Fourth Debt (Indebted #5)(78)

She shivered and obeyed.

Her emotions switched to one thought: wanting me to take her.

It would be my pleasure to comply.

Bending my legs, I drove upward.

Her back arched as I slid inside her liquid heat. Higher and higher, stretching her.

“God, Jethro—yes!”

I gathered her close, holding her tightly as I climbed deeper. Only once she fully encased me did I thrust.

Our lips glued together, and we rode each other.

It wasn’t rhythmic or sensual.

It was purely animalistic and primal.

“I won’t last—I can’t last.”

“I don’t care.” Her * tightened as I drove faster. “Just prove to me you’re alive.”

“That I can do.”

It didn’t take long.

My body had no endurance and time spent apart meant everything about Nila bewitched me into exploding far too fast.

With each thrust, the pleasure turned catastrophic; my balls tightened.

“Oh, f*ck…” Lightning shards shot up my cock, spurting inside her. “Hell, yes.” Waves of release crippled me as I splashed inside the woman I wanted forever. I bit my lip as my legs seized, my cock impaling her over and over again.

The last spurt left me lightheaded, but it’d been the shortest, sharpest, and most rewarding orgasm I’d ever had.

“Goddammit, it’s good to see you.”

Having her in my arms, coming inside her, knowing we were together again, helped wipe away my worries and just be.



“Where’s Moth and Wings?”

Nila’s voice wrapped around my satisfaction, dragging me back to her. The chill of the stables faded thanks to the heat lamps I’d turned on above.

I rolled over to face her; my unbuckled belt and jeans clinked.

Somehow, after I’d orgasmed, we’d stumbled down the corridor of the stables and collapsed on top of one of the hay bales in a spare stall. Nila had lost her shoes, and her black jacket was rumpled and dusty from rubbing against the wall but she’d never looked more beautiful. She still hadn’t removed her hood though, and strange emotions trickled from her—hidden and quiet—scaring me more as minutes ticked past.

I was exceedingly aware of her every thought and also intimately mindful that Nila hadn’t come.

I mean to rectify that.

Her mind raced, sending flickers of ideas and questions in every direction. I let them wash over me, not wanting to focus on reality just yet.

This might be the only time we get to steal perfection like this before it’s over.

I meant to indulge as long as I could.

“They’re in the paddock behind the chase. If they’re not needed for regular riding, they’re turned out.”

She relaxed. “Oh, that’s good. I had a horrible thought that they might’ve hurt Wings—because you’re de—well…” She smiled. “…you were dead.”

Gathering her close, the sweet smell of clean hay threaded around us. “I still am dead according to my father. Kes, too.”

My forehead furrowed thinking of my brother. He has to wake up. Being away from the hospital went against my desire to watch over him, but I had to trust that Doctor Louille knew what he was doing. That eventually, once Cut was dead and things had been dealt with, Kes would wake up and I could rib him for sleeping through all the hard work.

Wake up, brother. Don’t leave me when we’re so close.

“How is he?”

I glanced at Nila. The simplistic beauty of her onyx eyes and sexy lips twitched my cock again. “He’s still alive.” My voice hung in the stagnant quiet. No horses were hobbled tonight—the dogs slept across the yard, and the witching hour gave us our own seclusion from reality, hiding us from nightmares.

Nila plucked at the plaid blanket that I’d placed over the hay bale. “Will he remain that way?”

My heart clenched. I hope so. “He will if he knows what’s good for him.”

She smiled but didn’t laugh, too full of melancholy to lighten the mood. There was no lightening the mood—not when a brother and friend was dying.

Changing the subject, I looped my fingers with hers. “Can I ask you something?”

She nodded slowly. “Of course.”

“Can you take off the hood? I want to see you. You’re in too much shadow.”

Instantly, her emotions scrambled. Fear drenched, followed by despair. Sitting up, she shook her head. “I’d prefer to keep it on. I’m cold.” To add value to her lie, she gathered her coat tightly and hugged herself.

I soared upright. “Bullshit. I know when you’re lying. Just like I knew you were lying in most of the texts you sent.”

Her shoulders hunched. Her hands went to either side of her hood, keeping it tight around her face.

Moving in front of her, I tugged on the black material. “Nila…take off the hood.”

“No.”

“Nila…” My voice dropped to a growl. “What are you hiding from me?”

Tears glassed her eyes.

My heart splintered. “Nila, please. I can’t stand it when you don’t tell me the truth.” My hands pulled again, fighting against her hold.

A single tear slipped down her face. “Please…don’t make me.”