“It was… nice to meet your friends.”
“Is that code for extremely intimidating?”
“Definitely that… but I guess I don’t understand why you introduced me. My father did nothing like that with Brianna.”
I shake my head, taking her hand in mine and interlinking our fingers. I can’t get enough of her touch. “You had to meet them. If anything ever happens to me”—my words falter at the thought, lips clamping together at the idea of returning to jail—“they’re the men who’ll take care of you.”
“Do you expect something to happen to you?”
There’s fear in her eyes and I understand. Ever since the moment of my arrest, fear has been an intrusive companion in my life as well. “You saw the detective today.”
“I saw a man goading you because he doesn’t have anything solid to back up a legitimate inquiry.”
“Maybe.” I close my eyes, scared of what she might see in my eyes. “But that he’s still hanging around is the biggest danger of all.” I give a short laugh, devoid of any humour. “It’s so easy to forget that our world exists inside another, and that one has vastly different rules on what constitutes misbehaviour.”
“Did you break any ofourrules?”
I shake my head. “Not a chance. If I had, there would’ve been no one to introduce you to, tonight.” I run my knuckles along her jawline. “Anything you need, you ask them, and they’ll make sure you get it.”
Crimson twists her mouth to the side, frowning. The expression she uses when she’s uncertain.
“While we’re talking about this, if I do get sent to prison, know that you’re free to pursue another relationship. All bets are off.” The offer sounds like something I’m supposed to say but the rage that chokes me as I think of it makes it hard to force the words out.
She aims a look crammed full of disbelief at me. “Sure. That doesn’t sound at all like a trap.” I chuckle at her dry tone, and she half sits up, then straddles me. “I’m not certain why you think it’s funny.”
“It’s not a trap. If I get sent down for twenty years, I don’t want you to sit here, wasting your youth waiting for me to come home.”
“Right. You want me to shack up with a series of other men, so you have someone new to murder when you finally get parole.”
“I’m not—” I break off when she raises her eyebrows. On consideration she might have a point. Just the idea makes my inner temperature rise about a thousand degrees, the actuality might cause me to combust. “Okay, I might want to but I’m saying right now, that’s not my expectation.”
“Twenty years isn’t so long.”
“Says someone who hasn’t even made it that far, yet.”
“We’ll just have to make inventive use of the visiting rooms.”
“They’ll have guards watching.”
“Kinky.” She sits back on her heels, positioning her pussy dangerously close to my upper thighs. “I suppose exhibitionism will have to go on the list.”
“The list?”
“If your memory is going to continue to fail, I’m going to start a list of everything we want to do together. Then, the next time you pull one of these‘we don’t have to have orgasms together if we don’t want’speeches, I’ll have something more tantalising to offer.” She purses her lips and runs her hands down my chest. “And if you’re going to be locked away soon, I should take advantage now.”
She bends to kiss the same route her fingers have just taken. She grabs the base of me in her hand and my hips jerk towards her, a sign of encouragement that Crimson takes advantage of.
Her tongue licks me from base to tip, the touch feather light as she laps at the drops of precum before taking my head into her mouth. It feels so good my buttocks clench and I have to fist my hands in the covers to stop from grabbing her head and ruthlessly fucking her mouth.
I groan, the sounds vibrating across my chest as she opens to welcome me deeper.
A decent man wouldn’t let his teenage bride suck him off. Not after the things I’ve done to her already today. “No.” I finally let my hand plunge into that gorgeous hair, but it’s to tug her away. “You don’t have to.”
She slides her mouth off me and sits back, staring at me with uncertainty in her eyes. “Why don’t you want me to?”
“It’s not…” I can’t think of a good reason. Not when it’s all I can do not to grab hold and help myself. “It’s too early. You shouldn’t be doing—”
“I’m allowed to satisfy my husband.”
