Staged (Exodus End 3)

“I did have a restraining order against her for a while. She was always grabbin

g at me. The order made her keep her distance, so I thought she’d gotten over wanting me, but . . .”

“She has a pathological obsession with you.” Roux could understand that to a degree—Steve was completely obsession-worthy. But Tamara had taken her preoccupation much too far.

“I feel like I should have been able to stop what she did to me. I was stupid.”

“You’re blaming yourself again.”

He licked his lips. “I can’t help it. Not yet anyway. I’m sorry for what you went through today. I know you were incredibly upset if you were drinking.”

“I always wondered if I’d be like my dad if I drank. Alcohol definitely unleashed a violent side of me.” She reached for the bracelet on her arm, but not the bullet that she usually found comforting. She instead fiddled with the diamond and ruby bracelet that Steve had given her, watching it sparkle in the low light of the bedside lamp.

Steve took her hands in his. “You’re not like your father.”

“You sound like Lily.” She smiled. “Waiting for you here alone gave me a lot of time to think, and the truth is, I do share some qualities with him,” she said. “But instead of being frightened by that idea, the knowledge gives me strength to make different choices than he made. I won’t ever drink again. That’s all there is to it.”

“But what if I need you to take down my enemies again, slugger?”

He tried to maintain a serious expression, but she could see the corner of his mouth twitch as he fought a smile.

“I’ll just have to use my wits instead of my fists.” There were three of Steve’s enemies she planned to help take down with a few of her wits: Tamara, Bianca, and Sam Baily.

“That sounds more like the woman I fell in love with.”

She slid her body against his, wrapping her arms around his neck to hold him as close as possible. When his hands began to wander down her back and over her ass, she smiled. He really did seem to be okay with her touch, but she vowed to be considerate of his feelings if physical closeness made him uncomfortable. The sexual chemistry between them had been explosive from the start, but wasn’t the most important part of their togetherness. She could wait until he was ready, just as he had waited until she was ready in the beginning.

She decided she wouldn’t have to wait long when he pulled at her clothes until she was naked. She allowed him to touch her as much as he wanted, delighted in it, actually, but kept her hands to herself. After a few minutes of stroking her skin and kissing her neck, he pulled away, frowning.

“I thought you forgave me for the Tamara thing,” he said.

“I told you there’s nothing to forgive.”

“Then why won’t you touch me?”

“I figured you wouldn’t want to be touched. Not so soon after . . .”

He took her hand and slid it over the hard ridge in the front of his pants. “Does that feel like I don’t want you to touch me?”

“That feels like it wants to be free,” she said, unfastening his pants and pushing them and his underwear down to his knees. She couldn’t help but watch him for signs of distress as she stroked the hard, smooth length of him with one hand. Was he really okay? She wanted him to be okay, she just didn’t want to push him. She relaxed her guard after a moment, hoping he didn’t realize that she was still wary of his receptibility. Was he thinking of Tamara? Of all the ways she’d touched him when he’d been unconscious? Roux couldn’t seem to stop those thoughts from swarming through her mind, and it must be a thousand times harder for him.

He pressed gently on her shoulder, and she knew what that signal meant. He helped her sweep his T-shirt off over his head so that she could kiss his chest and belly as she slowly lowered her body. Tamara had sucked his cock, which had definitely been entirely soft—Roux had closely examined every photo by that point, which had made it incredibly easy to believe him. She knew what her man looked like when he was turned on. He didn’t lie prone and just take it. And he was never soft by the time he was naked.

Would he be thinking about Tamara’s mouth on him when Roux reached her destination? God, why was she thinking about it so much?

Because she was pissed at that woman for violating him. She would do her best to scrub those memories from both their minds. Dropping to her knees, she squeezed his ass in both hands and looked up at him, her mouth wide open inches from the tip of his cock.

“Now there’s a picture I’d like to have,” he said, appearing equal parts delicious and naughty.

She stuck her hand into his dangling pocket and pulled out his phone. She handed it to him, loving the look of surprise on his face as he accepted it.

“You don’t mind?”

She shook her head.

He fumbled with the phone. She wanted him to be comfortable with this too. Not just the touching but having photographic mementos of their time together. She heard the shutter sound effect of a picture being taken. He groaned as he examined the shot he’d captured.

“That’s sexy as fuck.”

She extended her tongue and gently licked his cockhead. He sucked in a breath and took another picture.

“But not as sexy as that.”

She wrapped her lips around his tip, and he snapped a third shot.

“Every time I think you can’t top your sexiness, you prove me wrong.”

Encouraged by his compliments, she opened her mouth wide and eased him as deep as she could without gagging. She circled the base of his cock with one hand so as not to leave an inch of him neglected.

“I’m going to film this.”

And she treated it like a performance because she trusted him not to let the video be seen by anyone but him. She wished the rest of the world deserved her infallible trust. Because even with photographs posted all over the Internet, she hadn’t really believed he’d betray her. Maybe that made her a fool, but she didn’t care. Being a fool for Steve Aimes wasn’t so bad.

“Oh God, that feels good,” he said, and she upped her performance, loving how she could make his legs tremble.

A moment later the phone dropped on the floor as his hands shifted to her hair, clenching her scalp as his hips began to move. She felt around for the phone with one hand, still sucking the head of his cock gently and rubbing her lips over the rim as she rocked her head forward and back. She held the phone near her chest, pointing the camera upward to give him a view he’d never seen before.

He pulled back unexpectedly, his cock popping free of her mouth. A sick feeling settled in her belly. He must be dwelling on Tamara violating him. She lifted her gaze, her heart breaking over his suffering, but he was grinning crookedly.

“Come to bed with me now,” he said, shifting his hands to her upper arms and helping her to her feet. “Or I won’t last.”

He never seemed to get that she liked it when his excitement got the better of him and he completely lost himself to the pleasure she could give him. She pressed him down on his back, and he scooted across the mattress. He took the phone from her hand and aimed the lens toward his cock, which was glistening with her saliva and standing at rigid attention.

“I want to film it going in you.”

She wouldn’t mind watching that herself. Normally, if she wanted to watch him enter her, she had to attempt contortionism.

“How’s the lighting?” she asked as she crawled up onto the bed with him.

He fumbled with the phone, and a light switched on. He aimed it at his crotch. She bit her lips, torn between finding the action incredibly hot and a bit silly. She straddled him and reached for his cock, careful to keep her arm out of his shot as much as possible, and rubbed his cockhead through the juices between her legs. Fuck, she was swollen and wet. Her pussy was more than ready for its theatrical debut.

“Oh yeah,” he said, “rub it all up in there.” When she did as he directed, he sucked a breath through his teeth. “That looks so beautiful. Now put it in just a little.”

She slipped him into her opening and moved her hands aside, hover

ing over him with just his cockhead inside her.

“Your cum is trickling down my dick. I’ve never seen you this wet.”

“I want it all over you,” she said.

He drew two fingers down his shaft, collecting her fluids. He rubbed her juices into a small spot just under his navel and then grinned at her. “This might take a while.”

“I’d say I’ll wait, but I can’t.” His slight penetration was already driving her insane with need.

“I can speed this up a little.” He slid his thumb over her clit, massaging rapidly. He quickly drove her over the edge. Her thighs quaked as her pussy clenched repeatedly around his tip. She tossed her head back, moaning in bliss. She sank her hips down, taking him deep, and the tease in him vanished as he groaned. The phone dropped from his grip—she was blocking his shot anyway—and she leaned forward to pick it up. She switched from video mode to camera with the flick of her finger and lifted her hips. His head tilted back, mouth dropping open and eyes reduced to narrow slits as he kept his gaze on her. He was the sexiest damned thing she’d ever seen. She snapped a picture and then dropped the phone, far more interested in the feel of him than his looks as she moved her hips to slowly rebuild her pleasure.

She knew that if she gave him control of their joining that they’d both find orgasm quickly, but she relished this slow build, the time spent enjoying each other’s bodies. Yet eventually impatience got the better of him, and he gripped her hips, encouraging her to ride faster, and when she didn’t comply, he rocked up into her. She caught his hands and leaned forward to pin them to the mattress on either side of his shoulders.

“You always say you want to take your time at this.” She nibbled on his lip and then soothed the rough treatment with her tongue.

“The longer I’m inside you, the more I feel you with my heart.”

She kissed him tenderly, and released one hand so she could stroke the day’s growth of stubble on his jaw. “You mean that?”

He nodded. “You wouldn’t want me to cry during sex, would you?”

“If it’s because you’re overcome with deep, loving feelings for me, then I’d be okay with it.”