“You were scared earlier.”
“I’d never seen you like that,” she said, licking my bottom lip as I moved slowly in and out of her. “I’ve seen you fuck before. I’m not afraid.”
“Really?” I asked, lifting a brow.
“Bring it on, cobra,” she said, licking the head of the tattoo. “Show me what you’ve got.”
Wrapping her tighter in my arms, I thrust hard into Lark and she moaned like I’d never satisfied her before that moment. Hell, my muse really wanted to play.
Yet, after a few more hard thrusts, I stopped and frowned at her.
“Did you break it?” she said, laughing. “I could lick it better if that would help?”
Smiling, I turned off the water. “I need you somewhere safe so when I fuck you hard, you won’t fly out of the shower.”
“Big talk, she murmured as I carried her to the bedroom and rested on her back. “I like it hard. I like you hard too. If I keep saying hard, will you help me come?”
I gave her a gentle kiss. “Tell me you love me.”
“I love you forever, Aaron. You’re mine.”
“Tell me you don’t think I’m a bitch to let some fucker hurt you.”
“The only thing making me think you’re a bitch is how you’re teasing me with your cock like that. I want you.”
One hard thrust and Lark gasped. Eyes wide, she grinned and squirmed under me.
“Let go,” she murmured. “Don’t hold anything back. Not with me. Not ever.”
Giving Lark what she wanted, I propped myself over her and all of my anger and frustration broke free in our lovemaking. At first, I think she was intimidated by the ferocity of my thrusts. Like our first night when she didn’t know what to do with her hands, she seemed awkwardly for a minute or two.
Suddenly, her face lit up and she held onto my forearms and soaked in every thrust as our bodies became one. When she was close, one of her hands went between her legs and I nearly lost it watching her stroke her clit.
Lark cried out my name as if startled by the pleasure. Seeing such beauty in her expression, I leaned down to kiss her. Her arms wrapped around me while her hips shoved up, wanting more. Bearing down into her, I felt my relief edging closer and closer. Harder and faster, we moved then she came a second time and I released everything I had inside her. All of the need and uncertainty from the last week. Lark was mine and fuck anyone who tried to take her away.
“Mine,” she whimpered as I relaxed inside her and we caught our breath.
“Always.”
Realizing I was pressing down on her back, I awoke from the heat of the moment. Sliding out of her, I admired the sight of her satisfied pussy glistening for me.
“It misses you already,” Lark teased, rolling over and wiggling her ass at me. “Do you miss it?”
Hell yeah, I missed it. In fact, I missed it again and again until we were exhausted. Sitting against the headboard, I held Lark while she traced my cobra tattoo. She was relaxed in a wonderful way. Smiling easily, she wanted to play one more time before we finally slept. More than anything, I suspected she needed to be close after the earlier attack. An attack that would go unpunished.
“I feel like a coward who can’t protect my woman,” I admitted. “I know what Cooper would do in this situation and I’m not doing it. I hate thinking he does better for Farah than I do for you.”
Lark rested her head on my chest and curled up on the bed. Her eyes were tired as she studied me. I ran my fingers along her freckles and sighed at how she said nothing. Finally, she took my hand and rested it against her cheek.
“Destroy his car. That’ll be your revenge.”
“His car?” I asked, thoroughly unimpressed with this option. A guy could buy a new car. I wanted to take something Larry couldn’t live without. Like his balls.
“It’s one of those old collectable cars and he’s spent over a hundred grand fixing it up over the years. It’s his favorite thing in the world. He loves that stupid car.”
When I said nothing, Lark continued, “In his will, he’s not leaving the car to Dylan or my mom. He’s leaving it to some friend who has a bunch of those old cars. Larry doesn’t think anyone else is good enough for the fucking car.”
Lark kissed the palm of my hand then rested on her tit. “You shouldn’t feel less than Cooper. Or that you’re not a man capable of protecting me. I know you want to use your fists to destroy Larry, but he’s an old man. If you really want to hurt him, you take that car. It’ll break his cold heart.”
Searching her face, I realized the car was something not only Larry loved, but Lark hated.
“He once said if it was between saving me, Raven, and Mom or saving his car, it wasn’t even a difficult choice,” she muttered then added, “I hate that fucking car.”
“Then, we take his fucking car.”