So I give her what she wants.
I squeeze her ass cheeks, loving the way I can feel that tiny skirt up around her waist. And I make sure to hold her as close to my body as possible while my cock hits her cervix on the next thrust.
I know I’m giving her exactly what she asked for when her gasp turns to a pleasure filled moan, and she bites my neck again to keep from screaming.
Reva’s orgasm tears through her body, and she locks her legs around me and presses our bodies so closely together that I swear to Christ I can feel her clit throbbing against my pelvic bone.
“Fuck, little wolf. If you keep squeezing me like that I’m not going to last.”
She doesn’t hear my words. I know she doesn’t, because the tremors from her orgasm are still wreaking havoc on her body, and a very male part of my brain loves the fact that she’s still coming.
When her teeth leave my neck, the absence of her mouth is what sets me off. I don’t know why, or how, but I know my balls tighten until it’s painful, and then I’m shooting into Reva’s heat until I’m panting, out of breath, and ready to collapse.
Instead, I lower her down so that she can stand on unsteady feet, and press a small kiss to the top of her head. I pull her skirt down to cover her bare pussy, some perverted part of me I don’t want to stare at too hard loving the way my cum is starting to leak out of her.
“You’re not getting those back,” I tell her when she starts searching for her panties. “When we get home I’m going to fuck you again, and then I’m gonna do it again. Until the only thing you know is how good I make you feel.”
Reva narrows her eyes at me. “Maybe.”
I smack her ass. “Might come up with a use for that smart mouth, too.”
Once Reva is safely in the passenger seat, I put my dick away. Then, when I’m crossing behind the car and she can’t see me, I lick my hand like the pervert I am.
She tastes so fucking good when she’s been on my dick.
Just go straight for the hard questions, why dontcha.
I think…I’d just want a family, Ash. There’s just…space now.
Like they may as well never have existed.
Like they’ve been erased clean.
It just feels so wrong. I want something to fill the empty spaces. Something that’s mine. Somebody who’s mine.
Your turn. Tell me something true.
Not something careful.
—Reva
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
REVA
Nash’s fingersmove slowly up and down my spine, the drag of his callused fingertips a steady, absent rhythm that should feel soothing.
It doesn’t. Not really. It feels like waiting. Like the quiet before something shifts.
The room is dim, curtains pulled tight against the morning light, the air still heavy with heat and sweat and everything that just happened betweenus. Everything that started on a street in New Orleans and just kept going. My body is loose in that boneless, sated way I haven’t felt in…I don’t even know how long, but my mind is already racing ahead, chasing the thing that brought me here in the first place.
Revenge doesn’t sleep just because I did.
His hand pauses at the base of my neck, thumb pressing once before sliding back down.
“I read your letters.”
The words land softly. Too softly for something that should be a detonation. I go completely still.
