Released (Devil's Blaze MC #3)(34)

“I told you,” she gasps, working my cock like a f*cking pro. “I haven’t had anyone but you. It’s been so long…..” she cries as the first ripple of her orgasm starts to take hold. I feel every contraction, every slick, wet, flutter of her walls and when she squeezes tight, trying to choke my dick I know I’m going to blow. I take my hand, grab hers and move both them down the front of her body until I hit her center. I brace my fingers against hers and search out her clit. She cries out my name as our fingers work together to find her clit and move over the swollen, pulsing nub. I work it harder, and faster in tandem with my thrusts.

“Skull! I’m coming!” she screams, as I push our fingers hard against her clit. I make one final thrust deep inside of her, and I can feel my cum jet out rocking me and her with the force of my release.

Mine! My brain cries and as much as I want to fight against it, I know in my soul that she is. She always has been. That’s the thought that keeps echoing in my brain and we both slide to the floor, our pants around our legs like some f*cking teenagers too eager to get undressed.





When Skull rolls off of me, I slowly open my eyes. What did we just do? What did I just do? I spread my legs for him like I was in heat. Okay, so I know what I did. I just have no idea what to do now. It was good. It was f*cking good. It was definite proof that vibrators are no substitute for the real thing, and Skull is definitely real.

It’s also proof that I’m never going to get this man out of my system.

“Motherf*cker,” he mutters, throwing his hand over his face as he lets go. Then he lays on his back, looking up at the ceiling. Regret is thick in his voice, making my stomach turn. Yeah, he’s real alright. Too damned real.

I go to get up, inwardly cursing myself. I’ve gone without a man since that night years ago in Skull’s bed. I’d like to blame my weakness on that. Trouble is, I’d be lying. It’s because it was him. Skull. If this were the movies, the man would be my kryptonite. He always has been.

His big hand grabs my hip, stopping me from standing. It flexes, squeezing me. It sends chills through my body, small electrical currents that travel from the base of my neck and spreads through my body right until it reaches my clit, which should be dead after the workout I just received.

“Kryptonite,” I mutter to myself.

“Querida,” he whispers close to me, so close I can feel his breath against my back. Having that and hearing his voice all deep and gravelly from his orgasm kills me. “We should talk,” he prompts again.

Totally f*cking kills me.

“There’s not much to say, Skull,” I tell him. Except I’m a dirty whore who screamed for your dick while a bunch of men were outside—including the * who tried to destroy me, I mentally add in my head. I disgust myself. All that doesn’t even include the fact that I did this even knowing my sister was shot.

The only good news is that finally someone hates me more than Skull does now. Myself.

“Beth, we just had sex,” he says, like he’s explaining himself to a small child. Had sex, not made love. Could he hurt me any further?

I stand up quickly, pulling my pants up. At least he didn’t see my scars. I adjust my shirt and bra, glad I managed to keep those on. I might have worked up the courage to reveal them to him before. Not now. Would he compare me to Dr. Torres? Would I measure up? After all, my experience is limited to just him. All of these thoughts hit me all at once—all at the same time. I want to throw up, but instead I swallow down the bile.

“I need to go check on Katie and make sure they get her to the hospital. It’s just a graze, but it bled a lot at first.”

“Beth, we had sex,” he repeats with a groan as he pushes up off the floor.

“I know that,” I tell him, turning away from him. “I think it’s best if we just forget that ever happened.”

“Forget it?” he growls, grabbing me and making me face him. He’s mad, but then—but then that’s all I’ve seen of him since I’ve been back.

“Yes—forget it. It was a momentary lapse in judgment.”

“A lapse in judgment?” he asks incredulously.

I drag my eyes up to him. Hmm… I think I hurt his feelings. That thought brings me joy.

“Exactly,” I tell him. “It’s not something we’ll ever repeat. We’ll just forget all about it.”

“Got it all planned out, do you, cari?o?”

“There’s no planning! It was a mistake, one not to be repeated. In fact, we should never speak of it again. I’m going to check on Katie and then we can discuss what we’re going to do with Matthew.”

“We’re?”

“We’re,” I insist, finally looking at him. He’s buttoning his pants and, except for his hair being mussed up, you can’t tell that moments before he was f*cking me to within an inch of my life.

Shit! I can’t think of that. The way the muscles of my * clench at the memory is proof that I cannot go there.

“I’ll tell you exactly what I’m going to do, querida. I’m going to kill him,” Skull announces calmly.

“You can’t!” I yell in a panic.

“The f*ck I can’t.”

“You can’t, Skull. I mean, sure that’s what I was going to do to him, but that was before.”