He let me have it, and then he was moving. Fast, slick drives, powering into my quivering core. “More,” he said, his fingers bruising my hips with their grip.
Sweat slicked our skin where it touched. He powered into me, through my climax, drawing it out until I wasn’t sure if I was still coming or if he’d set off a new orgasm.
“Fuck, Sloane.” There was a plea in his tone. His hands tightened on me, and then he was pulling me up, my back to his front, his hand holding my jaw so he could seal his mouth over mine.
I could feel it build for him, and I knew what he wanted but wasn’t asking for.
I broke the kiss. “Yes, baby. Please come in me,” I begged.
His grip on me tightened, and his mouth returned to mine. A second later, he went completely rigid, and I felt the first hot burst of his climax in the depths of my soul. It felt so good. So dirty. So right. Lucian Rollins was coming inside me.
His shout rang in my ears as another jet of release let loose inside me. “Sloane!”
I was coming again or still, triggered by his orgasm. He rode me, his thrusts slow and shallow as my body wrung every drop of his release free.
It was glorious. A fireworks show set off in my vagina, detonated by the obstinate man’s obliging penis.
Lucian collapsed on top of me, flattening me to the ottoman. He was still inside me, still on top of me, still coming. I never wanted it to end.
“You make me feel like I have no control,” he growled, still moving in me. It sounded like an accusation.
I took it as a compliment.
“This is ridiculous,” Lucian said when I pulled his ball cap lower over his face. “We’re adults, not teenagers. We shouldn’t have to sneak around.”
I zipped my coat all the way to my chin and covered my hair with the hood. “I’m hungry and all you have in your house are frozen, nutritious chef meals. Besides, do you really want Knockemout gossiping about us like we’re some kind of grumpy-sunshine love story?”
“I’m the sunshine in that scenario,” he said confidently.
“You’re the delusional grump who never wants to settle down, especially not with the beautiful, charming, book nerd next door. I’m the perky, sunshiny heroine who believes in true love. Just not with you because I’m only using you for orgasms.”
He shook his head. “You’re going to miss those orgasms when you meet Mr. Right. There are some things only Mr. Wrong can deliver.”
“We’ll see about that.”
We headed outside, cutting across his driveway and the strip of snow-covered grass to my place.
The lights were on across the street, but there were no errant dog walkers or couples out for a romantic, arctic stroll.
I blew out a sigh of relief and jogged up the walk to my front porch, pulling Lucian with me.
“I think I have some chocolate chips in the pantry,” I said.
Suddenly, Lucian nabbed me around the waist and pulled me back.
“I take it chocolate chips make you horny?”
But he was positioning his body between me and the front door.
“Go back to my place,” he said, his voice cold.
“What? Why? What’s going on?”
I tried to peer around his broad back, but he spun and gripped me by the shoulders. “Do as I say.”
I saw it then, the morbid, nauseating pile of matted fur and long, fleshy tails. “Oh my God.”
On an oath, Lucian picked me up and marched me off the porch. He set me down on the walkway where I no longer had a clear view of the door.
“I don’t suppose that’s common behavior for rats,” I said, fighting the rising nausea.
“No, it isn’t,” he said sternly.
“Damn it. You better go back. I have to see a man about a pile of frozen rats.”
“No, you’re going back to my place, and I’m calling Nash.”
“If you call Nash, the chief of police will know that we were together tonight. Which means the rest of the town will know by morning. And they’ll be speculating about these threats. And you don’t live here anymore, but I do. I’m the one who’s going to have to deal with the attention.”
“Threats?” Lucian’s voice was deadly calm.
“I still think the first one was a joke. This is clearly an escalation over some vague note.” I was babbling. Apparently that was the effect a pile of dead rats had on me.
He didn’t say another word. No, Lucian Rollins merely tossed me over his shoulder and marched me back to his house while placing a call.
“Why am I just now finding out that she’s being threatened?” he snarled into the phone.
“Put me down, you big, gorgeous asshat!”
He ignored me.
“You’ll want to see what someone left for her on her front porch. Bring the biggest evidence bags you have.”
“Excuse me! This is kidnapping,” I said, pummeling his back with my gloved hands.
“If you don’t stop screeching, the entire neighborhood is going to come outside and witness this,” Lucian said.
I was fairly certain he was talking to me.
“That’s not relevant, and it’s not anyone’s business but my own,” he continued.
That was definitely meant for Nash.
“Meet me at my place. I have to tie her to a chair,” Lucian said.
“Nice going, Lucifer. Now Nash is going to tell Lina, and Lina’s going to tell Naomi, and Waylay is going to eavesdrop and tell Chloe, and my niece can’t keep her mouth shut if she’s underwater trying to swim.”
“Someone left a pile of dead rats on your porch, and your biggest concern is your niece telling everyone we’re seeing each other?”
He unlocked his front door and carried me over the threshold.
“We’re not seeing each other. We’re seeing each other naked.”
“I can explain,” I said to the group before anyone else could begin. “It’s just sex.”
Lucian slapped a gloved hand over my mouth. “Shut up before you piss me off even more.”
“Pay up,” Lina said, holding her hand out to Nash. The chief of police had responded with his fiancée, his brother, and his sister-in-law.
The six of us stood in my driveway while we waited for Sergeant Grave Hopper to show up with an evidence bag big enough for a pile of rodents.
Nash and Knox exchanged annoyed looks, and both men reached for their wallets. Naomi and Lina grinned as crisp twenties were exchanged.
“A pleasure doing business with you,” Lina said. “Don’t ever doubt us again.”
“And don’t forget you owe Stef too,” Naomi told Knox.
“What’s going on?” I asked after prying Lucian’s hand away.
“We knew,” Lina explained. “Nolan told me he saw you at the hotel bar the other weekend and that the boss here went to ‘deal with you.’ Then both of you showed up to work with post-O face.”
“Knox and I were skeptical until Honky Tonk,” Nash admitted.
I smacked Lina in the shoulder. “Why didn’t you say anything?”
“Why didn’t you say anything?” she countered.
“I didn’t say anything because I didn’t think either of you would be fucking stupid enough to fuck around,” Knox interjected.
“Lina said it was like approaching a skittish dog. You don’t want to make any sudden moves or you’ll scare it off,” Naomi interjected.
“This is stupid. Can I please go back to my house?” I asked.
“Not until we make sure there aren’t any other surprises waiting for you inside,” Nash said.
I shivered.
“She’s staying with me tonight,” Lucian announced.
“Listen, Lucifer. Just because we’ve had sex a few times doesn’t give you the right to tell me what to do.”
At that moment, a police cruiser pulled up in the driveway behind Nash’s truck. Grave and Officer Bertle got out.
“I’ll leave you two to your bickering,” Nash said and headed for his cops.
Lucian used the distraction to haul me several feet away. Lina and Naomi exchanged smug looks.
“What are you doing?” I hissed.
“You should have told me,” he said coldly.
“Told you what? That someone left a lame anonymous note in the book drop for me? Do you know how many weird things we find in there every week?”
“Someone is threatening you, and you will take it seriously,” he announced.
“Ugh. Even after sex, you’re infuriating.”
“And you’re still a pain in my ass that won’t go away,” he shot back.