Dirty Deeds (Get Dirty 3)

I fall silent, trying to take it all in. I know there are more questions to be asked, and I want to be strong and fierce, but this is so far above anything I’ve ever experienced it’s crazy. My brain’s being overwhelmed. I just want to go back to the way things were. My boring life was safe. Secure.

I break down, tears trekking silently down my cheeks, pooling on Shane’s chest. He rolls us, my back hitting the bed as he holds himself on his elbow beside me, his thigh on top of mine, splitting my legs.

He swipes at my tears with a gentle thumb, his voice soft but still strong. “Don’t cry, Angel. I know this is a lot, but it’s gonna be okay.”

I know my eyes are glossy with tears, my face flushing as I try to stop the torrent. “Ugh, I’m sorry for crying. I swear I’m not such a baby. Usually I never cry, but this is all so . . .”

“It’s fine, Angel. It’s your emotions needing an escape. The fear, the nerves, the . . .” He stops and I wonder what other emotion he was going to list because I’ve got a few in mind. Desire. Need. Hope.

Instead of continuing his list, Shane leans down, catching a tear with his tongue as it streaks down my face before kissing the trail away.

He lays more kisses along my cheeks, moving down to gently kiss my jawline and then my neck. I can feel the shift in him, going from comforting caresses to heated desire, and it awakens the same lust in me.

He talks into the curve of my neck, sending warm shivers through my chest and down my spine. “Your tears are salty, but here . . .” His tongue sneaks out for a lapping touch of my skin. “Here, you’re sweet. So very sweet, Angel. It makes me wonder what you taste like all over.”

I whimper, his words amping up my desire, bringing my focus to him and him alone, the rest of the world and my fears fading away. I need this, this release from the fear, release from the worries. For that, I need him. The wolves are out there, hunting us, and we don’t even know why.

Shane isn’t telling me everything I should know about him, and I haven’t been honest with him either.

But right now, I don’t care. Secrets, lies, risks, fear . . . they all slip away in his arms.

Chapter 16

Shane

Feeling Maggie whimper under my tongue, the sound echoing in my ear, is pure liquid desire and heat being poured into my body. If I were a car, it’s a shot of nitro and my engine’s ready to tear up the pavement, but I hold back. I want more of those throaty sounds from her, want to make her moan and scream my name.

I know that we shouldn’t, not in the middle of this shitstorm. She’s going to regret this later, regret me and probably hate me. But I’m a fucking selfish man, and if she wants this now, wants me to make her forget everything else for a little while, I’m going to fucking make her forget it all.

It’s cheap medicine for reality, but it’ll work. The side effect is that I’m going to make it so that even after this is all done, she is mine, marked body and soul. Then again, I’m pretty sure that the reverse is true, that I’m going to be marked by her as well. A small price to pay for having an honest to God Angel.

I roll onto her, forcing her legs wide around my hips as I press my cock to her pussy and cage her in with my arms. I can feel the heat from her pussy, the thin cotton the only thing between us as I kiss her neck and tug at her ear with my teeth.

She reaches up, her little nails leaving pink lines where she scrapes my arms, tugging me toward her. I lower my body, covering her lips in a searing kiss that leaves us both panting. She looks at me, her eyes full of want and fear and pain and more.

Grabbing her hands, I push them to the bed above her head, her back arching beautifully to press her full tits toward me. “Angel, tell me to stop and God help me, I will. But if you’ll let me, I’ll make it all better, even if only for a minute. Let me make you forget.”

Her eyes are sparkly, the tears replaced with heat, lust, and need. Her voice is breathy, but I hear her clearly regardless. “Yes, Shane. Yes.”

That’s all I need to unleash the last of my personal restraints, knowing that I’m going to give her everything she wants. I kiss her again, fast and hard, my mouth claiming her perfect lips hungrily before I move along her neck, dipping down to her chest.