“Yes,” I gasped, grinding against him, wanting more. “Harder.”
“Harder... what?” he teased with a smoldering smile on his lips.
“Harder, sir,” I panted, and he delivered. Taking my arms from around his neck, he pinned my wrists above my head using his damaged arm, which was now in a sort of waterproof sports-brace thing. His other hand gripped me under my ass and held me aloft while he drove into me with an intensity built from emotion. Every hard thrust of his rigid shaft, I could almost feel him repeating those words. Falling in love with you.
My body clenched and spasmed around his punishing cock as I came, moaning my release and silently returning the words to him. He followed only moments later, finding his own release deep inside me with a long, drawn out groan.
“Um, River?” I panted, as he gently slid me down the shower wall and withdrew from within me. “Did you just say—”
“Shh,” he cut me off, kissing me once more for a good long moment while we stood under the warm water. “If you and Luce really want to go alone, then I guess there can’t be too much harm. But only for a few hours, and you keep your phone on you at all times, okay?”
“Deal.” I grinned, kissing him again quickly, then pushing him back to grab his soap. “Seeing as I’m in here now, I may as well shower properly.”
“Mmm, I think I can help you with that,” he offered with a wicked glint in his eye, and I just knew that I was going to be late for meeting Lucy.
Some things were worth it though.
22
Shopping with Lucy was successful, as shopping with Lucy and a black card always tended to be. I’d picked up several different dress options and would see what the guys thought when we got home.
“So tell me about this thing with Finn,” I prompted when we stopped for a late lunch. We’d been gone way longer than the couple of hours I’d promised River, but I had been sure to stay in touch with him, and he didn’t seem to be freaking out too badly. Yet.
“Not much to tell really,” she hedged, stirring her iced tea with a long spoon. She loved those things, but I seriously didn’t see the appeal. Cold tea? Gross. I’d stick with my coffee any and every day, thank you.
“I know you’re suspicious of him because he was in the labs, but he’s been really good to me, Kit.” She looked up and met my eyes with open sincerity. “I did speak to him about it. Briefly. He admitted to being a supernatural but wouldn’t tell me what he is exactly, which I guess is his prerogative and all.”
“I see.” I was actually really surprised that he’d been up front about that much. “And he is making out like it’s just a big coincidence that he ended up as your physical therapist?”
“Uh, no. No, he admitted that was deliberate.” She sat back and fiddled with one of her batwing earrings. “He had heard about what Dupree did to me and how it almost bagged her you in return, so initially he took the job in an effort to use me as leverage.”
“Leverage?” I squeaked. “For what?”
“He didn’t really have anything in mind. Just... general leverage.” She grinned at me. “Got to appreciate that kind of initiative, right?”
“What? No! Lucy, that’s—” I could feel my eyes bugging out of my head in outrage when she cut me off.
“That’s none of your damn business, is what that is.” She gave me a stern glare. “I’m a big girl now, too, Kit. If someone wants to use me, I’d much prefer they be upfront about it. Besides, that was before we got to know each other better.”
“Uh-huh.” I waggled my eyebrows. “Got to know each other, hey?”
“Really, little miss shower sex? We going there, are we?” She gave me a no bullshit look, and I pulled my head in. I’d been right about being late for meeting Lucy. In fact, I’d been still in the middle of a third screaming orgasm under River’s skilled hands, and cock, when she had arrived.
“Touché. So how serious is this thing between you two?” I asked, genuinely concerned for my best friend who was hooking up with a potentially dangerous supernatural being.
“Not. I mean, not yet anyway. We just enjoy each other’s company, but it’s nowhere even near ‘official’ or really even monogamous, to be totally honest.” She nibbled at the disgustingly healthy, sugar-free muffin she had bought. It looked like it was made of cardboard, and based on the face she was pulling, it tasted the same.
“Okay, just be careful, okay? Any sign of crazy or dangerous, you call me immediately. I’ll make Caleb zap me over to you in one of those Mage circle things.” I gave her my most serious glare so she knew I wasn’t fucking around on this subject.
“Understood,” she agreed. “Now can we talk about your boyfriends?”
“No,” I growled. “Nothing to talk about, but thanks for your little intervention with Wesley last night, you bitch.”
She snickered with a decidedly evil grin. “Oh, please, you needed a little push. You two are like awkward school kids together. Tell me about Austin, though.”
“What about Austin?” I frowned. “There’s nothing going on there.”
“Uh-huh. So you let him tattoo you with no idea what he was going to draw and lay there with his hands on your skin for hours and felt nothing?” she challenged, and I shook my head.
“Absolutely nothing. We are barely even friends, let alone anything more.” Okay, that was a dirty, great lie, and I damn well knew it.
“You’re such a liar,” my best friend chuckled. “And how about the fact that he literally tattooed his name onto you, like he was staking a claim? Still feel nothing?”
“He was just being his usual asshole self. It would have been too nice to just do an incredible tattoo; he had to slip a bit of dick into it.” I rolled my eyes, and Lucy snorted a laugh.
“Oh yeah? Slip a bit of dick in, huh?” She grinned broadly, and I noticed what I’d just said.
“You know what I mean,” I muttered.
“I sure do,” she teased. “So I guess if you are already juggling five guys—”
“Four,” I corrected.
“Five guys,” she stubbornly continued. “Then you have no interest in tall, dark, and smolderingly sexy coming our way right now. Oh, dibs.”
“What?” I turned in my seat to see who she was talking about, and my heart skipped a beat.
“Uh, let me guess,” Lucy groaned, as I shot from my seat with my pulse racing.
“Vali,” I gasped. “What are you doing here? Is everything okay?” I glanced past him to see the stunning brunette I’d met at Vali’s home. She was, once again, dressed impeccably in designer threads and spike-heeled shoes.
“Drag?,” he murmured in greeting, kissing both my cheeks and turning to Lucy. “My apologies. We have not yet met; I’m Vali.”
“Yes, you are,” Lucy agreed, her eyes practically popping out of her head as she eyed up my massive Romanian guardian. But what was more interesting was the way she blushed when she looked at Vali’s girlfriend, Elena. Guess she was the tall, dark, and smolderingly sexy who Lucy had been referring to.