I thrust deep and held there, my hips pushing down to hers. She lifted herself up to me, her arms throwing themselves around my body, nails catching skin and muscle to hold on tight. I hurried and put my left hand to her back and held her there.
I started to fuck her again, completely unforgiving for what my body required right then. Each thrust was harder, faster, reaching depths that were matched only with louder cries and whimpers, telling me that Harlee had never experienced anything like it before.
I had warned her… she would never be the same again…
She tried to kiss my chest but ended up biting at me. Her teeth sank hard, pulling, feeling like she was going to rip me open. That didn’t bother me at all. She clung to my back for dear life as I fucked her even faster and harder. When she tried to lock her ankles around me, my ass bucked back and knocked her ankles apart.
This was my fucking show and she wanted to be part of it.
I put my right hand to the bed and leaned forward a little. Harlee still hadn’t let go of me. She put her head back a little, leaving her mouth dangerously close to mine. I couldn’t kiss her while I was coming deep inside her. That would give the wrong idea of what this was. She tried to kiss me and the second our lips touched, my cock was filled and ready to unleash.
I broke the kiss, groaning, knowing I was down to just seconds.
I hurried to put her back on the bed. My left hand cupped her breast and I fucked harder, feeling myself reaching that last turn before the finish line. Harlee reached for me, her fingertips grazing along my stomach and down, damn near touching herself.
I started to come and held inside her, my cock spilling. She arched her back and let out another cry, her hips moving left to right like she could somehow make more room inside herself for me. My cock pulsed once, twice, three times, and then I pulled back, grunting as the feel of her pussy sliding against the top of my cock as I came.
I fucked her for another few seconds and then pulled out and plopped myself to her lower stomach. She reached for me, squeezing at the head of my cock, getting out the last remaining few drops of release.
Our eyes met as I towered over her. Her face was flush, her hair messy and sweaty. She was out of breath and looked helpless and tired.
I grabbed her hand and tore it away from my dick. I put her hand to the bed and held her there. Then I did something really fucking stupid.
I leaned down and kissed her.
A full blown kiss.
Lips, tongue, our breaths wild, groaning, a kiss with the intention of me getting hard and ready to fuck her again.
I forced myself to get off her and away from the bed. I stood there, my cock dangling in front of her, still bouncing with my racing heart. Harlee turned to her side. That was a goddamn sight to see. The side of her body curving in all the rights spots.
I reached down and moved a few strands of hair out of her face.
“You still have a chance,” I said to her. “You could get out of all this shit, darling.”
Harlee smiled at me.
Fucking beautiful smile.
She reached for the nightstand and grabbed at the diamond ring. I sucked in a deep breath, hating the memories that came with the fucking ring.
Harlee then slid the ring back on and rolled to her back. She bent her left leg and looked at me. In that exact second she was the ultimate dream. A piece of heaven to calm the flames of my hell.
“I’m not getting out of this shit,” she whispered. “Not without you.”
She put her hand out and stared at the ring, still grinning.
That’s when it hit me. Hard.
I was in too fucking deep.
twenty-two.
(harlee)
I was lost in a world of post-sex bliss. My body ached and tingled in all the right ways and I continued to hold my hand out, staring at the diamond ring. I knew it was all for show, but wearing nothing but a diamond ring was kind of a fantasy of mine. Not to mention the fact that a wild outlaw like Trent had just climbed off my body. That only made the fantasy feel more real.
I sat up in bed and covered my chest. I just sat there, looking to the other side of the bed, wondering if Trent was going to sleep next to me now. That would imply more than what was there, right?
It meant something to me though that he actually opened a little. I felt sorry for him that his old love took off because of the life. Not that I could blame her though. It had to be hard for a woman to want a normal life and career when her man was dodging police and bullets on a twenty-four-seven basis.
I had no sense of normal though. Hell, naked in Trent’s bed, pretending to be engaged… that was normal for me. I had done something similar with Daxton to keep myself safe from the rest of the Night Soul guys. All I ever did was float. I thought I had a plan but each step had me sinking deeper and deeper. If anything, I should have left.
There was still time to leave.
Then again, there was still time to enjoy Trent’s body.