“And two big bananas.”
I smiled, and Cruz used his knees to nudge my thighs open. My pulse quickened, and a thread of apprehension slithered along my spine because it wasn’t just the two of us anymore. “Do you ever feel guilty?”
He stilled. “Every fucking day. He’s there because of me.”
I traced the arch of his brow. Ryatt didn’t blame Cruz. He caught charges because he’d associated with users and bangers. Without Cruz, he would’ve died in that vile bathroom. “I meant about us.”
“No, Micki, not about this. And you never have to feel guilty for thinking of him when you’re with me. I think about him, too.”
This was us without Ryatt. Stripped bare and aching for him. Cruz’s tongue touched the seam of my lips, then slipped past my teeth. He didn’t just kiss me. He consumed me. I breathed in the warm scent of his skin, tasted the cigarettes and sin on his tongue, and I desperately needed the hard length of his cock inside me. I clung to his shoulders and arched my back.
“Please,” I whimpered. “I need you.” I needed him to heal the hurt in my heart.
“How do you want it? Slow and filthy or a hard, fast fuck?”
“Fuck me so hard it hurts.”
Cruz leaned over and plucked a condom from the nightstand. We’d both been cleared at the clinic, butwe’d made a promise to Ryatt. Until we were all together, Cruz would wear rubbers.
Heat bloomed low in my groin and rushed to my core. My hips canted instinctively wanting his weight against me. My inner muscles flexed, anticipating the stretch of his cock filling me.
Cruz rolled the condom over his dick, then settled between my thighs. His cock was thick and hard, and when he thrust deep inside of me, sparks of pleasure erupted over my skin.
Within my core, my inner muscles quivered and tightened, gloving to his shaft as he reared back, and then pounded deep again, grinding hard against my clit. I cupped his ass and raised my thighs high on his flanks.
Every thrust of his cock forced the fear from my thoughts. Nothing could be wrong when Cruz was inside me. He fucked me harder, slamming his cock into me again and again.
And then he rolled his hips and nailed me to the bed. The springs squeaked and the frame knocked against the wall. I clawed at his shoulders, hanging on as he fucked me up the bed.
“I need you, Cruz. I need this.”
“You got me, Micki.” His lips slid along my neck, sucking my flesh, marking me as his. My inner walls squeezed his cock as pressure built. Every nerve in my body electrified, sizzling and snapping as he fucked me.
Cream soaked my channel. Sweat slicked my skin. And he penetrated my body again. And again. Riding me harder. Faster. He stole my breath as he set a rhythm that shattered me into a million sparkling pieces. Every muscle in my body seized. I trembled and quaked.
I whispered his name over and over again as I clung to him, absorbing the impact of his thrusts as heunleashed on me. A feral growl exploded out of him, and he tightened his hold on me. I could feel every violent pulse inside me as he came hard, cursing my name in a way that seeped into the darkest parts of my soul.
After the last fluttering pulse, he collapsed next to me. Too tired to leave the bed, he slipped the condom off and dropped it on the floor. With the scent of sex saturating the air, he curved around me and buried his face in my neck.
“I need you, too,” he whispered.
Once Cruz’s soft snores filled the room, I slipped out of bed, disposed of the condom, and pulled on jeans and a hoodie. With my phone in my hand, I migrated into the chapel for coffee.
The MC was quiet. Blue and Steele sat at a table near the open doors. Crisp morning air drifted into the room. Sunlight slashed across the old wooden floor.
“Morning,” Steele said to me and then tipped his cup to finish his coffee. “I’m late. Gotta meet with Lili’s teacher. Not a good look to be tardy.” He chuckled as he walked behind the bar and rinsed his cup. “Catch you later,” he said to Blue and slipped mirrored sunglasses over his eyes.
Once I grabbed a cup of coffee, I sat next to Blue. He shifted on his chair and glanced over his shoulder to the back bedrooms. Since the night he’d confessed to killing Sam, things had been different between us.
“I haven’t seen Kiss,” I said.
“She’s at a meeting. She hates going because she says it’s not the same without Ryatt. But she knows she needs to stay connected to the program.”
That only explained this morning. She’d changed. Or maybe it was me. We didn’t play pool or hang out.She avoided me, and I didn’t want to push her. Something changed when you knew someone’s secrets. I missed the connection we had. “I miss her, Blue.”
“She has a way of making everything her fault. She sees you hurting, and she feels responsible.”
We sipped our coffee in silence. Traffic rumbled from the street.
