“I am if you aren’t near me.” The hunger I feel for him will never be sated.
That makes him laugh, and there’s such freedom in that light, snort-filled sound, but it abruptly stops, a slight crease forming between his brows.
“This smile. I want to see it more,” he muses as he intently watches my mouth.
I didn’t even realize I was smiling. I don’t do that much. But if he likes it.
“Would you tell me more about your job? And the reason why the brotherhood accepts it even though it goes against the code? They aren’t going to turn you into a donor one day, right?
I snort. “Like I’ll ever let them catch me.” I nuzzle his hair and take a big breath. “I’ll show you why they are fine with it when we go to Boston.”
“Okay.” He huffs. Then he grabs the pendant again between his fingers, as I pull him closer to my body.
“You should feel forceful, but you’re actually thoughtful…the way you act with me,” he tells me.
“Forceful sounds more like me,” I tease. “Are you sure you trust me? Do you need more convincing?” My dick is up for it, getting bigger and thicker inside him.
He moans, clenching around me. “I do trust you, Ezra. But I trust myself more. I trust myself to know that I’m your one and only.”
Drives. Me. Fucking. Crazy.
Sully
I’m wearing the padded leather jacket Ezra got for me to use on the back of his motorcycle. We are at Meg’s gates as Dixon Dallas’s song “Something to Feel” comes to an end. I slide off my helmet as Ezra does the same with an annoyed grunt.
“Was your purpose to get me fucking hard, Little Chick?”
That song is downright filthy and sexy, and it always makes me all tingly, but I didn’t know it would have the same effect on Ezra. Interesting. I giggle like a schoolgirl.
“Let’s see if you’ll keep giggling when I plow your ass against the training facility bathroom sink,” he growls, letting Serena do all the security scans at the gates.
I should abhor the idea, the guys could hear us, but sneaking around to have furtive sex with Ezra is thrilling as fuck.
“There are bedrooms on the second and third floors.” I tighten my arms around him and lower my hand over his jeans-clad hard dick. Another giggle leaves my lips.
“Fuck, Sully.” His sexy groan is music to my ears.
Being able to stir his desire this effortlessly makes my hidden kinky side thrive near him.
I stroke his dick through the fabric, but soon have to let it go. It’s my turn to go under the security checks. The tall metal gates open, Ezra takes my helmet and hooks it on his forearm. I wave at the bear statues as he slowly drives the bike inside. The trees on both sides of the long driveway are starting to bloom.
Ezra stops after a few feet. He lets the helmets go, twists his torso toward me, grabs my nape, and claims my mouth with a growl. It feels so good when his warm lips touch mine, possessively asserting his ownership over me. He’s ordering me to submit with every nip, lick, and bite. I quickly do, because I like to do it. It’s entirely my choice.
“Mylove…sickpsycho,” I blurt out, giving the wordlovesicka completely different meaning—a more literal one. I get slightly anxious. Did he get it?
His brows go up in surprise, but then a smirk appears on his mouth. His fingers tighten around the base of my skull. “My kinky little chick,” he teases me back.
I’m…happy. Really happy, feeling so light, I think I could fly into the air if I tried. Noodle doesn’t look that way, sliding half of his long, furry body out of my jacket collar with a hiss. We must have disturbed his sleep. He jumps on Ezra’s shoulder and wraps around his neck. He doesn’t mind, I found out that he can actuallystandour pet.
Ezra lets me go after another too-quick kiss, and then he drives the motorbike as far as the garden.
Everybody is already here. There’s a bonfire. Spring is here, the air feels warmer today. Lori is dancing like an Indian shaman around the flames with Ollie—more forcing him. Ren—with George, his snake, wrapped around his arm—and Hunter are grilling some meat and vegetables while talking with Sari, Dare, and Ash. Rague is sitting next to them, and he can’t seem to take his eyes off the flames—such a pyro groupie. I see Rami teasing Gabe under the gazebo and Michael laughing in Raph’s arms on the other side.
This family gathering makes me think about Brad. I miss him. I didn’t tell him what went down with Nine. There was no point in getting him worried. He’ll move back to Chicago next week and to the college campus on the weekend. I’ll be extra busy between classes and the summer fellowship program. It’s going to be tough, but I’ll find some time for my best friend, I need to get him to talk.
I catch my brother’s eyes.Save me, before I kill Lori, they are communicating to me.
But you are so great at this, I reply with my gaze, snorting at him.
