Iris (The Wild Side #2)(13)

I turned her over, and had her perch on her elbows and knees, ass facing me as I drilled her with my fingers.

This was when she finally distracted me from my course.

“Dair, please, I only have a few hours before I have to leave again.”

I pulled my fingers out abruptly.

Without warning, or even permission from my brain, I grabbed her h*ps and drove into her.

Bare.

There were condoms in the nightstand, not two feet away, and even when I knew how stupid it was, how much it went against all of my better judgement, I never reached for one.

I wanted to ask her, at least have a conversation about it, at least get reassurance that if she had been with someone else, she’d had the sense to make them wrap it up, but I couldn’t seem to find the nerve.

The wrong answer was more than I could take. I knew my limits.

I dragged out, and drove in again, guttural sounds wrenching out of me.

Stupid or not, it was heaven like this, skin on skin, inside of her.

I lifted her legs off the bed with a hard grip on her thighs, until only her elbows supported her, and she was angled for the tightest ride, and started thrusting in earnest.

She came first, and fast.

I followed quickly, emptying inside of her with a rough shout. I didn’t pull out, still thrusting, and let her milk every tremor of my release.

When it was enough, I pulled out, flipping her onto her back.

I covered her, taking her mouth with my own, rubbing our bodies together, still so hungry for her that I ached with it.

My insistent hands played with her br**sts and plunged into her pu**y, getting her ready for the next assault.

When we were both desperate again, I rolled onto my back and pulled her to straddle me.

I lined myself up at her entrance.

I paused as our eyes met, unable to keep one question to myself.

“Should we be using condoms?” I asked her, throat tight.

Her eyes were steady and sure. She didn’t hesitate, shaking her head.

“No,” said Iris, and impaled her lovely body on my ravenous cock.

I was pretty sure said c**k was running the show at this point, but even knowing she was a liar, right then her answer was enough for me.

In any case, if there was damage to do here, it was already done.

And I was quickly beyond the ability to think as she started to move.

Her pert br**sts were bouncing hypnotically, the rest of her toned flesh flexing gloriously as she rode me. I palmed her perfect tits, rolling the sensitive tips against my palms.

I jackknifed until I was sitting up under her, leaned forward, and sucked them hard while she bounced up and down on my shaft.

I let her for as long as I could stand before I gripped her h*ps and took over, slamming hard into her again and again until I went over the edge, managing at least to take her with me.

We never stopped, didn’t take a moment of rest before it was time for her to leave.

I f**ked her mindless.

I took her until we were both sore from it.

Raw.

Flesh over-used, muscles strained.

She didn’t walk out so much as wave a white flag and limp away the next morning.

At least I was awake to see her go. I hated when she left as I was sleeping.

I made her look me in the eye and say goodbye.

“When will I see you again?” I asked, cupping her jaw.

I hadn’t been a tender lover to her that night. I’d been rough, and arduous, and demanding as hell, more demanding than even I knew I was capable of.

But regardless of my actions, she held a little tender place in my chest, one that only she’d ever been able to unbury and expose.

The lack of her had done nothing to bury it again.

I wasn’t sure what would.

What could.

She bit her lip, and I had to stop myself from kissing her.

I needed this answer.

I’d gone past needing all of the answers to just the ones that I couldn’t live without.

“Sometime in the next four days, hopefully not in the middle of the night again, I’ll come back to see you.”

I stroked her hair back from her face, studying her.

She looked worn out, tired, and well-f*cked. I loved it and hated it.

With a frustrated sigh, I kissed her forehead, and let her go.

CHAPTER SEVEN

It was four days later, and I was just pulling my car out of the garage when I saw a silver Jaguar pulling up to the curb in front of my house.

The silver Jaguar.

I put my car in park and got out, fists clenching, and started striding towards it.

Iris opened the passenger door, nearest to me.

That blond f**ker was in there, behind the wheel and saying something to her, his handsome face serious, his eyes intent on her.

She nodded once, leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek, said something in his ear, then got out.

That was when his eyes swung to me, and his whole demeanor changed, his hard jaw clenching, his eyes going glacial.

The guy hated me, despised me almost as much as I did him. I knew it in one look.

I broke into a run, determined to catch him before he left.

Iris shut her door, one look at her telling me that she really hadn’t wanted me to see who was dropping her off.

The Jaguar peeled away with a screech.

I almost chased him on foot, barely stopped myself from that act of lunacy.