I choke and wind up with it leaking out of the side of my mouth.
My eyes water. Water leaks out of my eyes not only from the gag but maybe also sort of from the beauty of that climax.
I wipe my face on his leg.
“Wanna sleep down here or up top?” he asks.
“Wherever,” I say, too gooey to care.
He moves me up to the top of the bed and then fixes the comforter over us before leaving the room and coming back with a bottle of water, which he gives me. I drink back a bunch of it and then he takes it and finishes it before snuggling into me.
“Where’s your apartment?” I ask.
“Why?”
“It’s not in the same building as everyone else?”
“Naw, I started there, but once business started going well, I bought my place. It’s just a few blocks away from them.”
“Oh.”
“You like my family? They like you.”
“Yeah. They’re nice. It’s silly introducing me to them, though.”
“It isn’t.”
“It is, because you’re giving them the idea that we’re a thing.”
“We are a thing.”
“Pff.”
I can’t think of a sarcastic retort, probably because I’m all goosebumpy and he knows it. I’m so bad at this game of making him think I don’t want him.
“Tomorrow when we wake up, we’re enemies again,” I say.
“Aren’t we that now?”
I smile and my eyes drift closed as he snuggles me closer.
28
Jude
I’m woken at dawn by her alarm, which she promptly shuts off, but through half-closed eyes, I see her wiping tears off her face.
Clearly, she was already awake. Awake and crying beside me.
“Hey.” I reach over and pull her to me. I kiss her soft, warm lips.
“Gotta go to work.” She pulls away as a missed tear hits my lip.
“It’s five thirty. You don’t start work for three hours.”
“I’m going in early.”
“Kiss me before you go.”
“Why? Why on earth would I do that? We’re not a couple. We’re enemies. Do you kiss your enemies?”
Rolling my eyes, I roll her to her back and pin her with my body.
“Just my favorite enemy.” I kiss her lips and use my knee to part her thighs, then grind into the heat between her legs and like magic, those limbs wind around me.
I free myself from my boxer briefs and slide her panties to the side before filling her. Balancing on my elbows, I cradle her jaw in both palms.
She stares up at me with her typical expression of awe.
Ally’s words say one thing to me, her eyes and her body say something else.
I stare into those bright blue irises while I move lazily in and out of her tight silkiness and watch another tear slide out the side of one eye. She pulls her lips tight, but doesn’t look away. Three strokes later, she’s grabbing my hips with both hands. She holds on tight, nails digging into my skin, which feels fucking great. I lean over and take a mouthful of skin on her neck and suck. Hard.
“Hey,” she protests, trying to push me away.
Chuckling, I pin her wrists over her head, then resume leaving my mark.
“Why would you do something like that?” she demands once I’m done.
“For me. And for Bill.”
It takes a second for meaning to register and then she laughs under me and digs her heels into my ass.
“Aww, doing something for Bill the Boob Looker. You’re so kind. Hurry. I need to get moving,” she orders.
“Who makes the rules?” I demand, pulling my cock out.
“Fine. I can finish myself off in the shower,” she retorts, trying to squirm away.”
“Nuh uh.” I grab her throat.
She halts and looks into my eyes again.
And I nearly come right there because she wants to come with my hand around her throat – I can tell.
“Permission for this to be hard and fast, Vixen?”
“Fast, for sure. And the harder the better. But don’t let go of my throat.”
“Got it.”
I ram my hips into the mattress, making her whimper.
29
Ally
Carly’s mouth drops when she sees me in the underground parking garage, waiting by Aiden’s SUV.
“I can see that love bite from a mile away.”
“I know. Ugh. He’s such a dick.”
“Got yourself an animal on your hands?” she asks, eyebrows high.
“To put it mildly. He wants Bill the Boob Looker to see it.”
“Oh, they can likely see it from space,” Carly puts in, snickering.
I hear the door locks click so I pull open the passenger door and get in.
The hickey on my neck is prominently taking up a big section of my neck. And the memories of coming with his hand around my throat is something I think is burnt into my brain. It wasn’t rough, it was hot. No loss of consciousness, no struggling to breathe, but just that sensation of being under his control was heady.
The next part, though? That just about killed me because I drew blood on his ass with my nails and he leaned over and kissed me, saying, “You drew my blood, now you get to keep me permanently.”