(Blood and Bone, #2) Sin and Swoon(50)

I agree. “Fine. I’ll think about it. But I need intel on this church, location, who else has been married there, and what kind of service would be expected.”

He laughs, and I can tell the fight is definitely over. He stands up, scooping me up into his arms, and carries me to our bed.

He places my head softly on the pillow on his side and closes the door, not before Binxy squeezes through and runs for the closet. Dash turns the lights off and flicks on the small light in the corner before walking to the edge of the bed, plucking my slippers from my feet, and tossing them in the corner where he throws my pants after taking them off.

I fight the images in my brain, the ones linked to Rory. The ones that sting a little bit everywhere still. I need Dash to make me forget them.

He kisses up my calves and thighs, spreading me open to him. He licks once, roughly, between my legs, and inserts his middle finger. My lips part, and a breath escapes like it’s fleeing.

He slides the finger in and out slowly, lubricating and teasing. His thumb begins rubbing my clit in a slow circular motion. I can’t watch any longer as my head falls backs and a gasp escapes my lips.

“Touch your breasts, show them to me.” His voice is smooth.

Without even hesitating I drag my T-shirt up my torso and chest, letting my breasts sit in the open air. I cup them, squeezing and rolling the nipples the way he likes as he increases the thrusting finger inside of me.

The sound of his belt and pants fills the air as he releases his cock and pulls his pants and underwear down. I don’t need to see it to know what he’s doing.

His punishing penetration makes my eyes roll into the back of my head as each thrust jolts my ass and pussy with pleasure. Where he’s landing when he pushes his finger in hits all the right nerve endings.

I squeeze my nipples, lifting my butt a bit to meet his rhythmic finger-fucking. He rolls me over, not letting me finish, and climbs between my thighs, spreading them wide and lifting my ass back to meet his ready and eager erection.

He rubs the head on my slit twice before pushing all the way in with a jerk. He pulls me to him with one hand and inserts the thumb of his other hand into my ass very slowly.

I moan, as he keeps his thumb planted deeply in my ass and punishes my pussy with his cock. The sound of him entering me is a mixture of the lubricant I have made and the gasping groans coming from us both. Mine is high-pitched and on the cusp as I near orgasm. His is deep and throaty, a grunt that mixes with a growl every time he is deep in me.

He pulls me back roughly, meeting my awaiting orgasm with his pulsating cock. Just as he feels me lose control of myself, he removes his thumb from my ass and slams my pussy as hard as he can. It’s rough and angry in a few ways, but exactly what we both want. He owns my body, we agree on that fact silently as I orgasm all over him and he fills me with everything he has.

He collapses on top of me, kissing the side of my face and muttering, “Admit you missed me.”

I shake my head. “Never.”

He laughs like he knows I don’t mean it. He knows me better than anyone.





15. Bedtime stories




The text is a surprise. Mostly because it’s not my file anymore and I am awaiting my final assessment and debriefing on it. I rode the mind, the girl died. My team and I should be off it, and yet Angie is asking me back in. I realize I haven’t properly debriefed because the site has taken up everyone’s energy, but she isn’t ever my contact for debriefing.

I send her a message saying I’ll meet her at the office, and run to the door.

“You leaving?” Dash asks from the kitchen, where he’s holding a plate filled with cake. “I was going to feed you this in the bath and think of varying ways to call you beautiful in other languages.”

I pause, wincing. “As tempting as that cake looks, I never want to sit in a bath and listen to you gush. I’ll cut my wrists with my leg-shaving razor if you attempt it. And yes, I am leaving. I have to go back in.”

“Why?”

“I don’t actually know, maybe because the case has some loose ends they want to see if I can answer. Everyone is busy with the giant scene we have uncovered, and the higher-ups might just want the debriefing done.”

He wrinkles his nose, but I lift a hand. “It’s stuff I already know the answer to. I don’t have to go searching. As far as I understand, it’s routine in unsolved cases. You and Angie just aren’t part of this usually, you’re the mind-run team and doctors for the vic. I don’t know why she is the one asking me in to debrief, but it’s something I normally go through afterward. The difference with this one is that we haven’t ever crossed the bridge where I can’t solve the file with the mind run. This is new territory. But finding a den of dead women hasn’t ever happened before either. The whole thing is a brand-new situation.”