“It’s okay. I get birth control shots and I promise I’m clean,” I said, climbing back up on the bed but not getting but myself on his hips just in case he wasn’t okay with what I suggested.
“I just gave my brother an entire box of condoms as a joke. Fuck me. I should’ve known to save some out for myself, but I promise I’m good, too.”
“So we’re okay?” I asked, hovering over his knees in the awkward moment.
“Beautiful, if you don’t get on my dick in the next twelve seconds, I’m going to combust.”
I laughed at such a Cyrus thing to say and then slowly, on my knees, worked my way up his body. I hovered over his thick cock, and Cyrus used his good hand to position himself so that his tip was right at my entrance. With one hand on his good shoulder and the other propped up against the wall, our gazes met as I lowered myself slowly, inch by inch, on top of him.
My nipples tingled, wanting his mouth back on them, and my knees grew weak as Cyrus slowly filled me, stretching every piece of my core.
“Shit, beautiful,” he said between gritted teeth. “You’re so tight and wet I can’t wait until my arm is healed and I can taste you.”
My cheeks turned pink as I lowered myself the last inch until Cyrus and I were fully connected. He grabbed for me, bringing me in close, and his mouth attached over a nipple before he licked it once and then said, “Ride me, Imogen.” His voice rasped like I’d never heard before.
I started slowly, not wanting to hurt him, but as Cyrus slipped in and out of me, filling me and leaving me empty, my movements became harder.
Cyrus unlatched himself from my breast and leaned his head back against the wall as he stared up at me and watched my breasts bounce up and down inches from him. His good hand squeezed my ass, interrupting my movements and causing my body to flinch at the right time.
My shoulders dropped, and I moaned as my fingers dug into his shoulder and I lost purchase on the wall.
“I’m so close, Cyrus,” I said, allowing it to become more of a yell.
He squeezed my ass harder, rolling me up against him so my clit hit again and again. “I know, beautiful. I can feel it. Take what you need for me. I want to have your pussy squeezing my cock so hard when I come inside you.”
At his dirty words, I opened my mouth and silently screamed as the orgasm rushed out of me and I lost control of my body. Cyrus took up the movements, thrusting his hips higher and prolonging my orgasm.
“Imogen,” he said on his last thrust before he slowed as thick jets of cum filled me.
I wanted to fall over to the side, but I didn’t have the strength to do that, so I rested my body against his good side and let him wrap his arms around me.
Cyrus breathed heavily beside me and kissed the space underneath my ear. “That was magnificent, beautiful. Give me five minutes and we can go again.”
I laughed with him still hard inside of me. “I need like thirty.” Maybe an entire night of sleep.
CHAPTER 20
CYRUS
The bed-and-breakfast had been updated throughout the years, and Pierce wanted to modernize the infrastructure, but the hallways were still hot. Air conditioning from the tiny portable devices in each room didn’t cool the suffocating spaces in between them.
The longer I stood listening to Drake’s nonsense, the more irritated I grew. “I don’t want to go to the bakery.”
Did I sound like an annoying spoiled brat who wasn’t getting his way? Yes, but fuck them. I had more money than everyone else, and no one told me what to do. Nothing good ever happened at the bakery, so they couldn’t make me go. I refused.
Drake met my gaze and crossed his arms, matching my stance. “I’m just passing on the message. Spencer heard them talking on the main bakery camera about a midnight break-in if the two of you didn’t come out soon.”
Katy.
It was always Katy.
Imogen and I barely had two and a half days alone in a hotel room. I needed to suck up as much time with her as I could before Ridge caught Bernard and our lives returned to normal. It was weird considering the kidnapping and an attempt on my life a good thing, but I met Imogen, and it gave us lots of alone time. The longer it continued, the more upset about its ending I became. I wasn’t ready to share her with the world.
“Why do they openly talk about their horrible plans if they know you’re listening?”
Drake shrugged. “Probably an attempt to flush you out just like this, but you can’t take chances. Not in this town.”
I’d heard multiple stories of the women from the bakery, and it often left me questioning if they were evil geniuses or complete morons. The jury was still out.
