The kiss was bruising and rough, and he met my ferocity with a casual fierceness of his own. He submitted, but not without a fight. His lips melded against mine with primitive lust, fingernails digging at my shoulders. I gripped his hips tighter and shoved him into the bathroom.
He groaned and we shed our clothes like skin, baring ourselves to one another with renewed vigor. We didn’t relearn each other’s bodies, not when desperation took precedence. The desire to be inside Conall stayed at the forefront of my mind, governing every move, every thought, and every reaction.
I unbuckled his new green collar with my fingerprint, and a beeping sound echoed against the walls around us. I yanked off the leather and threw it off to the side. I would put the red one on him again when we were back in our bedroom.
“Is that where—” He stared at my upper chest, eyes narrowing.
“Yes, but it doesn’t matter. It wasn’t deep and it doesn’t hurt.” I’d forgotten all about my injury, to be honest. While it twinged when I moved a certain way, I’d learned to handle thepain. The stitches also weren’t new. This wasn’t the first time I’d survived an attempt on my life, and it wouldn’t be the last. The guy did a shitty job trying to hurt me and his hesitation ended his life instead.
Still, Conall leaned forward to press a gentle kiss over the clean bandage, eyes bleeding with anger. When he turned his gaze on me, my lips curled and I cradled his face, slamming my mouth against his again.
Showering was an event. It was hands mapping chests, mouths connected, and fingers squeezing. We become one person as we washed off the blood, and it took every ounce of determination not to fuck him there between the glass walls and under the hot spray of water. When we came together again after so long, it would be in our bed.
We dried off as I bit down on his bottom lip and yanked with my teeth, and he shuddered, the moan warping between a growl and a whimper. His nipples peaked, pointing toward me, and I leaned down to latch on to one, sucking with an intensity that had his back arching.
“Fuck, fuck. Boss. Sloan, fuck.” He gripped my hair, nails against my scalp. “Please.”
The towels fell in a heap around our feet and I picked him up. His legs wrapped around my waist, his hard cock pressing against my stomach as I carried him back into the bedroom. I laid a line of kisses over his collarbone and up his neck, teeth grazing my favorite spots that always had him loud and trembling.
I dropped him back on his feet near the bed, and he whined in disappointment.
“This is going to sound corny, so let’s blame how horny I am and we’ll never mention this out of the bedroom.” He grasped my face between his hands, thumbs stroking over mycheekbones. “Make love to me, Boss. Show me how much you need me. Fuck me, damn it.”
An involuntary growl vibrated in the base of my throat. I pressed my forehead against his. Hunger surged, the need blasting heat through me and straight to my cock.
“Language,” I sniped. Too gently and with a grin. I was getting soft with him. God, I’d missed this, though. We were in our bedroom, away from roaming eyes. He could say what he wanted, but this had always been our game.
“Let’s fucking fuck. Fuck me up the fuckhole with your fuckstick.” He grinned widely. Mischievous little brat.
“Clearly, my absence has reverted you back to your old ways and those bad behaviors.” I nipped his bottom lip, and he hissed, so I kissed him hard enough that we knocked teeth. He whimpered against my mouth, and I devoured his soul and everything that got in the way of me and him. I was a monster and he was my prey, though he’d never been innocent.
He threw his leg over my hip, and I seized it reflexively, which gave him the perfect opportunity to thrust forward, grinding his cock against mine. I grunted, equally displeased and delighted with his actions. A small sliver of sanity slipped through as I took in his flushed face without the haze of lust dominating my thoughts.
I broke the kiss, and he whined in disappointment, pouting up at me. “Rory?—”
He pounded a fist down on my chest, not hard enough to hurt but it certainly got my attention. “Don’t mention other men while we’re dry humping. I like Rory, I don’t want to have to tear out his perfect red hair.”
I blinked, then threw my head back and laughed. I’d missed this. All the turbulent emotions of jail seemed to flitter away while I was around him. The endless thoughts disappeared into the vastness of the universe because he was here and so was I.
We were fine. Sure, if the cops came up with something new, they could arrest me again, but right now we had each other.
I brushed a piece of stray hair from his forehead and caressed his temple and down his cheek, and he smiled. Warmth spread through me like a virus, and I accepted my fate—I’d never be rid of him or the symptoms he caused within me. I would happily be the host to this disgustingly enjoyable love sickness. It was nice, even if it put us both in danger. We’d been together eight years, and I was willing to accept eighty more.
“You’re cute when you’re jealous,” I growled. The sound that left me was more animal than human.
He cupped the back of my head and dragged me down for another kiss. His lips were soft against mine, but his tongue was here for war and he used it to win his battle. He tasted like sunshine and freedom, and I melted into the kiss.
Gathering the strength to pull away again was one of the hardest things I’d ever had to do, and I ran a criminal empire.
His whine drove a knife through my heart. “Fine, he can look at me. Later. It’ll be over an hour before he gets here, at least. Fuck me. Show me how much you missed me.” His gaze flicked over my shoulder and he frowned before his gaze landed back on me. “Unless you got laid in jail.”
I scoffed and slapped his thigh hard enough to hurt, eliciting a whimper from him. “That’s a ridiculous accusation, Pet. I’d rather cut off my cock than sleep with anyone but you.” Damn it, what a confession. I was baring every piece of my soul to him today. I blamed it on the emotions that came with being in that hellhole. I’d missed Conall and his teasing humor and the way he made me laugh. “I’m yours as much as you’re mine. Wasn’t it you who told me that?”
“Yeah.” His eyes danced, flashing like lightning. A chaotic thunderstorm I’d happily die in. “Prove it. Make love to me. Anhour’s enough time, isn’t it?” He dipped his chin, diving into the seductive act again. “I need you like I need air, Boss.”
How was I supposed to say no to that? He was my weakness and he exploited it, but I loved that about him, too. He challenged me in all the right ways.
I pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth.
