“You’re safe,” my words are strong and sure.
The way her body sags against me is an act of pure relief. Her voice is muffled against my neck, “What about if the cops put it together? And they need to speak to me. Kendra was still killed on the phone with me, those records exist. That recording exists,” her voice is thready.
“Then you tell them the truth.”
Addyson jerks in my arms, but my hold on her ass is firm. I give her flesh a squeeze and she squirms her hips against me. Sexy as fuck.
“What do you mean?” Her question is incredulous, which I can understand. “I can’t tell the cops the truth.”
“You tell them about how you listened to the attack. That she never said her killer’s name, but you heard his last words to her, which they have a recording of. You tell them you followed your company’s procedures for such an incident. And that’s the only information you have. Because it is.”
She blinks up at me a few times, her mouth open and closing before she blurts, “But I know who did it.”
“Why would they ask you that?” Her eyebrows shoot up to her hairline and I push, “You’ll only answer the questions you are asked, and they will ask what you heard on the phone and what you did in response. If they ask about why you were at the police station and then left, tell them you had caught a news broadcast, realized just how close you were, and wanted to help since it deeply affected you. You ran away because the whole thing was freaking you out, you’re just a small-town girl and we’re talking murder.”
“I’m just a small-town girl?” Her lip curls up and fire fills her gaze.
I smirk down at my woman, no longer willing to entertain this conversation. The shower is calling my name and she’s coming in with me. “Like you can’t play the role you need to play to get this done, Tempest,” I snort the words as I stomp into the bathroom.
When I sit her down on the vanity, she releases me reluctantly. I step back, get the water going, and start stripping off my clothes. My mouth fucking waters when she slides off the vanity and starts to do the same.
I keep my eyes on her as I grab a condom and roll it down my length before picking her back up and stepping in under the water. Her pussy kisses the length of my shaft, and I can feel how wet she is already. I hiss at the contact, at the heat of her, as I take her mouth in a kiss that has her nails digging into my shoulders like she’s holding on for dear life.
“Need to get you really dirty before I take care of you and clean you up, Addyson,” I growl as I press her against the wall. “You ready for me?”
“Briggs,” she moans, her hard nipples pressing into my chest, “fuck me.”
“Fuck,” I grit out through my teeth, her words pushing me right to the edge before I’ve even gotten inside of her.
My length slides down her slit as I pull my hips back and the moment the crown of my cock kisses her entrance, I surge forward. Filling her with one thrust is a bliss so pure that my eyes roll back in my head and I have to slam a hand against the wall to hold myself up.
Falling sure as fuck isn’t an option, not when I’m holding my woman in my arms.
The need to take her, claim her and ensure that she’s here in my arms and safe, takes over. I fuck her hard and fast while the water falls around us and the sound of our skin meeting fills the bathroom.
It’s hot.
It’s messy.
It’s fucking perfect.
Addyson meets my movements, demanding more of me as she gives me everything. When I kiss her, I swallow down every moan and whimper, tasting her pleasure, gorging myself on it.
“That’s it,” I grunt against her lips when I feel her walls start to flutter around me. “Give it to me. It’s mine.”
Then she’s splintering so fucking beautifully for me. I watch in awe. Nothing else matters but the woman in my arms.
My thrusts stutter as my balls draw up and a tingle races up my spine before coating my body in pleasure. It sensitizes me, making me feel it all. The way her pussy is pulling me over the edge. The way she clings to me like trust is easily given. The way her breath skates along my skin, the life of her so precious.
“Addyson,” I roar out her name as I push balls deep inside of her sweet heat and fill the condom with my cum.
One day I’ll take her raw. One day I’ll put my baby in her womb. Not today, but soon.
After we come down, I set her on her feet, deal with the condom, and wash her from head to toe. I don’t miss a spot, and she sighs into me like she’s already realized that she’s staying.
Maybe she has.
CHAPTER 18
