapped a hand over her mouth.
I brought her back up and silenced her with my mouth.
She pulled her arms out of the sleeves and stood to remove the suit completely. I eyed the door. A muffled conversation floated under the door, but no sign that they knew we were here. The whole clubhouse was wired with hidden cameras, but only Patrick and Jordan, our tech guy, knew. I could pull it up on my phone, but my actual phone was sitting in the compartment under the seat on my bike. No cameras in here, but they would soon catch on that we hadn’t left.
She slid back onto my lap and made quick work of my zipper and pulled me out.
“Fuck.” Her fingers felt good wrapped around me. I guided her on my cock. She was so wet and tight, and from this angle, staring into those eyes, I was at her mercy. I vowed to be her avenger and her protector, but I wasn’t going to let her go.
