Anvil goes back to watching a show. “We’re upstairs. You use the room by the front door.”
I don’t answer as I walk out. Everyone’s in the house to make it tougher for the police or feds to accost us. In the basement while working on my arm, Anvil told me that they weren’t near the Palermo mansion, so whatever went down and whether one of the bodies belongs to Enzo remains to be seen. Still, plenty of people, especially the Coins cops, will think the murders and fire are C Crue’s work.
Being in the stronghold together is a position of strength for us, but I’m not sure if my crue and my girl will get along well enough for this to work. I’m heading to the media room when I bump into Laurelyn.
“Hey,” she says with a small smile.
Thank God she’s not looking at me like I’m on death’s door and she needs to baby me. I couldn’t take that right now.
My right arm swings around her, pressing against her upper back to bring her closer. I kiss her, long and deep. When her tongue strokes mine, my cock gets hard. My head ticks through positions I can fuck her in that won’t require my left arm to do much, ones that won’t put her on top either since I don’t want her there.
Taking her hand, I lead her to the bedroom by the front door. There’s a flower-decorated basket of toiletries and wound care shit on the bed.Zoe.I toss it into the corner.
“Get undressed.”
I sit on the edge of the bed and enjoy the show. She’s silent and there’s no flourish to her movements, but she doesn’t need it. I’ve been thinking about her body day and night. Just her lack of hesitation in doing what I tell her and the eye contact she makes as she strips are enough of an aphrodisiac to have my cock close to firing.
My gaze gets hung up on her big, round breasts. Can’t see how those are gonna swell more, but I look forward to it. My eyes finally drop to her stomach, which is still flat. Kind of unhappy about that, but also not, since it means a little more time to play aggressive games. She slides her underwear off, and unlike so many of the women I was with casually there’s no elaborate waxing. The landscape’s all natural, just the way it was when she was a pretty eighteen-year-old schoolgirl I fingered and tongue-fucked. My balls ache. This girl features in my fantasies and has for years. It’s good to be in the same bedroom with her again.
Standing, I shove a hand in my pocket and retrieve the ring. Holding it out, my eyes challenge hers to defy me about putting it on. Laurel’s breathing is deep as she takes it and slips it on her finger.
“Good girl.” I kiss her, my left hand on her hip and the right squeezing her breast. I’ve got nipple clamps in a box in my duffle that I’m looking forward to using on her later. “Get on the bed on your hands and knees.”
Her eyes look up at my face through her lashes, and I draw in a breath, feeling a sense of urgency that doesn’t bode well for spending a long time savoring our reunion.
Laurel crawls on the bed and waits, one upturned foot resting on the other.
“Put your forearms on the bed, and rest your forehead on them.”
Her breath comes out in a rush, and she hesitates.
“Do that now,” I press in a low voice.
When she obeys, I know she’s decided to behave without arguing or pushing back. Turns out getting shot is one of those clouds with a silver lining.
Bracing myself, I grab my shirt with both hands and pull it over my head. Left arm complains, but not so loudly that I can’t take it. The rest comes off easily. I want to put my mouth on her pussy until she’s begging to be fucked, but I’d need a more functional left arm to balance for that. Instead, I get on the bed behind her and separate her feet, so I can kneel between her smooth, toned legs.
She shivers. Putting my hand on the silky skin in the hollow of her back, I stroke it with my thumb.
“Arch your back and raise your ass.”
Shuddering, she does it. The position just doesn’t get any more submissive, and we both know it. Putting my hand between her legs, I dip fingers into her slit. Wet, the way she always is for me. My cock’s so fucking hard I could hammer dents out of a car with it. My fingers find her clit and tease.
Her fists grip the sheets and her hips circle impatiently. Good. I push my cock into her slippery clutch.
“Put a hand between your legs. You’re going to rub your clit while I fuck you. I wanna feel you come on my cock.”
Her exhalation of breath is harsh, and her body trembles as she reaches back.
Starting slow is required, so I don’t just come. Her soft walls hug my shaft as I slide in until I’m balls deep. I groan softly, all the thoughts in my head melting away until Laurelyn’s all that’s left.
“Nothing feels better than this. Not a fucking thing.”
I’m still at first, savoring the way she pulses around me. She circles her hips, pressing her gorgeous ass against my groin, encouraging me to use her body the way nature intended. My fingers tighten on her hip, and I thrust in and out.
The more she gasps and spasms around me, the better it feels. I get rough enough for her to feel me against her cervix and that does it for her. She comes, breathing hard and clenching my cock in a way that convinces me she’s my reward for surviving the night.
I stroke in and out like I’ve got all the time in the world. My balls are locked and loaded, ready to fire, but I hold back, not ready. Not yet. I stroke the silky skin of her back. Then the fingers of my right hand cup her ass and squeeze hard enough to make her jerk in surprise. I don’t need to say a word to remind her all the ways she belongs to me. Or of what happens if she’s a bad little girl.
