Her grin stretches wider, and she arches an eyebrow, a few strands of silvery hair brushing her cheeks as she looks down at me. “I don’t know, Knox, that sounds like jealousy to me. It sounds like you think no one else should look at me but you.”
“That’s not how it is,” I grumble, defending myself. “Gage, Priest, and Ash can look at you too.”
She laughs, shaking her head. “So you won’t mind if I wear something nice and a little revealing the next time I see Carter then? That won’t bother you at all.”
I growl at the thought of it. River there in something skimpy and Carter eyeing her up like he has any fucking right to. It pisses me off just thinking about it, and I narrow my eyes at River.
“Don’t you fucking dare.”
“Why not?” she teases. “You’re not jealous, right? What’s the big deal then?”
“The big deal is he doesn’t have the right to look at you. He doesn’t deserve it.”
“And that’s for you to decide, is it?”
She doesn’t sound pissed off about me being possessive. In fact, she looks fucking entertained, like she’s egging me on. Even knowing that, I feel myself getting worked up. Anger and heat run through me, and I want to find anyone who would even think about looking at River too hard and fuck them up. At the same time, I want to throw River down and remind her who she fucking belongs to.
I carved it into her back for a reason. She’s ours.
“Maybe it is,” I say, answering her question. “Maybe it should be.”
“Maybe,” she replies. “But that sounds like jealousy to me.”
I grumble under my breath, and River sits up. I make a move to grab for her, to keep her from darting away, but she just grins and scoots down so her head is right at my crotch.
The heat surges even higher, blocking out any of the anger that was left. How could I be angry when I get a sight like this? River on her knees between my legs, her hand moving to my crotch to undo my fly and pull my cock out.
It’s half hard already, just from her touching it, and she strokes it slowly, working me up even more. I lift my hips, seeking out more of that good as hell friction, and she grins, dipping her head down to swirl her tongue around the head of my cock.
“Fuck,” I groan, head flopping down against the arm of the couch. “Goddamn.”
She just laughs and eases her mouth over me, taking me down further and further until the head of my cock hits the back of her throat.
It’s a fucking effort to keep my hips still so that I don’t choke her, and she pulls off slowly, letting me feel it as she rubs her tongue along the underside of my cock. She plays with my piercing with her tongue, and I shudder, groaning her name.
“Your mouth is so fucking good,” I tell her, my voice deep with lust.
River smirks around my cock and then pulls all the way off, spitting on the head of my dick so it runs down and gives her something to use as lube when she goes back to stroking me.
Seeing her do something filthy like that just sparks the heat in me higher, making my spine tingle with the need to have more of her.
That irresistible smirk is still on her face, and she meets my eyes while she works her hand, giving her wrist a little twist in there for good measure.
“I like how possessive you are,” she murmurs, and I can see the truth of that statement reflected in her dark eyes. “I like how much you want me. How you can’t get enough.”
She punctuates that by squeezing my cock a little, and I groan for her, my hips bucking.
She dips her head and takes me back into her mouth, bobbing up and down as she sucks me hard and fast. It feels fucking amazing, and I can’t sit still. Every time she goes down, I meet her halfway, hitting the back of her throat sometimes, making her gag.
But she takes it like a fucking champ.
She just swallows around me and gets right back to sucking me off.
“Fuck,” she gasps when she lifts her head for another breath. “Your cock is so damn sexy. I like this piercing. I love how it makes me feel.”
She drags her tongue along it, and heat lances up my spine again.
It’s impossible to look away from her. Impossible to think about anything other than the heat of her mouth and the way her hand feels around my cock. The way she’s working me up while she talks.
“You’re mine,” she groans. “You’re fucking mine, and I want to mark you like you’ve marked me.”
“Fuck, yes,” I groan. “Do it. Mark me up.”
Whatever she wants at this point, I’d give her. If she wanted to cut me or bite me or do whatever, I’d be down for it. I want to be hers and I want every fucker to know it.
River dips her head, taking me back into her mouth. She relaxes her throat, and the head of my cock slips into it. I have to clench my teeth to avoid coming undone right then and there because it feels so fucking good.
She feels so fucking good.
When she raises her head again, her eyes are dark with possessive lust.
“You’re mine,” she mutters again, her eyes flashing with something feral. “Just like I’m yours. All of yours.”
That overcomes me, and when she goes back down, I grab her head, keeping her in place. I give up on trying to be gentle and not hurt her. She can take it. I know she can take it, and I can’t hold back.
My hips thrust up, and I fuck her face, thrusting my cock down her throat, rubbing it against her tongue while she takes it.
And just like before, she takes it like a champ. She moans around me, drool and precum spilling out of her mouth. Spit connects her mouth to my cock every time I pull out enough to let her breathe, and then I thrust right back in.
She gets off on getting it rough and hard, just like I do, and knowing that makes my insides go tight with the heat of pleasure.
When I come, it’s with a growl of her name, forcing my cock down her throat so I can come in spurts. She swallows it all, and when I pull back, her lips are red and swollen and she’s panting a little.
“Come here.”
I pull her into my lap and kiss her deeply, tasting myself on her tongue before I draw back to gaze at her again, unable to get enough.
She’s sexy as fuck like this.
Flushed and satisfied and fucking mine.
26
River
The next day, I make my call to Mitch Carter.
I still have his card from when he was trying to get information out of me on his last little visit to the house, and I kept it, just in case there was ever a time when we could use it. Working with the feds is dangerous, especially in a game like this, but throwing Julian under the bus is worth the danger.
Carter might already have his suspicions about the guys, but it’s nothing he can prove. So it’s worth the risk, even though I don’t really want to talk to him at all.
I stand in the living room and punch his number into my phone, holding my breath a little when the call goes through.
He answers the phone on the third ring, sounding professional and detached. “This is Carter.”
“Hi, Agent Carter,” I say, keeping my voice neutral. “This is River Simone. We’ve met a few times?”