“I never forgot,” he says, studying my face. “You didn’t either?”
“Of course not,” I answer. “That night was…” my words trail off as I search for the right description.
“In-fucking-credible?” Mickey suggests, and I nod enthusiastically. “Yes, that.”
In a heartbeat, Mickey’s lips are on mine, and we’re moving together like we’ve done this dance a hundred times instead of two. It doesn’t matter, though. Our bodies know each other—they remember each other—so I let my mind take a break and let my body take over.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” Mickey says, his lips pressed to my ear. “Do you want me as much as I want you?”
His hands are everywhere, and I spread my legs impossibly wider so there’s no mistaking what I need.
“I’m gonna fill you up with my cock, Viv. Is that what you’re practically begging for?”
“Yes,” I say, lifting my hips as he positions himself at my entrance. He fills me up, and words can’t describe it. Mickey is quickly becoming a need, an addiction. Every time he thrusts inside me I get a hit of something I can’t get anywhere else. It’s a high I’ll chase forever.
He’s pounding into me and I’m meeting every movement, trying my damnedest to take him impossibly deeper.The rhythmic banging of the headboard against the wall has me feeling bad for Leo for a second, but then Mickey starts sucking on my tits and I lose the ability to think rationally and articulate coherently. My entire vocabulary is reduced to a series of grunts, but I don’t care. All that matters is this.
My orgasm jolts through me and his quickly follows. As I come back down from my high, and my heart rate returns to normal, I realize the day has barely started, but I don’t want to leave this bed.
I could stay wrapped up in his arms like this all day. Or forever. But we don’t have time for that. He’s got to get to the athletic center, and I have class. For the next two minutes, though, I’m going to soak this up. I’m going to lie here like being wrapped in Mickey’s embrace is my reality, my future. I fucking hate that it isn’t.
22
Mickey
There’s nothing sexy about murder. At least for me.
Viv’s obsessed with shows about serial killers, and she’s got me hooked, too. But right now, we’re all caught up on our favorite one, and new episodes won’t drop until next week. I figured we’d just watch sports highlights while we study, and that would have been just fine with me, but Viv had other ideas.
So now we’re watching werewolves have sex.
And, honestly? It’s hot.
“We know her,” Viv insists, pointing at the woman—werewoman—on the screen. “Wasn’t she in that movie you made me watch? The one about the boxer?”
“It’s hard to say. She didn’t have hair on her face in that one,” I answer.
“I don’t think it’s hair. I think it’s fur,” she tells me, frowning. “Besides, she’s furless right now. Or is it hairless?”
“Now you’re thinking about it. You know I’m right.”
“I know no such thing, Bran Mikalski,” she says, swatting playfully at my bare chest. And that makes my dick twitch, because any time Viv’s body makes contact with mine, I react.
And right now, we’ve got a whole lot of contact going on.
It’s my fault for spilling a smoothie all over the couch earlier. We cleaned up the mess, but the cushions were soggy, so they’re outside drying. So, we decided to watch TV in bed. No big deal. But it’s a sexy show. And Viv likes to wear little tiny shorts and sports bras like they’re real clothing. I’m not complaining; just making an observation.
And she’s sitting in between my legs with her back to my chest.
It’s cute as hell and hot as fuck and it just might kill me.
“I can’t believe she’s about to mate with him,” Viv says, shaking her head. “He just killed her husband.”
“Eh, Constantine had it coming. That guy was a dick. I’ve always liked Lysander better.”
“Oh, I’m definitely Team Lysander, no question, but the body isn’t even cold yet. It’s barely been a day. I think there’s a waiting period of at least twenty-four hours, you know?”
“No, I don’t know,” I tease. “I’ve never murdered my half-brother and then fucked his wife, so I don’t really know the protocol. And they’re werewolf crimebosses. I’m not sure their moral code is the same as yours.”
