In For the Kill (McClouds & Friends #11)(69)

“Nope,” he said. “No cause, Sveti. Just you.”

“I don’t get it,” she said hastily. “I don’t know what you mean.”

“Maybe not,” he mused. “You never had to awaken to it, because you’ve never been asleep. It comes to you so naturally, you can’t even see it. Ask the fish what the ocean is. Ask Sveti what service is. You can’t answer. It’s just who you are.”

She shook her head. “You’ve idealized me, Sam. I’m not so altruistic as that. I can be as vain and silly and superficial as anyone.”

“Sure you can, babe,” he said quietly. “Sure.”

“So . . . so you just want me because I’m this freakish martyr?”

He smiled. “Don’t even try to twist this around on me. You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen on this earth. I can’t stop trying to get close to you. I won’t be chased away. You make me feel like I did when I woke up from my money dream. The world was so loud. Everything looked so bright. Things meant more. I love that feeling.”

“I don’t want to be a symbol for somebody,” she said nervously.

“Fuck symbols,” he said. “Be my lover. Be my lady.”

She hugged her knees to her chest for a long moment, and then suddenly sat up and peeled her tank top off. His heart raced as she pulled off the pants, her underwear. “You said, when you were in your money dream, everyone wanted to suck your dick,” she said.

“Uh, yeah. I did.” His dick, happy at being nominated, twitched and jumped. Sveti pulled the coverlet back from his naked body and seized his throbbing cock in her hand. Stroking, twirling. Oh, man.

“What does it for me is hearing how you woke up,” she said.

“Oh, Sveti,” he said shakily, as she slid down his body.

He flung his head back and gasped sharply as she sucked his cock into her mouth. Oh. So. Good. Hot, wet, and eager, that sweet pull and clutch and glide, the teasing swirl of her clever tongue. Licking, hand-twisting. She sucked him in deeper, harder, with long, beautiful mouth-f*cking strokes. Deep-throating him. Her luscious mouth clasping him was so pretty. Eyes closed, cheeks pink. Wild, sensual abandon.

“I’m on to you,” he said hoarsely. “You’re trying to distract me, just like always. I throw my heart at your feet, and you distract me with a blow job. Not f*cking fair, Sveti.”

She lifted her head. “Do you want me to stop?”

He shook his head, helplessly. She bent down to the task again.

She brought him close to coming, but he just made an incoherent pleading sound in his throat, held her still, and breathed as the throbbing pulses of a dry orgasm shuddered through him.

She lifted her head. “Don’t you want to come?”

“I am coming. Just without ejaculating. It’s great. You tired?”

“God, no,” she said with a soft laugh. “I love it.”

“It’s awesome,” he told her. “But I want to come in your *.”

She clambered up over his body. He positioned his cock beneath her, nudging and prodding it into place. They sighed and moaned together as she took him inside. That swelling surge of mutual pleasure.

She settled onto him, seeking the angle, the rhythm. Finding it quickly. He pumped up into her body, twining her fingers with his. “Be my lady,” he said again. Because he just could not f*cking stop himself.

The feelings flashed over her face. Longing, fear. Grief. He could see that she wanted it. She just didn’t believe she could actually have it.

She cupped his face. “I’ll give you everything I have to give.”

He stopped moving. “Another brush-off? We can’t get past this?”

“Does this feel like a brush-off to you?”

“Yeah, it does. I know your tricks.” He lifted her, sliding out.

Sveti gripped his upper arms, in a panic. “Don’t,” she pleaded. “Don’t leave me like this. I need to feel you come inside me. Please.”

He squeezed his eyes shut, against the fog of hurt, and anger, and lust. Bombs, set to detonate on every level of his being.

“From behind,” he said. “Turn around. If you want it.”

“But I . . . but . . .”

“Or not,” he said. “I cannot stare into your eyes while I come and then have you shove me away again. Your choice.”

It took her a few seconds, but she was as jacked up as he was. She scrambled off, turned. Got on her hands and knees.

Sam gripped her waist, nudging her thighs wider, and slid his cock slowly, deeply inside her sweet, tight wet heat, and oh, God, he’d been fooling himself if he thought that switching positions was going to make it any easier to balance on this f*cking tightrope.

“Sam, I’m not shoving you away,” she said “I’m just—”

“Enough talk,” he said hoarsely. “Let’s finish this.”

It didn’t matter that she couldn’t see his face. She could feel everything he was in the tight, shaking grip of his hands. Every stroke jolted him deeper into that lost, unmoored place in his mind. No lies or secrets, just burning ardor, driving them up to the edge—

And beyond.





CHAPTER 14

The only good thing about this ungodly hour of the morning was that Sam didn’t risk running into his family. He prodded Sveti out of bed in time for a shower and coffee. Miles and Kev arrived right on time.