I helped her, pushed my hips up so she’d grind her clit over my groin, rub that little place and get herself off while I held her up by her throat.
She gripped my forearm with both hands and bounced faster. I gritted my teeth. Her pussy felt like it would shatter my dick, the little thing was so tight. Her blunt nails dug into my arm, and I just wanted her flipped over and mounted.
A growl ripped my throat.
“Wanna tear me up, don’t you? Admit that shit.” She choked when I squeezed, but managed to say, “I love when your eyes brighten. It’s such a turn-on. I love when you take over, when you’re rough and kind, and when you left me the house, fixed the Kickster, and I’m not sorry we met.”
I tugged her to me and attacked her mouth, pumping my hips from below so when she came, she’d scream only for me. Her pussy squeezed my dick, and I let go of her neck. Her arousal flooded, and I unloaded inside her.
I didn’t let go of her mouth. I kissed her like I owned her, because I was pretty sure Dewlyn had just told me she loved me. And I’d make this the best day of her life. I tugged her hair back so I could nibble her throat. Her chest rose and fell as she tried to catch air. “You wanna live in the sky?”
“I don’t know, I was mad back then.”
“It’s yours.” I kissed her throat and tilted my head.
She sat back, still impaled on me, and I was still hard. Momentarily, I slid her off.
“I don’t know what you mean,” she said and twisted to pick up her robe.
“Leave it,” I said. “I want to look at you.”
She folded her hands on her lap.
Well, damn. This girl was the Dewlyn I would have gotten that first time I’d failed to bring her home. The girl stripped of defense and anger and hate. And all mine. It only took a bullet in my chest to get us here. I’d shoot myself again for this girl.
She looked at peace, comfortable, and…whole up here away from her planet. I wanted to lock us up in this room and never leave. I wanted to shelter her like this, naked and sated. I didn’t want the world to touch her ever again, because if anyone asked anything of her, she’d give it to them. Loyal to a fault, she’d go above and beyond like she did at Rey’s house. She risked her life for a damn dog. I still couldn’t believe she’d opened the door to let the dog inside. The man could’ve snapped her little neck and then Rey’s.
I’d never forget that day. I barely made it out of the well, delivered Jamie up on the ship, and headed home to pack when Jamie’s front door gaped wide open. I didn’t even walk inside. I climbed to the second floor and saw a small hand holding an ax, the body hidden behind the closet wall. I busted the windows, got shot, and did what I did downstairs. The girls heard me gnaw and chew the flesh off his bones but, enraged, I couldn’t stop, if only to spare them the noise. I wanted the dead one in the kitchen too.
I squeezed my temples with a thumb and a forefinger. Got a headache just thinking about how scared she must’ve been up there.
“Vice, you okay?” she asked.
I cleared my throat, then reached into my pocket. I got a key, a thin transparent card. I put it in her palm. “You said you want to live in the sky. Now you do. The key opens every door on this ship. No matter where you are, you can always get out or lock yourself inside.” Okay, so I nursed some paranoia over her safety.
A smile tugged on her lips, and she flipped the card in her hand. “Like a universal key set. Opens every lock I jab it into.”
“Yeah, like that.”
“Nice. When I said I want to live in the sky, I meant I enjoy riding. I love Beast City, the noise, the tech, and I loved our home. But I understand if you prefer the quiet of your ship.”
“Hm. Let me get back to you on living arrangements after my meeting. And another thing,” I added in a rush, because I really needed to get going over to the military room. I pointed at the book on the table. “I’m gonna find out who this Prince Charming guy is, so if you want one, you’ll have one.”
Dewlyn put her palm over my heart and said, “I already do.”
Dewlyn
Rey served Vice and me breakfast inside her new suite up here on the ship. The suite had a bedroom, a small living room, a bathroom, and a kitchen a quarter of the size of her kitchen on Earth. I didn’t think she was all too happy about her small kitchen or yet again being moved into a new place, but Jamie wouldn’t relent, wouldn’t put her back on Earth until the house repairs were finished.
Jamie’s idea of repairs was tearing up both our homes and everything on their side of the street and ordering the construction of a stone fortress, the biggest, meanest building on the planet. He strode inside the kitchen, piled a plate with biscuits and gravy, and straddled the chair. Under his massive frame, it squeaked. Nobody spoke the entire time we stuffed our faces, but I felt Jamie’s growing anxiety, a complete opposite to Vice’s steady calm. Once done, Jamie pushed his plate away and pierced Vice with his silver gaze. “I’m taking a vacation,” he declared. Vice’s eyebrows jumped, so I figured this was something important. I leaned in, and Jamie continued. “I’m vacating Earth, settling my ass right here with my mate. When I’m ready, we’re going back down, but not sooner.”