“But…but…” I gasped as Winder licked around to my inner thigh. “He’srightthere.”
Winder popped his head up, smirking. “Blaire, I don’t think he cares, and our options are kind of limited. If you want me to stop, I’ll stop. Just say the word.”
His finger slipped along my skin, and my legs opened for him without much thought. An ache grew between my legs, and I didn’t know if I was surprised or not to realize how deep my craving for Winder went.
“Do you want me to stop?”
“No,” I whispered. “Please, Winder.”
He slid his hands over my skin, digging his fingers into my thighs. “Stop thinking.”
I was about to protest when he lowered his mouth onto my clit, sucking greedily. My desire for Winder apparently knew no bounds. His tongue split me in two, fucking me, licking me, making me cry out for him and the release his mouth promised. I gripped the countertop for dear life, as if that could save me from my impending orgasm, or Winder’s wicked tongue. I was desperate for more, for release, not even thinking about where we were, or who was beside us. I only cared about Winder.
Until he pulled back, teasing me with his fingers. He licked his lips, which nearly made me come right then and there. “You’re the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted, even covered in blood.”
“Winder,” I protested, even as my hips rocked into his fingers, trying to find their release.
“You’re twisted, baby, you know that?” He flicked his tongue out to torment my clit, and I moaned deeply, pleasure ricocheting throughout my core. “There’s a dead body next to you, and all you care about is how good I’m going to make you feel with my tongue.”
“Uhmmm…” Whatever protest I intended came out as a jumble of a sentence. Pleasure was beginning to flood my body, overtaking any kind of reasonable thinking. If he didn’t make me come soon, I was going to make him fuck me right here on the bathroom floor.
“You kinda like it, don’t you?” he murmured, his words casting a spell on me, his breath tickling me as he drove me closer to my orgasm. “It’s okay to admit. I like it, too. I like how powerful you look, covered in blood. It made me hard right then. Maybe that makes me twisted. Maybe that makes me the sanest man alive. All I know is that I’m going to worship your prettylittle pussy until you come all over my face, and you’re going to thank me and beg me for more.”
He didn’t give me a chance to protest, licking and sucking all over again. I dropped the counter top, grabbing his hair and forcing him against me. I was so close, and I was going to lose my goddamn mind if I didn’t come right thissecond.
My orgasm tore through me, powerful and quick. I saw stars, calling out for both a God I didn’t believe in and Winder interchangeably.
Winder licked me softly, making me tremble against him. “You come so good for me, baby. Tell me, has anyone ever made you come the way I do?”
I shook my head. “Maybe I am twisted, because I can’t remember the last time I was that turned on.”
“Violence does that to people. I think everyone forgets how interchangeable violence and desire are. They’re both rooted in desperation.”
I had never considered it like that before, but Winder’s words made perfect sense. Push a person too far, and they went one way or the other. Winder and I just happened to go both ways at the same time.
Slipping off the counter, I slumped into Winder’s arms, and he smiled up at me. “Better?” he asked.
I nodded. “Yeah. Unfortunately I don’t think I can keep you around me all the time to help me with my anxiety. I feel like the general public might frown upon orgasms as an anxiety fix.”
“Never say never.” Winder helped me to my feet. “But before we trademark anything, we have a small problem to deal with.”
Apparently orgasms were good for forgetting anxiety attacksanddead bodies.
Chapter
Twenty-Four
BLAIRE
Winder and I stood in front of Leon’s dead body. As much as I wanted to pretend like I was completely unbothered, I didn’t like looking at him for too long. “Right. Right.”
“You good?” Winder asked.
“As good as can be expected.” I tapped my finger on my arm. “But how do we get him from here to the river without anyone seeing?”
“We wrap him up in the shower curtain and take him out through the back door once the coast is clear. If anyone sees us, we can give them some stupid excuse, but I’m pretty sure they’re all too fucked up to care. I’ll stick him in the back of the car, and we’ll drive him to the river. Easy.”
I cocked my head to stare at him. “You have a car?”
