Invincible(32)

Don’t give her the wrong f*cking idea.

I slipped a hand behind her neck and my other hand grabbed her waist. That’s how I held her as I f*cked her even harder. She pumped her body just as hard and fast at me, groaning. When she came, she arched her body and froze, offering herself to me. I felt her come and slowed just enough to work her through it.

Goddammit, Wes, do you care about her or something? Just f*ck her. This is about you, man.

I gritted my teeth and sped back up again. I slowly moved my hand from her neck down to her waist. Both hands held her. My feet were on the floor. Her legs were wrapped around me, her heels pressing against my back. Christ, she wanted it harder? She wanted it faster? She wanted me f*cking deeper?

“Fuck, sweetie,” I growled. “Fuck…”

Rose looked me dead in the eyes and bit her bottom lip. She then touched my shoulders, her fingers trying to dig into my hard muscle. And that just set me off. It was all I could handle. The most beautiful woman I’d ever been with, with a perfect body, beautiful tits, and amazing *… that was all any real man could handle before letting go.

I thrust deep into her body and let the first pulse go. I then came down to her body, my mouth demanding her breasts again. I came as I thrust at her, f*cking her, kissing her tits, working my way up her neck and to her lips, but not kissing her. I let an inch between my lips and hers.

We were just there, breathing hard, breathing fast.

That’s when I knew… this wasn’t going to end with romance, it was going to end with tragedy.





19.


(Rose)



My hands made their way to his hips. My thumbs felt his rock hard stomach as he breathed. I was supposed to be pushing him away. I was supposed to want him out of me since we were both done. But that didn’t happen. I didn’t want him out of me. I wanted him to stay. To get hard again. To do it all over again.

Because…

Fuck.

It was just that good.

If Wes fought half as good as he f*cked, it was no wonder he was one of the best around.

When he did pull out of me, my body gushed and tingled to the point where I grabbed the sheets and just stayed there. I felt like I was floating, warmth all around. My toes curled and I bit my lip, trying to resist the urge to moan again. It had been such a long time since anyone touched me. Or tasted me.

That alone was worth the risk of stealing a car to come to the cabin.

That’s when all the reality came crashing back down.

Luke. Macie. Murder. Aside from being inside, there was too much about Wes I didn’t know that I could even trust.

Wes put his jeans on but left his shirt off. That was completely unfair to have to stare at muscle like that. Chiseled through years of fighting. Taking punches. Handing out punches. The toughness of a life that I couldn’t possibly imagine living.

He stood there with his back to me. There were hints of sweat.

It kept turning me on more and more.

“You can get dressed,” he whispered.

“Yeah, right,” I said.

I grabbed my clothes from the floor and slowly put myself back together. As I clipped my bra, I watched Wes. He looked like he did the night of the fight. Standing there with his hands balled into fists. His long hair sweaty. His shoulders a mile wide like he was ready to turn and strike.

I put my shirt on and then just stood there.

My heart was still racing from the amazing sex. My body was still on fire as I looked at Wes. My mind was somewhere else. Wondering what else was going to come bursting through the thin seams of my life and f*ck everything up.

“Wes…”

“I’m sorry about your friend,” he whispered.

He glanced over his shoulder for a second and then walked to the bedroom door. He left the room and I stood there, listening to the sound of the back door opening and shutting.

Everything felt wrong. Yet everything felt damn good.

I went after Wes though. I couldn’t mess around anymore. Either I was going to crack Wes a little or I was going to take Macie’s car and make another run for it. Luckily for me Macie didn’t have any real family or anything. She had come from a rough life and lucked out by sleeping with men with money to boost her own image. Even still - it was a murder and I was going to be tied to it.

That’s how Luke wanted it. So I would go running to him for help, again.

Just like the last time.

Wes stood outside and looked like the hottest dream ever. The white moonlight shined down on the back deck. His dark hair came down to his shoulders and the perfect muscles of his back were like the ripples of lake if there was a wind storm.

I took my chances and went outside.

“Wes…”

“Aton was shot,” he said. “He’s barely hanging on right now.”

“What?”

“You f*cking heard me, sweetie.”

“I’m so sorry.”

“Me too,” Wes said. “Me too.”

“Do you know who did it?”

“I have an idea.”

Luke. The assassin. My goddamn brother.

“Wes, I know nothing about it all,” I said. “I need you to believe that. If I knew anything, I’d tell you.”

Wes finally turned around. His eyes seemed to glow in the moonlight. “Why? Why would you tell me?”