Killer (Savages 2)

His eyes were on my face, taking in every nuance.

"Johnnie..."

His eyes blazed and I thought he was going to end the torment. But then he knifed up suddenly, taking me with him, falling back onto the couch with me on top of him. "You're gonna fuck me, angel," he told me, his voice a growl. His hand moved between us, thumb stroking over my clit as he guided himself toward the entrance to my body. Once there, he stilled, his other hand moving to the middle of my lower back and holding there; waiting for me to make a move.

I rubbed against him, pressing down slightly, feeling a little uncertain, but needing the fullness like I needed my next breath. I pushed my hips down, taking him deep on a loud whimper. Johnnie's hand moved away to settle at my hip as his breath hissed out. "Fucking perfect," he growled, his hand leaving my back and sitting at my other hip. It seemed normal at first until I realized they weren't just resting there, they were holding me still.

"Johnnie," I groaned, trying to wiggle away, trying to cause any kind of movement that would ease the ache inside that was bordering on painful. "I need to move," I cried, grabbing his wrists and trying to move them away.

His head tilted a little. "I'm gonna let you move, sugar. I can't wait to watch you ride me."

"Then why..."

"Tell me," he demanded, lips twitching up.

He had me.

He knew he had me.

"I want to hear it when I'm buried deep inside you, baby."

God.

God.

I had to give it to him.

"I love you," I admitted, my voice a strange croak because the words felt clumsy on my unpracticed tongue.

"There it is," he smiled, his eyes looking bright. His fingers dug into my hipbones for a second before one raised to grab the back of my neck and pull me forward until our lips found each other. He kissed me deep, slow, passionate, full of the wonder of the first realization of mutual love, full of something more profound than just bodies connected, full of the knowledge that our souls were too. He pulled away a long time later and my heavy lids fluttered open. "Move, baby," he coaxed, his hips thrusting up into mine once, making a half-gasp, half-groan burst from my lips.

And, well, I didn't need any more encouragement than that. One of my hands went to his shoulder, curling into it in a way that must have been painful but he didn't complain as I slowly found a rhythm. My other hand hung limply by my side until his reached out and took it, intertwining our fingers and squeezing tight. His other hand was at the side of my neck, pressing in a little too hard, but I was too wrapped up to care.

"That's it, honey," he encouraged as my movements got faster, more frantic, and hard. "Are you gonna come for me?" he asked and I felt myself tighten around him.

"Y... yes," I gasped, feeling it get closer.

"Fucking beautiful," he said, shaking his head at me slightly and I felt the orgasm threaten then break through me, making my entire body feel like it went out of control at once. My thighs shook violently as I fell forward into his chest, burying my face into his neck where I cried out his name over and over. His body surged up into mine, drawing out my orgasm until there was nothing left, then burying deep and finding his own.

His arms went around me, holding me tight to his body. His lips were at my ear, making me shiver when, still buried deep inside me, I got to hear it too. "I love you, angel."EpilogueAmelia - Two weeks"Darlin' they don't care if all the cups are on the right sides of the plates," Johnnie said, giving me a amused smile as he leaned against the kitchen counter, Millie rubbing against his legs as he watched me run around like a chicken with its head chopped off.

"I care!" I said, rearranging the two glasses that were out of place. "I want everything to be perfect. They..."

"Have been here a thousand times before," he started, suddenly standing behind me, his arm going around my belly and pulling me back against his front. "And not once did they bitch about the glasses. And none of those times did they have homemade biscuits, cornbread, sweet tea, chicken fried steak, green beans, and apple pie to distract them from the position of the glasses."

"I want everything to be right. This is our first official dinner party as a couple," I insisted, though he was right. Aside from maybe Summer, I doubted any of them were even aware that such a thing as a 'right side' existed for glasses.

"Baby, Summer gave a dinner party once a couple years back... fucking disaster. I mean I heard the best part of that night ended up being Hailstorm and the compound being blown to shit. So... you're not up against much."

"That is hardly a vote of confidence, Johnnie," I said, shaking my head.

"I'm sayin'," he said into my neck. "They all love you. The apartment looks great. Your food could make a man cry and drop to a knee and propose marriage. So stop freaking out." He gave me a squeeze and a kiss to the spot just under my ear and moved away when the buzzer sounded. "That'll be Janie and Wolf," he declared without asking who was downstairs.

"How do you know?"

"Janie is a freak about being on time. Summer is too but wrangling that screaming baby into a car seat takes time. Lo and Cash are probably too busy fucking in the car to come up and... Breaker and Alex have to haul it in here from that cabin of theirs and they'll probably waste ten minutes arguing over who gets to drive, so..."

Just as he finished speaking the door burst open and there was Janie, in her usual dark skinny jeans and a dark tank, her long hair flowing. Wolf was behind her, a hulking presence overtaking the entire doorway. "Cash and Lo need to seriously think about taking the van when they want to have car sex," she declared, walking into the kitchen and pouring herself some tea like it was the most natural thing in the world.