Attest (Centrifuge Duet Book 2)(28)
My hands cup her ass cheeks and I lift her off the ground. She wraps her legs around my waist, her hands going straight into my hair like they always did. Amber tugs futilely on the shorts strands and mewls her frustration at the loss of my curls. Growing my hair back jumps to the top of my to-do list.
“Do you still love me?” The words tumble from my mouth unbidden. And, that’s when it hits me. She’s right. It is the only question that matters. None of the other stuff means anything if our love is dead. It was the most important thing at stake in this game.
We win, if we make it back to each other with our hearts intact.
With an expression reminiscent of the cat who got the cream on her face, Amber smiles. “Yes, I do.”
Twisting away from the hot fire, I pause for one second near the bench seat where we’ve made love dozens of times before. It would make sense to drop her onto her back on the seat and remind her of those memories.
But, tonight, I don’t want sense.
I want a new beginning.
I don’t want love making. I want hard and fast, rough fucking that shows her I’ve changed during our time apart—and not necessarily in a nice way.
The side of the shack grabs my attention. I walk over to it and press her back against the hard wood. A gasp leaves her when I slide my hand up the inside of the cotton shorts she’s wearing. Her shock doesn’t last long. My fingers broach the inner seam of her panties, then they delve into the wet heat beyond.
Amber bucks, riding my hand with enthusiasm. I flick her clit with my thumb, then I drive my fingers into her like I own her. She grows wetter by the second. Impossibly so, considering the lack of technique I’m employing. I feel her spasm around me and her inner thighs shake. When she’s done, I balance her in the air, one arm under her ass while the other frantically tries to unzip my jeans. I pull my dick free, then once my jeans are out of the way, I let her feet touch the ground for as long as it takes to tug her shorts down her hips.
She steps out of them. I have her back dangling in the air before her second foot has hit the ground. Her shoulders are braced against the shack wall, her thighs spread around my hips, and I’m pushing myself inside her body. Neither of us say a word. Our gazes stay locked throughout, our eyes saying everything we need to say right now.
My thrusts are hard and haphazard. There is no finesse in anything I’m doing. There is no thought about her pleasure or her pain. She’s open to me. Willingly exposed and vulnerable while my cock brands her with a new beginning that strips away the past and brings our future into focus.
Delicate fingers pull at my hair. Sharp fingernails dig into my scalp. Her pussy clamps down on my dick, holding me tight and refusing to let me go. With my mouth against hers, I force my tongue between her lips. When she starts to climax, I sink my teeth into her bottom lip until I taste blood. As I reach my end, her nails tear strips from my shoulders. I empty myself inside her. She slumps over me, satiated and spent.
It’s never been like this for us.
It was raw. It was violent.
It was fucking perfect.
EIGHTEEN
Amber
“Here.” I thrust the folder full of everything I have about Centrifuge at Xander. “This is what you need to leverage our one-way trip to New Zealand.”
He balances his coffee cup on the armrest of his chair and has a quick look through the documents. “Why are you giving me this?”
I shrug, then cuddle Charlie into my chest. Sitting on the seat next to Xander, I wince when I discover that I’m a bit tender from last night. A smug smile lets me know that Xander saw my reaction and he likes it.
“Amber, explain.”
And, we’re back to business.
“I have a confession to make,” I broach the subject slowly.
“I thought you didn’t want to discuss the past two years?” he quips.
“Oh, I don’t,” I rush to answer him. “But, this affects today and the coming days.”
Xander takes a sip of his coffee. He regards me with a steadiness that is unnerving, a lifted eyebrow the only indication that his patience isn’t a given. I guess, biting the bullet is the best way to approach this.
“Harry was Uncle Charlie’s good friend. Now, he’s my ally. He was part of my plan to use Belinda to get you out of jail. We used her to pressure you into everything you wanted done.”
Dragging in a breath, I stare at my hands where they clasp baby Charlies to me. It’s time to lay it all out in the open. “I’m behind everything. I developed this plan so I could get the boys away from Jax before they got too old to save. I thought you’d be happy to get rid of the others for me after everything that they’d done to you. I’m sorry I put you in that position.”
His coffee cup crashes to the ground when he jumps to his feet. He says nothing, simply kicks the broken mug out of his way and storms off to the edge of the lake. Charlie startles in my arms. Rocking him until he settles back down I keep an eye on Xander. He’s pacing, but he seems to be taking it better than I assumed he would.
When Charlie is completely asleep, I lay him back down in his make shift crib. Grabbing my phone, I head for Xander. He sees me coming and attempts to walk away.
“Xander. Please,” I call after him. “You can be mad at me later. Right now, I need you to call Harry and speak to him. He can help us get out of the country without leaving a trace. He knows where the bodies are buried, so to speak, and he’s ready to help us expose them and Centrifuge.”