“You feel even better,” I whispered, holding my breath while I adjusted to his size. I arched my back and braced my arms on the back of the sofa, pushing back until I met him stroke for stroke. “Sledge, yes!” My whole body was on fire, ecstasy filled me up until I was ready to burst with it. I felt wild with need, my craving so intense I couldn’t control my body. “Sledge!” I cried out again.
He smacked my ass again, growling when I pulsed around him. “Another thing you like,” he grunted and did it again and again. “Fuck, your pussy was made just for me. Feel how she grips me, like she can’t get enough?”
“She can’t,” I replied. “More.”
Sledge’s control snapped and he gripped my hips so hard I knew I’d have bruises tomorrow, but I didn’t care, not when he pounded into me so deep, hitting that spot that pushed me closer and closer to total bliss. “Eliana, I want you to come for me, babe. Right. Fucking. Now.” He punctuated the last word with another ass slap that pushed me off the cliff.
“Sledge, yes!” I was free falling. Limbs flailing, heart pounding, body shaking violently, I leaned into the fall, letting euphoria overtake me. “Oh, god. Yes!” The orgasm was explosive, going on and on as he continued his hard, punishing strokes.
“Eli!” That was all he said. My name over and over as his cock exploded inside of me, long, hot spurts filling me up until his body went completely still. “Oh, fuck,” he growled, body still trembling from the force of his pleasure.
Suddenly his lips were on the back of my neck and my body shivered, pulsing around him as if this wasn’t over but just beginning. “That kinda came out of nowhere.”
He chuckled, kissing his way down my spine until his cock slipped free of my body. “Did it? You mean you haven’t been thinking about it since last time?”
“Yeah, but it wasn’t anything like this.” This was so much hotter than I could’ve imagined. The word still felt as if it was spinning but eventually, I caught my breath. My pulse throbbed in every inch of my body, and my heart? Well, that particular organ was doing something I didn’t want to examine too closely.
Because whatever this was between us?
It was more than attraction.
More than a professional relationship.
More than orgasms so intense they blanked out cohesive thoughts.
It was the kind of connection that made a girl lose sight of her plans, of her future. It was the kind of connection that posed structural risk to my carefully erected boundaries. I wasn’t sure if any of this meant anything other than a few good fucks to Sledge and I was too scared to ask, so I settled into the silence between us.
It wasn’t awkward just… heavy. “I think I know who the smoke man is,” he said abruptly, breaking the calm.
The words hit hard, like reality often did and my stomach dropped, turning over with anxiety. “You do?” My voice came out barely above a whisper, as if any louder and the boogeyman would reveal himself.
Sledge nodded once, his jaw clenched tight. “That’s what I was doing last night. Slate, our IT guy, was checking into Trish. The man is called Dave Crow. He lived with Trish for most of Zoya’s life.Andthey just got married.”
“That’s what the call was about?” I asked.
He nodded.
My hand flew to my mouth. “They want her back.”
He gave another tight nod. “That’s my guess. But that ain’t happening. Period.”
Fear and fury coiled together inside me.
Fear for Zoya and fury for what she’d lived through. What she’d seen.
And beneath that? A red hot, murderous rage at whoever had taken her voice away.
“What are you going to do?” I asked, though every part of me already knew the answer.
His gaze hardened. “I’m going to handle it.”
I didn’t ask whathandle itmeant because I wasn’t sure that I actually wanted the details. Would they beat him to a pulp or just kill him? I had no clue and what scared me most was that I didn’t care. I wanted that man to hurt because he’d hurt Zoya and stole her voice.
***
By the time we made it back to the clubhouse, my mind was full, and my stomach was in knots. Whatever was happening, it was serious and I couldn’t wrap my head around it.
Not yet.
