A keening sound gurgled deep in my throat, his lips grinning against mine.
He wasn’t through with me yet if his resulting grin against my lips was any indication.
Rune’s hand cupped my breast, barely a handful against his big palms.
He pinched the shit out of my puckered nipple, tugging and twisting.
I froze and then shuddered hard inside his hold. It was an all-consuming body shake that required my partner to grab ahold of me and hang on tight…as he continued to rub his body against mine with hard flexes of his hips. His cock entered with fierce determination, only to coax as it retreated. Sweet gifts each one and he didn’t stop, forcing the blood running in my veins hotter and hotter.
Before I shouted this time, his hand was already there, those eyes, half hidden by hooded eyelids, watching and waiting. The weight of his palm was an oddly welcome treat, allowing me to give in as I wished. I hollered like a fucking beast as he ground against my clit, knowing I was close.
“So beautiful,” he whispered and pressed his lips to each of my closed eyelids for gentle kisses.
I whimpered, my body strung tight. That simple act of the softness above and hardness below undid me. My mind scattered as euphoria shot through my system. Heavy and unforgiving in its force as it took me over the edge. My entire frame jerked inside his firm hold, and his forehead touched down on mine while I floated.
He was whispering to me, phrases that didn’t quite reach the mind. But I knew they were adoring compliments about my body while I floated in the heady rush of my orgasm. I managed to hold onto him as my frame turned limp in his hold, his pounding rhythm never stopping, only becoming chaotic and fiercer.
My blue eyes fluttered open as I came down from the pleasure he had given me, his forehead still touching mine. His golden eyes were glassing over, only an inch away from my eyes, and he whispered—breathless, “And you’re back. Just in time for mine.”
I blinked and moaned as he hit his own peak of ecstasy.
I’d never witnessed such hot beauty before.
The edges of his incredible eyes pinched in tormented pleasure. The tip of his nose touched mine as his lips parted on a guttural groan. The bunched muscles of his shoulders and biceps twitched as his hard body jerked again and again against mine, his hard cock pumping deep inside me.
It was a sight to behold. The god-man escaping to the heavens.
I placed a shaking and tired hand on his cheek. Almost silently, I whispered, “And now you’re the beautiful one.”
And damn if the man didn’t manage a crooked grin before he pressed against me fully, weak and satisfied, and recovering, his forehead sliding from mine to rest back against the wall. With my body trapped between him and the sheetrock, he questioned quietly, “What’s your last name, Megan?”
I turned my head and rested my cheek against his chest, smashed as I was. “Marshall.”
Rune was silent for a moment in the quiet surrounding us. “That’s how Finn knows you.”
My eyes closed, and I sighed. “You heard about the kidnapping then.”
“I did.” He didn’t ask any more about it. Instead, he inquired in a too relaxed tone, “Would you mind if we exchanged numbers?”
“I thought that wasn’t your style?” I countered cautiously. Our chests were still heaving against each other’s, the clammy sweat still marking our bodies. But I wasn’t an idiot. “Why do you want it?”
“My usual style is to never get serious.” He paused, his voice free of any inflection. “But that doesn’t mean I don’t have repeat lovers.”
“Is that the only reason?”
Rune shrugged, his flesh moving under my cheek, avoiding my inquiry. “Yes or no, Megan. Number exchange or not.”
He wasn’t going to beg. I could understand that. It wasn’t in his nature.
Same as mine.
With an eventual nod, I stated, “I think I’d like that. As long as it’s not serious.”
My life couldn’t afford serious. My crazy father would always be lurking out there.
The strength returned to our bodies in another minute, and we extracted ourselves from one another. In between dressing, we pressed our silver bracelets (mine was new) to the other and gave the command to swap numbers. I left the storage closet first and went back to my station behind the bar, ignoring the other bartender who appeared relieved to see me return—as she literally ran away from Mr. Baker and Mr. Cooper, who were true to their word keeping her busy with non-stop chatter about our liquor distribution license. Rune went to the bathroom to clean up, and dispose of the condom, while I finally served Mr. Cooper his drink—whiskey straight up.
Mr. Baker watched me shove the purple apron back over my head. Absently, he pointed at my hair. “It’s a little messed up.”
