Opie’s eyes opened wider. “I think I saw an old loofa in there!”
“Ew . . . but okay, sounds fun.”
“Come on, Bitzy, it’s pool time!” He turned around, sauntering away.
Laughter burned up my nose, my hand clapping over my mouth. The bib only covered his front, leaving his entire backside open. And painted on his two tiny ass cheeks were Xs.
“The ‘O’ is hidden.” He winked over his shoulder at me before he and Bitzy disappeared.
I groaned, uncontrollable giggles spewing from me, my eyes watering.
“Remember, those menaces are yoursforevernow.” Warwick tipped up an eyebrow, rolling me onto my back, shifting his body over me. He clutched my thigh, fitting himself between my legs.
“I seem to like menaces.” My voice came out breathy, his cock pressing into me, making me dizzy. I couldn’t believe I could even go again. Chafed and sore, I still wanted more.
Continuously. Incessantly.
My hands dug into his hair by his temple, drawing his mouth to mine, kissing him so deeply, tingles erupted through me. He growled, hungrily claiming my mouth, wrapping himself around me, both physically and through our connection, which scared me.
We hadn’t talked much last night, skirting around the elephant in the room—the link that joined us. He made it clear it was not what he wanted. And I didn’t know if our feelings were real or only because we had this connection.
When he sank into me this time, he was slow and thorough, deep long strokes, taking me to more incredible highs. He watched me fall apart, spilling inside me right after.
Even after we came back down, he didn’t move, his gaze intense. “Why can’t I get enough?” He spoke low, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “I never want to stop being inside you,” he growled, and I could feel him start to grow hard inside me again, heaving my lungs. “What the fuck is this?”
My mouth opened to speak.
“It looks like you two worked your issues out.” A voice twisted both our heads to my doorway.
Appearing exhausted and dirty, Ash leaned against the doorjamb, motioning around my room. “Looks like you took your issues out on this room. And from what I heard... on each other... and the workout room...” Ash tipped his head. “Oh, and the church.”
“Get the fuck out.” Warwick barked at his friend, waving at him to leave.
“Come on, I didn’t drive twelve straight hours to wait for you two to fuck—from what everyone has told me, it’s like the hundredth time in the last day.” He patted the bag on his shoulder. “We got work to do.” He adjusted himself. “Damn... the insane sexual aura coming off you two now.”
“Ash,” Warwick snarled.
“Ten minutes, not twenty.” Ash pointed at us.
“Out!” Warwick chucked his boot at his friend. Ash dodged out of the way, laughing as he shut the door.
“We better go. I need to take a shower.” I was covered in sweat, blood, and Warwick. “And I’m starving.”
Warwick huffed, rolling off me. Getting up to his feet, he sauntered to the door. He flung it open, still naked, his firm ass flexing with every step. Peering over his shoulder, he eyed me hungrily. “I’m eating my breakfast in the shower.” He lifted a brow. “You coming?”
Scrambling to my feet, I raced after him.
Hell yeah, I was . . .
And would be.
More than twenty minutes later, coffee in one hand, a pastry in the other, Ash, Warwick, and I sat on a step in the corner of the church away from everyone’s view or possible foot traffic. Ash didn’t want anyone to know he had a fae book. They were coveted since there were so few now and could be dangerous in the wrong hands—to both the book and the person.
“So... looks like it wasn’t just this bastard you worked things out with.” The smirk on Ash’s face hadn’t left since the moment we strolled in, freshly showered and momentarily satiated.
A grunt rolled from Warwick, making Ash grin wider.
“The spirits aren’t attacking you.” Ash yanked the old giant book from his bag, placing the fabric on the floor before gently laying the book on the bag.
