Blood & Bones: Rook (Blood Fury MC 7)

“We wasted a lot of time with unneeded conversation. I didn’t think you broke into my apartment to talk.” No, he broke in to rid her from his system. That she damn well knew was only an excuse to get down her pants. Or boy shorts.

She yanked her sports bra over her head and flung it at him. It bounced off his face and dropped to his bare feet. He hadn’t even flinched but his jaw was now popping.

And the tight grip he had on the root of his cock had made it turn even darker. She guessed, if the light was on, it would be a very dark purple.

She hooked her thumbs into the elastic waistband of her boy shorts and, with an exaggerated wiggle of her hips, shimmied them down.

Even in the dark, he had a gleam in his eyes as he followed the path of her underwear. He stared at her feet where the cotton landed for longer than she expected. When he slowly lifted his gaze, he took his time to take in every inch of her.

When he was done, his breath softly hissed from him, then he rushed her so quickly, she braced for impact.

He didn’t grab her neck this time, but, instead, drove his fingers so deeply into her hair it loosened from the ponytail she had thrown it into after shedding her uniform at station.

His kiss was so damn intense, her toes curled into the carpet. His cock was so hard she feared it would leave a permanent imprint on her belly. The faint taste of pot and whiskey now blended with her own tang from when he sucked it from his fingers.

Driving his tongue deeper, he released her hair to hike her left thigh up to his hip and grabbed his cock with his other hand, putting it where it needed to be.

She expected it to be rough and raw like last time. His attempt to purge her from his thoughts.

To fuck her, come and then leave.

But that was not what it ended up being.

Instead, with a soft grunt, he slid inside her almost as gently as his fingers had been previously.

This time, they were face to face. Unlike last time, where she was turned away from him and they needed to use the mirror to see each other, to see what they were doing, using it as a separation of sorts.

Once he filled her completely, he hesitated deep inside her. She took that moment to savor the stretch and fullness, expecting him at any second to start ramming her recklessly. To try to quickly bring all of this to its desired end.

A sprint to the finish.

She trailed her fingertips down the indentation of his spine to the small of his back and then even lower until she gripped his ass, pulling another soft hiss from him. The muscles flexed under her touch and she tried to pull him deeper, even though that was impossible. With her being shorter, he had nowhere else to go but to pull out.

So, that was what he did. He shifted his hips until only the rim of his crown remained inside her and, again, he hesitated. He wasn’t looking at her, but instead over her shoulder into the mirror, avoiding their direct connection.

Neither could deny something was there. Pulling at them both. Dragging them down to the point they couldn’t avoid the truth because this time it wasn’t staring back at them through a piece of mirrored glass.

While neither moved, the energy between them sizzled just like the first time, proving it hadn’t been a fluke.

This was how it was between them. How it would be. Whenever they were close or touching.

The day he pinned her against her cruiser, the last time he pinned her against the mirror. And now…

This.

He drove up and into her again, watching himself in the mirror fuck her slowly and with care.

She dug her fingernails into the flesh of his ass, encouraging him to go faster, take her harder. To stop taking his time. To stop making this feel like something it wasn’t.

Something it could never be.

Because of who she was.

Because of who he was.

What they had at this moment was all they’d ever have.

A simple physical connection.

Although, not exactly simple. If either of them dug beyond the surface, they would find something too complex.

Something troubling.

What else was troubling was the direction her thoughts had gone. Instead of taking what was happening at face value, she was the one overthinking it. Looking for something that might not even be there.

Something she was imagining.

She closed her eyes as his pace increased but still remained steady and unhurried. His hips rocked against her, driving his cock in and out of her. Grinding against her clit as he did so.

When she dragged her fingernails back up his spine, his flesh pebbled under her touch and he shuddered against her. In turn, that pulled a shudder from her.