A fucking animal. A beast. He pumped, driving, driving, letting go in a way he didn’t remember doing ever. Smacking sounds, wet and obscene as her body accepted every one of his thrusts. Their slick sweat and excitement making it an exercise in precision when, with the strength of his hips, he lost her a time or two, slid off, fell to the side. No more of that shit, his mind decided. Clay leaned forward and grabbed her, one hand snaking beneath to clasp that same perfect left breast, and the other winding through her too-goddamned-short hair to finally settle at the nape of her neck, where it met her shoulder. His fingers sank into the muscle there, urging her to stay.
“Don’t move, baby.” The words escaped his fucked-up brain, and rather than offend her, they seemed to turn her on. She disobeyed, ramming her ass harder into him. “You don’t ever listen, do you, George? Too nice. Always trusting. Never fucking—”
Her lost, little moan cut him off, and all he could do was hold on as she tightened around him. He held on for a minute as she came with a long, low ooh. His body wanted to go with her, but he couldn’t yet. He needed what little control he still held on to. To show her, maybe, that he could do it. Or maybe to prove it to himself.
Breaths tight, he waited until she was done before leaning over her and whispering into her ear, “You okay?”
With a slow nod, she lowered her upper body from her hands to her elbows, her shoulders sagging into the mattress, her ass lifting higher, pulling him in deeper.
“You sure? D’I hurt you?”
“You didn’t hurt me, Clay,” she said, and he shivered at the sound of his name on that raspy, sex-colored voice. “It was…so…good.” Was she smiling? It sounded like she was smiling.
“I’m not done,” he whispered, manic, urgent.
She chuckled at the panicky sound of his voice and shifted lazily back in invitation. “Do whatever you want. I’m…I’m spent.”
“Are you sure? I—”
“Shut up and take me,” she said, and he hesitated only briefly before deciding she meant it.
After that, it was easy to let himself go in her body. No memories, no flashbacks, no phantoms from his past. It took only a couple dozen thrusts before his balls tightened and his world narrowed to her body clasping his cock, and his hands pressing into her hips, his tight shout as he let go, deeply, inexorably, coming harder than he ever had in his life.
* * *
Face pressed into the bed, George couldn’t even care that she was mouth-breathing, drooling a big, dark stain onto the sheets.
Behind her, Clay’s hands spasmed a couple of times against her hips, and all George could think was how alive she felt. Her body was vital, awake like she couldn’t remember since those rebellious high school years, and even then, she’d been in an adolescent daze, not…aware like this. In her skin.
This is me. The realization hit with a frightening jolt of clarity that stung her sinuses and blurred her vision. It had never been like this with Tom. Tom, ostensibly the love of her life, had never touched her this deeply, never roused this elemental beast inside of her. It made her sad. For him. He’d never gotten to have this.
Behind her, Clay pulled out, and she reached back to hold him inside her, his hips tight to hers.
“Don’t go yet.”
“Gotta get rid of the condom.”
“Okay, just…” What? What did she want from him? She finally settled for “Kiss me.”
The kiss was long and slow and deep. After a long time, Clay pulled away. “I want…” She waited for him to finish, and when he couldn’t seem to manage more, she nodded.
“I know, baby. I know.”
He sighed against her, relaxing into her body for a bit before finally pulling out and padding off to the bathroom.
She flopped down, encountering the sharply broken edges of the zip tie, and a shiver ran through her, a sense memory of that precise moment, when he’d busted out of his bindings, his muscles huge, his neck thick and veined with strain, his strength superhuman.
But his face… She didn’t think she’d seen anyone look so lost. The contrast between all that physical strength, so certain and solid, and that face, so unsure, but hopeful and innocent…
She’d never seen anything like it, and the image brought a new contraction to her belly, hard and unexpected, but nowhere near as powerful as the ache she felt in her chest. Good Lord, would she ever get rid of this ache in her chest?
* * *
Jam asked, “Where we headed, Boss?” and Ape got a shiver down his back at the sound of that word. Boss. Yeah, that felt right.
He stood up from the diner table with a belch and patted his belly.
“Virginia Beach.” And this had better be it, he thought, or heads are gonna roll.
