Page 115 of Those Who Are Bound

Jonah

Jonahrolleduponhis motorcycle the next evening. He spotted Elliott immediately, swinging away, looking gorgeous as she owned her bag, covered in sweat. Black hair back in a ponytail, workout clothes clinging to a body he couldn’t stop thinking about, her face a mask of concentration and determination.

For as tough as she presented herself to be—well, she was tough; he was certain she could take him in a fight—there was a vulnerability about her that drew him in. He’d never say she wasn’t strong, knowing what he did about her—what she’d lost and had overcome took strength. But there were moments when she reminded him of a feral kitten trying to survive. And he rooted for her. He knew she’d wanted to deck him for comparing her to a kitten.

Because most of the time, she was more like a dark, sleek jungle cat.

Hadn’t kept her from purring.

He parked the bike, and she turned his way, stopping his heart. Unless he planned to fuck her every time she aroused him, he would have to get accustomed to blue balls. Unfortunately, blue would color more of his future than one would expect, considering they had achieved the next level of their relationship. Knowing what it felt like to be inside her meant even a look from her set him off.

Case in point: woman covered in sweat with startling eyes giving him a smile that hinted at heat, affection, and a movie reel from the morning’s vigorous activities. The additional reddening of her cheeks had nothing to do with the workout as she approached his bike.

“Hey,” she greeted when he removed his helmet. She noted the tight bulge that was making him wildly uncomfortable, and her lips twitched. Black-fringed silver snapped back to him. “Is there something I can do for you?” Her question was wrapped in amusement and seduction.

How the hell did she manage both and make his jeans even tighter? So tempting. Damn it. He hadn’t been joking when he told her his cock wanted to take up a permanent residence inside her. Jesus, he was acting like a prepubescent boy who had just discovered hand lotion.

Emitting a playful groan, he mimicked her raised eyebrow. “I want to take you on a date. A real restaurant, with food other than pizza.”

She bit her lower lip and tilted her head as she blinked at him. He nearly came undone. After all, pizza could be delivered.

A little grin accompanied a quirked eyebrow. “Well, I would like to take care ofthat,” she indicated with a nod, “but…” Her gloved hand slid between her legs, earning his rapt attention even as she said, “Ow.”

Okay, he wasn’t going to lie, he felt a little pride as he looked back up at her. Had he wanted to fuck her so hard that she was in pain? No. Did he want to fuck her so well that she was still feeling him hours later? Well… yeah. He had to actively fight against breaking out in a wicked smirk.

“You don’t have to look so proud of yourself,” she teased.

So much for maintaining composure. Grinning sheepishly, he looked away, chastised. “I don’t want you in pain. Another reason we should go out.”

“It’s not pain. Just… awareness. But I can’t go on that.” She nodded to the bike. “Because, again…” She winked at him.

“Elliott,” he said with a hint of sincerity, “if you don’t stop giving me those looks, we aren’t leaving.”

She laughed, clearly enjoying his discomfort. “Well, you forget that there’s always this…” And she used a finger to tap her lips, indicating her mouth.

Devilish woman. He’d really thought of her as a kitten?

Because… No blood in his brain whatsoever. It was all fueling a painful hard-on. Swallowing, fighting every instinct he had to pounce, he said gruffly, “I want to take you out. But if these pants come off, I’m not stopping with your mouth. Last night and this morning will look like an appetizer. You’ll blow by awareness and go straight to enlightenment.”

She froze as she considered his words, obviously recalling the events. He mentally took the trip with her and fondly recalled nearly drowning her in the rainfall shower. He’d turned on all the faucets, leaving her gasping and pleasantly struggling from over-saturation from the powerful jets hitting her from every angle. But they were no match for the power of his thrusts. She’d held on, legs wrapped around him, alternately arching her back and burying her face against his neck.

Two orgasms for her in the shower. The third was delivered on the counter of the bathroom, her leg hitched over his shoulder as he drove into her. Both still wet from the shower, her practically tearing his hair from his head as she praised every deity, his name thrown in for good measure.

He’d joined her that time, allowing himself the release.

After all, her stomach had growled loud enough he’d heard it over the jets. They’d laughed, but he realized he should feed the woman. While she’d finished her after-shower prep, he’d gone into the kitchen and prepared cheese quesadillas.

Round four had been in the middle of the night. She’d reached for him. Best way to wake up, her snuggling up next to him, whispering in his ear, sliding her hand down over his abdomen, and feeling her thigh move over his. He wasn’t certain what she’d expected, doing that to him, but she’d ended up clinging to the headboard face-first, his fingers digging into her hips as he’d pressed his chest to her back, face buried in her neck. Watching from over her shoulder the dark silhouette of her breasts as they bounced from their frantic movements. The sight was seared into his memory as one of his favorite moments.

But this morning… It wouldn’t be why she was sore, but he’d surprised her. That she’d liked it had surprised him.

They were eating pancakes when she’d given him a cheeky grin.

He’d asked her what the grin was about, as if he didn’t know.

She’d responded, a vision of mischief and silver flames, “There’s a word for how you make me feel. It’s concupiscent.” Then she’d deadpanned a look of mortification. “Oh, you didn’t have my fancy education. Do you know what that means? Do you want to Google it?”

He’d thrown down his fork and grabbed her, tossing her onto the counter, pushed aside her panties and dived in. He’d demonstrate the meaning of it, if she wanted an example of lustfulness to prove to her how acquainted he was with the word when it came to her.

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