Hold On(157)
He didn’t want to approach, but his feet kept moving, taking him there.
He stopped outside the driver’s side door.
Shards of glass in her hair and on her clothing, sitting in a pool of her own blood, her top drenched with it.
Cher.
Garrett’s eyes shot open as his body jolted.
He stared at the dark, feeling cold because of the dream and the slick of sweat on his skin.
“Fuck,” he whispered, lifting his hands, pressing the pads of his palms to his eye sockets, forcing stars to shoot through his eyes in order to obliterate the residue of that dream. “Fuck,” he repeated.
He got it.
Finally, he got it. He understood.
His poison was different from Rocky’s.
He thought it was the same.
It wasn’t.
Now he understood.
He just had even less of a clue what to do about it.
But he knew who did.
* * * * *
Cher
At quarter to four in the morning, I let myself into Merry’s.
I shrugged off my jacket and silently put it and my purse on the dining room table.
The Xbox was not on the floor but in one of the shelves that had been empty, but now was not, under Merry’s TV.
My kid was sleeping on the couch.
It was a pullout that Merry had pulled out and put sheets and a thick blanket on.
But it was still a couch.
Something had to be done about that, but Ethan didn’t look uncomfortable.
He looked out.
Tomorrow.
I moved down the dark hall and saw Merry standing outside the door to his bedroom.
A near-to-four-in-the-morning welcome home.
Nice.
I said nothing.
He said nothing.
But when I got close enough, he hooked me with an arm around my waist and pulled me into his room.
The door catching barely made a noise.
Merry shuffled me back as I lifted my hands to his chest.
“Need to get my kid a bed, baby,” I whispered.
“I’ll talk to the guys. See what we can arrange for tomorrow.”
I nodded.
“Catch a killer?” I asked.
I saw his grin even in the dark.
“Not yet.”
My legs hit bed, then Merry and me hit bed, him on top.
His mouth went to my neck.
“You tired?” he asked.
“Yeah,” I answered.
His hand slid up my side, taking my shirt with it. “How tired?”
I shivered the good kind of shiver. “Not that tired.”
His hand slid over my ribs and started going up.
“Can you fuck quiet?” he asked.
My hands slid down his bare back until they encountered pajama bottoms.
Soft.
Flannel.
Nice.
“Absolutely,” I answered.
His mouth came to mine and I felt his smile before he kissed me.
We fucked hard. We fucked quick. It was great.
And we managed to do it quiet.
Chapter Nineteen
Hoping I Was Wrong
Cher
Thursday, Early Morning
Merry’s bathroom door was closed.
I was at the sink, hands to the basin, eyes to the mirror.
Merry was at the sink too, hands to my hips, eyes to mine in the mirror.
And I was taking his cock.
Watching him, his muscles straining, his gaze burning into mine, his fingers digging into my flesh, his body moving with his thrusts in time with feeling his cock drive hard and deep, in order to stifle a whimper, I dropped my head.
One of his hands slid up my spine, caught my hair, and pulled my head back.
He wanted me to watch.
And when he was banging me, Merry always found a way to get what he wanted.
Fuck.
Hot.
“Don’t turn me on too much, baby,” I warned on a whisper.
In answer to that, he dipped his knees and drove up so deep, he had to have hit my womb.
Amazing.
“That isn’t helping,” I moaned.
And to that, he gave a gentle tug on my hair that felt like he was driving me down on his dick.
My head back, my neck bowed, Merry kept thrusting as he grunted, “Arch your back for me.”
I did and watched his eyes drop to my tits.
“More,” he growled.
I gave him more.
At that, he growled again, eyes glued to me in the mirror, and he fucked me harder.
Shit, I could see that being a turn on for a guy because it was a turn on for me.
I braced my hands on the basin and started rearing back into his dick.
“Fuck yeah,” he groaned, moving his hand from my hair to my shoulder and driving me back even harder.
“Merry,” I breathed.
He curled his torso over me, his cock still pounding, his other hand moving from my hip up my belly. He caught one of my breasts and watched himself tug hard at my nipple.
But I watched the raw hunger on Merry’s face as he did it and I felt what he did, and it shot from my nipple to my pussy, detonating. My head flew back and I clenched my teeth, driving my moan back down my throat where it felt like it was vibrating along with my orgasm against my man’s plunging cock.
I wasn’t done yet when he pulled out, turned me, lifted me, planted my ass on the edge of the vanity, then tipped and lifted it. His mouth to mine, he thrust back inside.