Page 124 of Queen of Anarchy (Dirty Broken Savages 2)

I give it to her, biting down harder, until she gasps, and then I drag my tongue along her pulse point.

She makes a sound that’s half hum, half moan, and I laugh a little breathlessly against her skin, pulling back to look her in the eyes.

“You’re so fucking sexy like this,” I tell her, not ashamed of saying it. She can clearly feel how hard I am under her ass, so it’s not like I could hide how I’m reacting to her at all.

River grins and purposefully rolls her hips in a slow wave, grinding down on me until my cock throbs with the need to be buried deep inside her pussy.

“Fucking tease,” I mutter, although there’s no anger in it.

“It’s only teasing if there’s no follow through,” she shoots back. Her eyes are dark with desire, but bright with good humor. It’s good to see that, after everything that’s been going on. There’s no trace of the panic I saw in her that night out in the rain, or the fear from earlier today when she was being shot at.

This is River at her best, teasing and bright, sexy and unstoppable. It’s addicting to have her like this, naked in my lap, her attention on me and not any of the things weighing her down.

“You’d better follow through,” I tell her, putting a low growl in my voice. “Otherwise it’d be a pretty shitty distraction.”

She laughs and then leans up and kisses me again. I thread my fingers into her hair, using the grip to hold her head still as I ravage her mouth, tongue and teeth scraping her lips, biting and sliding against hers until she’s fisting her hands in my shirt and rocking against me.

When I pull back to breathe, I look at her again. She’s so fucking beautiful in this light. Hot possessiveness rises in me, and it makes me want to keep her close and never let her go.

Which sparks a question that might kill the mood, but I have to ask it.

“What are you going to do when you get your sister back?” I ask.

River pulls back, looking surprised. “What do you mean?”

“Ivan’s dead. You’ll have Hannah and her kid.” Those have been her main goals since I’ve known her. Her reasons for nearly everything she’s done. “Will you disappear on us like a ghost once it’s all done?”

The question feels loud in the room, as if we both know how big it is and have to bear the weight of it. River is quiet for a second, but it doesn’t seem like she’s thinking through her options as much as just trying to figure out how to formulate her answer.

“I can’t,” she says finally.

It’s not what I was expecting. But then, I don’t really knowwhatI was expecting.

“Why not?” I ask.

“Because…” She glances around the room, but it’s like she’s seeing beyond it. Like whatever she’s looking for isn’t confined to this space, but encompasses the whole house. “Because there’s too much of mehere,” she murmurs. “I couldn’t just walk away or disappear.”

Something like relief settles in my chest when she says those words, and I let out a breath.

“Baby girl,” I breathe, “that’s exactly what I wanted to hear.”

Almost before I finish speaking, I drag her into another kiss, this one a bit more heated than the others. I pour my feelings into it, letting her taste how much I want her to stay. How much I want her, period. None of us are great with words, but action seems to be a language we all speak pretty damn well.

So I know I can show her better than I can tell her how much she belongs here with us.

My hand goes back to her hair, tangling tighter this time, yanking her head back until she gasps at the slight pain of it. Her eyes are wide and dark, and her tongue darts out to lick her lips.

I follow it back into her mouth, kissing her until we’re both breathless.

“Fuck, Gage,” she pants, writhing against me. “Fuck, I want you.”

I press my hips up like I’m urging her to take what she wants. When I let go of her hair, she scrambles to do just that, going for the drawstring on my sweatpants so she can shove them down my hips enough to free my cock.

It’s rock hard, precum beaded at the tip, and as soon as she wraps her hand around it, I curse under my breath. It feels good, but it’s not what I want.

What I want is to be buried in that sweet, wet heat of hers, so I help her lift up enough that I can guide my dick into her.

“Fuck,” I groan as she starts to sink down. She feels too fucking good. Hot and tight, velvety soft and wet around my cock. All my nerve endings are on fire in the best way, and I thrust up into her hard, burying myself to the hilt inside her.

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