My hips thrust over and over, and my body began to slicken in sweat. I wanted to come, but I never wanted this to end. I wanted to stay just like this, my hard cock buried inside this gorgeous pussy. I wanted to be connected like this indefinitely, to share this heat. Nothing else seemed to matter except the two of us.
Because nothing was as important as the two of us.
5
Vanessa
Why did I do it?
I don’t have an answer.
I could have let him be executed. It would have fixed my problem without getting my hands dirty. I wouldn’t be responsible for his death, and once Joe and his men left, all I had to do was walk out.
And be free.
I would have saved myself.
Saved my family.
But when I watched them put Bones on his knees and bind his wrists, I couldn’t take it. I couldn’t let this be the end of him. It wasn’t fair. He was trying to avenge his mother, and he shouldn’t die for protecting his family.
I made my decision without looking back.
I found the shotgun in his office and ran back down the hallway. I’d never handled a shotgun before, only handguns. But I aimed true and hit my mark every time, making their bodies fall to the floor. I took them all out before they even understood what was going on.
The only reason I didn’t shoot Joe was because I shouldn’t be the one to kill him.
It had to be Bones.
I stepped aside and let him have his revenge. I let him get his closure, let him have the peace he’d been searching for.
And then I let him have me.
He took me to his bed and fucked me all night. He stayed on top of me, giving me all of his big dick as his body got hot and sweaty. Every time he finished, he was ready to go again in a few minutes.
And we kept going.
We didn’t exchange a single word. He didn’t ask for an explanation, and I didn’t give one. We communicated with our bodies, screwing each other’s brains out. My pussy overflowed with come because he’d never give me so much before. Every inch of my skin had been kissed by his lips, and by the time we finally went to sleep, my pussy was sore.
He held me in his arms as we slept.
When I woke up the following morning, he was gone.
The bed was empty and cold because he’d been gone for hours. I sat up and searched for him around the room even though I knew he wasn’t there. I got out of bed, pulled on a new pair of panties, and grabbed one of his t-shirts. It was way too big for my frame, but it was the most comfortable piece of clothing I’d ever worn.
Because it was his.
After putting on a pair of jeans, I stepped into the hallway and saw him talking with Max in front of the elevator. They were speaking quietly to each other, so I couldn’t catch what they were saying. The ground was clean of blood, and the bodies were gone. They shook hands before Max disappeared into the elevator.
Bones stood there even after his friend was gone, his arms crossed over his chest as he stared at the doors to the elevator. He obviously didn’t expect his friend to return, but his brain was full of endless thoughts.
I emerged from the hallway, stepping out exactly the way I did last night—when I killed all those men.
He turned to me, dressed in his gray sweatpants without a shirt. Ink covered his skin everywhere, the black color weaving endless stories across his muscled physique. He watched me with a stoic expression, hiding his thoughts from me as best he could.
I knew everything was different now.
I crossed a line I couldn’t uncross, and now we had to discuss what that meant.
Bones had to end the blood war against my family. He owed me.
And he knew it.
He dropped his arms then approached me, his broad shoulders powerful and the look in his eyes gentle. His hands moved to my waist, and he kissed me, a soft kiss that was just lips. He pulled me tighter into him, and my tits pressed against his body.
Whenever I was with this man, everything about my life faded away. All I knew was I wanted more of him, more of this feeling he gave me. He made me feel safe, and if he were ever in danger, I wouldn’t think twice before helping him. I needed him to be alive. I needed him to be safe. I shouldn’t care whether he lived or died, but I cared from the bottom of my heart. “You got rid of them…?” My arms circled his waist, and I rested my face against his chest.