The man was talking my language.
I reached into his pants and did as he’d ordered. Hyde’s cock was fucking huge. The biggest I’d ever had. The only thing that would have improved it was a piercing. But he was so damn talented at using it, that I’d even deal with no piercing if he was my man.
His eyes closed as he dropped his head back while I pumped him. “Fuck, Monroe, you can do that any day of the week you want to.”
I opened my mouth to reply, but his phone rang.
Worst timing ever. His phone had a habit of interrupting me getting what I wanted.
“Fuck,” he muttered, reaching into his back pocket for his phone. Checking caller ID, he gave me an apologetic look. “I’ve gotta get this.”
I nodded and let his dick go, but his free hand moved straight to mine and held it in place, letting me know I should keep going. With his eyes firmly on mine, he answered the phone. “King, what’s up?”
They had a short conversation. I couldn’t follow it because they seemed to talk in the shortest sentences known to mankind, sprinkled with a good dose of grunts in between. I would never understand how men could get their point across with so few words, but Hyde ended the call with a clear understanding of what he had to do.
“I’ve gotta go, so this is gonna be quick,” he said, surprising me. I’d figured we were done for the night. I was all down for quick; I just needed cock.
He grabbed a condom from his wallet. Once he had it in place, he spun me again so my back was to him. He thrust inside me a moment later, hard enough that I ended up slammed against the door.
Holding my hips firmly, he pounded into me with a determination I loved. Hyde took charge and made shit happen, and I was one happy woman with his style of fucking. There was no talking, no fumbling, and no hesitation. He went after what he wanted, and he did it with a relentless force that had so far delivered a mind-blowing orgasm.
Even today, when he had to do it quickly, he didn’t disappoint. And again, by the time he was finished, I wasn’t sure my legs would be able to hold me up for much longer.
After he came, his body rested against mine for a minute, his hands moving around to cup my breasts. “Jesus, Roe, this pussy of yours gets me off like nothing else.” He trailed kisses down the back of my neck and along my shoulder, his teeth nipping my skin as he went.
Roe.
I loved the sound of that coming from him. I wasn’t sure why it made me feel so good, and I reminded myself not to get attached. But damn, it felt personal. It felt like we’d taken a step beyond where we were before he fucked me. And while I liked that, it was probably just that my nickname had fallen from his lips in the heat of the moment.
Pulling out of me, he let his hands roam down my body from my breasts to my hips to my ass. I turned to find him reaching for his shirt. He picked my clothes up too and passed them to me. Again, his gesture made me feel good.
Stop it, Monroe.
It’s just sex.
Dropping a kiss on my lips, he said, “I’ll get rid of this condom.”
I dressed while he was gone, and headed back into my kitchen to find a drink. I needed one after that. After I’d let my feelings start wandering to places they shouldn’t.
He met me in the kitchen, his hands all over me again. With one last kiss, he said, “I’ll call you.”
I drank some of my drink, my tummy alive with butterflies. “We need to stop this now, Hyde.”
“No.”
All my mixed emotions about him collided. Irrational anger resulted. “Why do you always get to decide things?”
“Why are you fighting this?”
“What is this?” I threw back.
“It’s exactly what you like, sugar. Dirty fucking sex.”
“That’s what you want.”
“You don’t?”
“I told you last time this was a one-time thing. I don’t want casual sex.”
His eyes narrowed at me. “You want more?”
And there was the rub. “I don’t know what I want.”
He raked his fingers through his hair. “You’re making this hard to follow.”
“Okay, let’s forget what I want for a minute. You told me you don’t date, so we’re an incompatible match anyway.”
He stepped closer to me, his hand curling around my neck. “You need to stop overthinking this. And stop figuring that you have me worked out.” He kissed me one last time. “Like I said, I’ll call.”
I stood in shock as he walked out. Yet again, he’d told me how things were going to go down between us, and I’d let him. And he still hadn’t confirmed he wanted more than sex. His vague “stop figuring you have me worked out” was such bullshit. It gave me nothing more than I already had. And fuck, I still wasn’t sure what I wanted.
But really, I was sure.
I wanted a whole lot more sex with Hyde. I just didn’t want to admit that I also wanted to spend more time with him.
Chapter 20
Hyde
Monroe was distracting me and she wasn’t even anywhere near me. I couldn’t get her out of my head. And that was a dangerous distraction to have when Storm was in the middle of shit.
Salvatore Ricci had turned out to be a dead end. He didn’t have anything to do with Jacko’s death and had proved it to us. That left us with a few other options, but getting to the bottom of it all was proving hard to do. King’s call tonight had been in regards to the guy Fox had put us onto. He’d been found dead with a message delivered to King afterwards.
“You’ve taken what’s mine, now I will take what’s yours.” King’s wild eyes came to mine as he waved the piece of paper sent to him in a box with the guy’s head. “What the fuck does this even mean?”
I had no idea either. It made no sense to me that this guy’s head had been sent to us. We’d had nothing to do with him until recently. And it made even less sense as to what King had supposedly taken from whoever was behind all this.
Bronze stepped forward. King had called him, Devil, Nitro, Kick and me in to deal with this. “You definitely don’t know this guy?” He indicated to the head in the box. “Not even from years ago?”
King scrubbed his face. “I’m almost one-hundred-fucking-percent sure I’ve never had anything to do with him.”
“And he gave you no leads when you saw him?”
Nitro shook his head. “Nothing. Hyde made sure he was in enough pain to speak if he had anything worth sharing, but he didn’t.”
Bronze nodded. “I don’t need specifics.” It was the warning he often gave us when we were about to cross one of his self-imposed boundaries. I didn’t know why he bothered. Simply working with us the way he did crossed enough lines to ensure his imprisonment if his colleagues ever discovered his corruption.
“I want to know everything about him,” King said to Bronze, indicating he wanted Bronze to look into him.
Bronze exhaled a frustrated breath. “I’m stretched, King. You’ve got me investigating three other guys. I’m trying to get through a huge workload at work, and I’m trying to evade Ryland, which is starting to prove difficult. Something’s gotta give if you want me to look into this.”