She never needed to know I’d been incarcerated.
Shit just comes out of my mouth when I’m with her. I’m too distracted by her body, her eyes, her innocence, to think straight. Now I’ve gone and scared her.
I need to get a hold of her before she runs away.
“Come here.” Leaning forward, I catch her by the knees and shuffle her toward me, giving her no choice but to straddle my lap. Now she’s sitting in my lap, golden and gloriously naked, her hands pressed to my chest. Expression wary.
“Why were you in prison?” she whispers, looking at my tattoos in a new way.
My shank wounds.
“Are you sure you want to know?”
“Yes.”
I sigh, my fingers trailing up and down her spine. All on their own.
“I was a player in what law enforcement would call a crime syndicate. Up in Chicago. Fell into it with some of the kids who’d been through the juvenile system with me.” I try not to grimace over the turn of discomfort beneath my collarbone. “We started off low in the chain of command. That meant we had to prove ourselves by doing a lot of nasty shit. Collecting protection money. Tracking down men who owed my boss. Meting out punishment. Guarding our territory.” I look her in the eye. “That meant killing on occasion.”
Her tits huff up and down. “I wondered if you’d killed before. You were so…calm about what happened. With the ranch hand.”
My jaw snaps at the mention of him. “He deserved what he got. That wasn’t the first time he’d done something like that and it wouldn’t have been the last.”
Billie ducks her head and nods.
Scoots closer to me, the soft but firm juncture of her thighs rubbing on top of my arousal, settling so sweetly, making me bear down on my molars to keep from moaning. No matter what I say or do, she seems to gravitate closer.
What the hell am I going to do about this girl?
“What were you charged with?” she asks quietly, looking at my chin. “When you went to prison.”
I don’t allow myself to flinch. Or shy away from the ugly truth. If she wants it, here it is. “Extortion.” My voice is gruff. “We were collecting on a debt and the mark ended up being an undercover cop. My so-called family had been tipped off about the mark’s real identity, but they weren’t sure if they could trust their source. So, they let me walk in there and find out. Alone.” I take a long breath. “The people I trusted most in the world did that to me, Billie. That’s why I keep to myself. I’d rather remain solitary than let someone get close enough to burn me again. That’s why I don’t want your peach pies.”
“You ate most of it,” she whispers.
“Like I said, I don’t like to waste food,” I say, too quickly.
She hums skeptically, kissing my jaw. My chin.
Despite my best efforts, my hard inside is melting like butter in the sun.
“Was prison terrible?” she asks, tracing the swell of my right pectoral with her finger.
The tendons in my throat ache. “Yes. I stayed alive for two reasons. Because I didn’t name names during the trial. And because my first day in prison, someone tried to jump me, and I broke their neck. No one fucked with me after that.” Afraid I’m going to lose her after too much honesty, I wind her hair around my fist, guiding her forehead to mine. “Enough questions, little girl. You came here to ride my dick, now get started.”
Her halting breaths bathe my mouth. “I don’t know how.”
I ignore the thunderbolt of tenderness in my chest. Lifting her briefly with my hips, I use one hand to draw my pants down beneath my ass, before sitting back down. A shudder passes through Billie, now that my cock is out. Hard and ready between us, lying in wait against my abdomen.
“Beat me off while I make sure your cunt is wet enough.”
She makes a breathy sound, her eyelids fluttering.
Good lord, her thighs are already trembling over that one command. Biting her sexy bottom lip, she wraps her right hand around my dick and begins to stroke. Oh fuck, my jaw unhinges on a groan, her grip is so smooth. So feminine. So different than mine. So much better that urgency is rocking me.
“That’s a good stroke, sweetheart. Don’t stop,” I groan, palming her tight ass and giving it a nice little slap, before rubbing my middle finger in a downward path between her butt cheeks, my fingertip sliding over her asshole, giving it a firm jiggle, before moving on to her pussy.
Sure as shit, she’s dripping all over me.
