Lethal (The Disciples 1)

“Jesus Christ, you’re tight and untouched.” I rock inside her. “Do you feel me? I’m inside you. You’re mine, baby,” I groan into her ear.

My body is so alive. Her wet pussy allows me to go deeper and her elevated breathing tells me that the worst is over for her. As she digs her nails into my back, I lean down and suck her neck. Head spinning, I let go, knowing she has to be sore. My release spills out of me like a fucking volcano exploding with ecstasy. The vibrations go all the way to my toes. My body jerks and I collapse still pulsing inside her.

“Fuck.” I roll to my right so she can breathe and I can catch my breath. I throw my arm over her stomach as I try to focus.

Maybe it was because she was so tight and hot from being a virgin, but I have never had such intense sex like that. Needing her, I pull her on top of me. She lays her head on my chest and sighs.

“Let’s get cleaned up,” I whisper as I caress her silky back.

“Hmmm?” Her hand reaches for my neck as she snuggles into me more. And I tighten my arm around her. My body is alive, wanting back inside her. My dick hardens needing her pussy as if it’s a tempting drug. She’s done so I breathe in her scent instead.

“In a minute, K?” Her even breathing and limp body feel so good. Like she was made for me; her body fits mine. I need to get up, so I roll her over, watching as she curls up in the comforter. Grabbing my phone, I make sure there are no urgent messages. Nothing but drunken hate messages from Crystal. Dolly’s right—I need to deal with her.

I want Eve. Instinctively, I knew it as soon as I entered her father’s shitty trailer two days ago. I plug my phone into my charger on my nightstand, lock our door, turn off the lights, and slide back into my bed next to my warm girl. I pull her back into my arms and close my eyes, sleep easily coming.EVE“Eve.” The gruff, husky voice comes from somewhere above me. With a thud, something lands on my legs as I blink awake. There’s a box on my lap. Groggy, I sit up.

“God.” I rub my eyes. “I slept. It must be this bed.” Seriously I’ve slept better in the last two days than I ever have. I reach my hands up to the ceiling and stretch and everything comes roaring back like a giant wave crashing onto me. There’s a good chance my face is beet red. Grabbing the comforter, I pull it to my chest. I smell us and sex.

Groaning, I bite my lip in embarrassment. Images of last night flood me and I want to pull the comforter over my head. But I’m an adult, so I need to look at him.

Jesus, he is literally a Greek god with a giant cock, unfortunately.

And he is staring at me, his frown making my heart thud at what a hot bad boy he is. I need to pull it together. Next thing I know, I’ll be liking him or something. He clenches an unlit cigarette between his full lips.

“I need you to get up and take this immediately. I’m assuming you’re not on birth control?”

I edge away until my back hits the bed frame and look down at the box he threw at me. A morning-after pill, perfect.

I can’t help but laugh. “Feeling guilty? Sorry to disappoint you, but I’m religious and if God wants us to have a baby well… I guess it’s his will.” I smile sweetly at him. His jaw starts to twitch as I cock my head watching the play of emotions on his pretty face. Maybe his teeth will rip the end of his cigarette like a lion attached to its victim. He slowly brings his lighter up and the quick flick fills the silence. It’s impossible to keep from smirking at him. What an arrogant ass. I almost want to say, When you play you pay, but he might strangle me. Why chance it? I don’t know him that well.

He runs a hand through his honey-wheat hair. “I never do not wear a condom. Last night was… unexpected. Take the pill, or I will shove it down your throat.”

Throwing the sheet off me, I stand. His eyes travel my whole body and his fists clench. I smile again as the sun fills the room, and I wonder what time it is.

“I guess you should have thought of that before you ripped me open. I have no idea why all the girls are panting after you like bitches in heat. That thing is horrible.” I wave my hand at his crotch. His eyes narrow, and I think I hear his teeth grind but can’t be sure since I’m almost in the bathroom. His black boot stops me from slamming the door and he shoves the Plan-B box onto his large sink.