Steele felt his body taking her, but his mind was still trying to work out how to get away from her. As far as he could. When her ankles tightened around him, Steele moaned and reached up under her shirt to find her warm breast bare to his touch. Pulling the shirt all the way up, he took the hard tip into his mouth and bit down. She did taste as good as she smelled, and he wanted so much more of her.
“Please.” He wanted to please them both. More than anything, but he knew that this was a mistake. And even as that thought entered his head, he pulled from her to take off her pants. His need to be buried as deeply as he could into her was making him stupid.
As he tore them from her, tossing the torn jeans over his shoulder, Steele felt her fingers working at his own pants. As soon as he was free, his cock wrapped up in her hand, he moaned. Christ, he was going to come just from her touch. As he pulled her shirt off her the rest of the way, Steele cupped her full breasts in his hands and pinched her nipples. He was as close to coming as he’d ever been.
“Inside of me, please.” He fisted his cock and moved his crown over her entrance. She was hot; her juices were thick with need. Moving in and out of her, he watched her body react. Her legs tightened around him again. “Please, take me.”
As if he had no choice in the matter, none whatsoever, Steele felt his body harden more, his need to take her nearly overwhelming. She was wet; he was hard and naked. He moved forward, his cock sliding in and out easily when she raised her hips up and seemingly swallowed his cock.
Steele filled her. His cock buried in her to the root, and he pulled back to fuck her when she screamed out her release. It was all he needed, all it took for him to slam forward again and empty himself inside of her. It was over too soon, finished before he felt as if he had given her much more than a quick fuck. But he continued fucking her as hard as he could as he leaned in and took her mouth. Steele moaned when she shifted her head and licked his shoulder. When she bit him, sank her teeth into his muscle right through his shirt, he came again, his cock exploding out his release as if he hadn’t come only seconds before.
Dropping on top of her, he held her tightly to his body. He had no idea why the need to comfort her was nearly too much, but he held onto her. When she moved, shifted her hips, he lifted his head and looked down at her. Even in the moonlight, he could see her tears.
“Did I hurt you?” She shook her head. “Then why are you crying? If you’re going to claim I took you against your will, I’m not—”
The punch to his nose had him seeing stars. Pulling from her and out of her, Steele grabbed his face with both hands as warm fluid poured between his fingers. He tried to focus on her, hearing her cursing, but he was in so much pain he could hardly think. Dropping to his knees, he nearly fell back when she jerked something from beneath his knee. He watched her as she yanked clothing from what appeared to be an overnight bag.
“Christ, what the fuck is wrong with you?” He didn’t get an answer and looked up at her. She was gone. “Fuck.”
He stood up and blew snot and blood from his nose as he looked for her. But she and her things were nowhere to be seen. She was simply gone, as if she’d never been there. Picking up his pants from his ankles, he called for her. By the time he’d found what was left of her pants and her shirt, Steele was pissed. Getting into his car, he started it and sat there for several minutes just trying to get a grip on his temper. What the fuck had just happened? He kept asking himself.
“Other than a good fuck.” He grinned when he thought of how good it had been to be buried inside of her. Then he frowned. “No, she was just a *. A hot one, but I’m not going to read more into it than there was. A willing person who wanted it as much as I did.”
When he realized he was talking to himself and answering himself, Steele reached over and turned on the radio. He rarely listened to the thing and was surprised to find it on a country and western station, a genre he never listened to. Driving down the road slowly to see if he could find Kari, he tried not to think about what they’d just done. And they hadn’t used any sort of protection.
By the time he got back to the big house, he was boiling with anger. She was out there alone. And as much as he wanted to think she was helpless, he only had to touch the bridge of his nose to realize she would be just fine. But it bothered him to no end that she’d left him like she had.
Chapter 2
Ray was in the kitchen making a pot of coffee when Steele came in. He looked at the boy and decided that he’d let it go for now. He did wonder about the black eyes and the bruised nose, and thought that if she’d done this to him, she had a damned good reason. Sitting down across from him, he sipped his coffee and waited. It didn’t take as long as he thought it would.