Page 26 of Bad Men

“Fine!” she yelled. “Resting.”

Luis said something that was lost in the strangled squeak of Mia hitting her peak. She came with such a violent force, I almost didn’t have time to slap a hand over her mouth. Her back arched against me, hips thrashing into my hand. Her toes cracked into the mattress as her entire body uncoiled. I dislodged my fingers from her core and skimmed her throbbing clit, working out the last of the spasms as she floated back down to earth.

“You’re awful,” she half cried, half moaned. “That was too close.”

My answer was to slide out from beneath her and crawl down her body to the sticky mess of her pussy. I waited for the expected, what are you doing? No, please, I’m too sore. Let me catch my breath.

Mia opened her knees. Her arms lifted over her head and caught the railings of her headboard with both hands. Her chest rose and fell, still unsteady from her ordeal. Her cheeks and chin were marked by my hand. Other marks littered her breasts, her inner thighs, her pussy, yet she waited for me to do it again.

“Who are you?”

Her answer was a seductive wiggle of hips. “Eat first. Talk later.”

So, I ate.

I dove into her pussy as if it were my last meal on earth. I lapped up her thick cream and plunged into her slit with my tongue for more. I couldn’t get enough. Even when she came the first time, I latched onto her pulsing clit and sucked until she came again. I stopped after her third collapse to jerk myself off in her mouth.

I was exhausted. My jaw hurt, my tongue was sore, my muscles ached. I was ready for a nap.

“Do you have to leave?” she whispered from her curled position beneath her sheets. “You can stay for a little bit if you want.”

I snapped my belt into place and reached for my t-shirt. I tugged it on without looking at her because I knew that if I looked at her, I was going to crawl back into that bed with her and never leave.

“We have rules,” I mumbled, yanking my top on over my head. “We don’t stay the night.”

I didn’t see her face, but I heard her quiet, “Oh. I’ll walk you out.”

I hated it.

Hated myself.

How many times had I slipped out after a good time? How many times had I yanked up my pants and skipped home? This was no damn exception. I just had to get my shit together and remember this couldn’t last.

It couldn’t.

Chapter Six — Nero

The door slamming signaled Davien’s foul mood before the man even stalked into the cramped little foyer of our two-bedroom apartment. His shoes hit the wall next the door with a violence that had my eyebrows lifting. But neither of us said a word while he disappeared into the minute kitchen on the right of the door. I watched him yank open the fridge and haul out a beer that was cracked open before he kicked the fridge door shut with his socked foot.

He smelled of Mia. Her scent clung to him like fabric softener. It blossomed into the room, thickening until it was winding through every crack, sinking into every scrap of fabric. I knew it would be days before it would fully vanish. I knew because it had taken a day and a half after our night on the train. Despite our showers and change of clothes, she had lingered in the furniture, in the air … in my bed. I’d woken up the next morning and almost reached for her because that was how strong her presence was to me. It hadn’t even clued in that I had never spent a full night in bed with anyone, only that I smelled her and wanted to bury myself in it.

Smelling her on Dav as he guzzled down his drink made me ache for her, made me wish I could have been there, too, but Eduardo had needed me on a job. I couldn’t say no.

The gashes across my knuckles panged as if in reminder. The bag of ice I’d dumped over the broken skin was doing nothing, as far as I could tell, to soothe the injuries. Granted, it no longer felt like I’d punched a wall when I opened my fingers, but it still throbbed. The guy whose face I’d had to rearrange had one of the hardest skulls I’d beat into in a while. At least, I hadn’t ruined my clothes this time.

Blood was a pain to wash out.

Across the square of space, literally a single box containing a living room, a sliver of a kitchen and a block of a foyer, Dav belched as the last of his drink was sucked back. The can was crushed between his hands and pitched violently into the recycling bin.

“Rough day?” I ventured at last.

Brown eyes lifted and speared me. “No.”

My eyebrow lifted. “And yet...”

Dav exhaled. “It’s nothing. I just left Mia.”

I hummed quietly. “How is she?”

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