“Put your cock inside me and I will.”
I could’ve laughed at her, but I was too pissed and turned on to do anything but kiss her harder and shut her up. Her hands came between us and while I kissed her neck and bit her shoulder, she had my jeans undone and was trying to get them off me.
“Baby, help me.”
I knew damn well we were past the point where I had any control to stop myself from fucking her. I carried her out of the office and into my bedroom where I tossed her onto my bed.
She was already taking her pants off by the time I was naked, condom on and climbing on top of her. She didn’t even let me kiss her before she had a hold of my straining cock and was putting it between her legs.
She tilted her hips up and the tip went inside.
“Jesus, Georgie.” I entered her slowly, not wanting to hurt her, but she had other ideas and she grabbed my hips, bending her knees while placing her feet flat on the bed. Then she thrust upward and I sunk into her hard and deep.
“Oh, God. Yes.” She put her head back onto the pillow, her hands reaching above her to grip the rungs in the headboard. “Fuck me.”
I was so taken back that I froze, watching her writhe beneath me while my cock was wrapped tight in her warmth. Her eyes flew open and then she smiled and my heart skipped a beat.
God, she was mine. I’d never thought I’d have the chance. Shit, I’d been careful to not break my word to Connor and then when the drinking and partying started, I knew I could never be with that girl.
And now … She’d have to accept everything about me because Georgie was locked in me and there was no way in hell she was ever getting the key.
“Deck?”
I’d never been so literally frozen. Just didn’t happen. Too dangerous in my line of work and yet, staring down at her, feeling my cock nestled tight, her body stretched out like a cat … even her blue highlights against the stark-white pillow … everything. This moment was … perfect.
“Baby?” She reached up and stroked my head, her eyes soft and still smoldering with desire. “What’s wrong? You okay? You don’t want to do this?”
And that right there was the Georgie she’d kept hidden. That part of her I’d been wanting to see again. Her vulnerability, her caring, her sweetness. It had lain buried beneath the lies.
Fuck, I loved her. Always had. I’d do anything for her and maybe it was crazy loving someone as much as I did her, but Georgie was the good in me. Without her, I was sure I’d sink into the darkness of my mind and never emerge. She gave me the light to keep coming back. To crawl away from the evil I was surrounded by, the nightmares, the coldness, and she made me human again. She kept bringing me back here—to her.
And maybe she was right and she needed to see Robbie again. I knew what it was like to need closure. I hadn’t wanted to taint her life with that shit, but it was already tainted with me in it. The only thing I wouldn’t allow was her to watch me torture the bastard. Because he was going to suffer for what he did to her.
“Fine. But it will be me finding him. Not Kai.”
Her eyes widened with surprise. “Really? You’re okay with it?”
I shook my head. “No, babe. I’m not okay with it. But you need it, then we’ll work it out.”
“Okay. Now stop dawdling and fuck me already. I’m throbbing and hot and you’re heavy on top of me.”
I shut her up by kissing her and then did what she wanted and fucked her—twice more.
“WHAT THE HELL are you doing with that?”
I spun around and the gun went flying, hitting the floor then crashing into the wall. “Oops.”
“Oops?” Deck, half-naked and wet from the shower, a towel slung low on his hips, strode across the bedroom and picked up the gun. I heard a few clicks before he tossed it on the bed then opened his bedside drawer and put the bullets inside. “A loaded gun. You were, what … seeing if you could shoot off your foot?”
I laughed, rolling my eyes, and then looked him up and down. The guy seriously didn’t know how to look bad. “Baby, you look hot in a towel. I was thinking …” I lay back on the bed and stretched out. We’d spent the day having sex and not talking about any of the crap. He insisted I be on top because of my back, but no matter what position we did, we always ended with him over me.
Deck even brought me a sandwich in bed to which he promised a beating if I got any crumbs on his sheets. Of course I did, and the beating was of him thrusting inside me. “Maybe we could have a swim and do it in the pool.”
His scowl deepened. “You had a gun in your hand, pointed at your foot and it was loaded with bullets.”