I slide one hand up her back, tangling my fingers in her hair and pulling enough to tilt her head back. My lips brush against her ear. “You’re close. Let go. I come when you come.”
She whimpers, taking every thrust and begging for more until she stills. Her pussy chokes my cock, urging me to follow suit. The orgasm rips out of my spine. I slam into her one last time, my thighs cramping with the effort it takes to hold still and let herfeel. The sound that vibrates my chest makes Bianca sigh, her eyes jumping between mine, then to my lips, neck, and back.
For a moment, there’s nothing but her trembling in my arms.
Until...
“Jesus!” Koby yells from the living room. “You two fuck and I’m the one who needs a smoke. Come out now. You’ve got drinks waiting.”
Bianca buries her face in my neck. “He’s drunk, isn’t he?”
“Yeah, but save for the slurring, he’s no different when he’s sober. No filter.”
37
Ryder
Koby sprawls on my couch, holding a whiskey, another waiting for me on the coffee table beside a glass of white wine for Bianca.
I grab my drink, taking a sip while he gathers his thoughts. The scowl tainting his features is a rare sight. He’s usually the picture of calm, all sharp smirks and easygoing attitude.
“You look like shit,” I say, hoping for a snappy reply that’ll iron out the deep eleven between his brows.
He shoots me a glare. “Real helpful.”
Bianca perches in the armchair, watching Koby with a mix of curiosity and concern.
“What’s got you so worked up?” she asks softly.
He looks her over, a shadow of a smile on his lips. “Look at that. No longer snappy, huh? I see my boy got you off properly.”
Bianca chokes on her drink, her face turning a brilliant shade of pink, and I slam my glass down, fighting a childish urge to throw a cushion at his stupid face.
“Koby, I swear—”
“What? Am I wrong?”
Bianca rolls her eyes, amusement twinkling in the corners. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”
“So? What’s with the intrusion?” I ask, then point at the glass he’s refilling. “And your exceptionally high intake?”
It takes another three large gulps of whiskey before he exhales and leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “I need you to dig up everything you can on Leilani.”
“Does Carter know about this?”
His jaw tightens, his free hand raking through his hair. “Not yet. I want information. Can’t imagine why that’s any of his concern. He’s got bigger shit to deal with.”
“Alright, thenwhy?”
“Because Jax is full of shit. I don’t buy what he said. She’s not jumpy because of Carter; she’s scared of Jax. And I don’t get why she’s with him if that’s the case.”
“Maybe she doesn’t have anywhere else to go?” Bianca offers. “Maybe she’s uncomfortable with his line of work? I know I was at first.”
Koby shakes his head. “No. I’ve seen enough women in bad situations to know what it looks like. This screams bad, Bianca. She’s not stuck. She’strapped. I need to know why.”
So I can fix ithangs in the air, unspoken.
“She didn’t seem to mind all that much when he stuck his tongue down her throat,” I point out, earning a glare sharp enough to decapitate heads.
