“Yeah, baby?” He moved to my other nipple and I dropped my head back.
“Sierra—”
“Is fine,” he said, interrupting me again.
I grabbed his face and made him focus on something other than my breasts. “She needs to feel safe.”
“Has she told you she doesn’t?”
“Well, no, but—”
“She’s in good hands, Frazzle. You can check in with her tomorrow, and if she says she doesn’t feel safe, then I’ll step in.”
“Was that so hard?” I ground out.
“I’m gonna show you hard, baby,” he said, flipping me onto my back and sliding into me.
“Ahhh,” I cried out, and then he moved, burying himself deep as I wrapped my arms and legs around him, taking him fully.
“Jesus, I love your cunt.”
“It loves you,” I retorted, and he slammed into me harder and harder until I climaxed so hard my limbs contracted around him like a vice grip.
His orgasm came almost as quickly as mine, and he kissed me gently as we both came down from our high.
He stroked my cheek, kissing me once more. “Love you, beautiful.”
I smiled. “Love you, too.”
“You gonna shower with me?”
I nodded. “Yes, if you’ll wash my hair.”
He grinned. “I’m here at the pleasure of my queen.”
“Damn straight.”
Orion chuckled and after he secured plastic bags over my hands, he helped me into the shower. I had no idea that having my hair washed could be sensual, but Orion somehow managed to make it sexy as hell and gave me another orgasm in the shower before taking me back to bed.
I fell asleep against his naked body, fully sated.
Orion
THE NEXT MORNING, I dropped Raquel off at school, but not before she checked in with Sierra and made sure she was happy. Sierra assured her all was good, so Raquel let me escort her to class.
I had a feeling Sierra was more than good, but I chose to keep that to myself. Wrath had a certain reputation, and if Raquel suspected Sierra was wrapped up in any of that, my woman would probably lose her shit.
I rode out of the campus parking lot and headed south, away from the cabin and Monument. I needed to deal with something I’d been putting off and since Raquel was protected, as was Sierra, it was time I took care of some loose ends.
Pulling into the garage behind Durchester Park, I made sure my bike was out of sight and unlocked the back door of the building, stepping into the dark interior and giving my eyes a minute to adjust.
“Ori,” Wrath called, and I followed the sound of his voice.
“You got ’im?” I asked.
“Yeah,” he said. “Grimace is ready to back you up.”
Grimace was big, close to six-foot-seven, and probably weighed three-hundred pounds. But it was all muscle. Mostly steroid-induced, which seemed to have shrunk his brain while it was beefing up his body. Although, the jury was out on whether or not Grimace was ever smart. If you looked in the dictionary under ‘oaf,’ his picture would be next to it, and although, he wasn’t the sharpest tool in the shed, he was loyal, and I considered him a friend as well as a brother.
