Jacked Up (Bowen Boys #4)(68)
“More,” she let out in a shudder. “Harder.”
He could do nothing but oblige. Giving her more, watching, enthralled, as she took all of him until she exploded, her * squeezing him so tight he was a split second from coming.
He ground his pelvis over her throbbing clit and took off her blindfold. He needed to watch her, and needed her to watch him.
“You do it for me, pet,” he said, trying to hold on to the last shred of control.
Her smirk was all sass as her inner muscles clamped around his erection. “I can tell.”
“No. You don’t get it. You really do it for me.” At all levels.
“Really?” She stilled. “I thought you didn’t like abrasive women.”
“I don’t, but I like you.” Which was an understatement if there was ever one. He really, really, liked her. All of her. Even when she was being a pain in his ass and confrontational and giving him hell, which it was most of the time, he found himself with a smile on his lips. When she was being sweet to him and offering him her body, trusting him with it, it just blew his mind. And something else too, because every inch of her tugged at his heart.
She licked her dry lips. “And yet you are going to walk out on me once this situation with Maldonado is over.”
“Yes, I will. It’s exactly because I like you that I will leave.”
She looked puzzled, then hurt, but she covered it fast. “You are going to miss out on a lot, Borg. And I’m not talking only about sex.”
Vixen.
He didn’t know how to answer to that, so he impaled her again, relishing her ragged moan. From that point on he lost control. He no longer could take the time to push in and out slowly. His rhythm increased, as did the intensity of his plunges. He needed to get deep inside her. Deeper than anybody had ever been. Deeper than anyone would ever be.
His cum was poised at the tip of his cock, ready to blow, his balls so f*cking hard they were hurting, but he refused to come. He didn’t want this to finish. He wanted to lose himself in her until he couldn’t remember why it was such a bad idea to be together.
When Elle started coming again, all the choice was stripped from him. It was like the floodgates had opened and his own need rushed out, unstoppable. Undeniable. Holding himself flush against her, he climaxed, filling her with his seed. Then, before he finished, he took himself in hand and spilled the last cum on her *.
“That’s the reason why I won’t use condoms with you,” he said when he could talk again, gliding his cock along her drenched folds. “I want my cum in and on you. I want you to know that as long as you are with me, you belong to me.” And he wanted to see it too. He wanted to be able to remember it.
“Cum washes off, Borg. There are other more effective ways of getting a woman to belong to you. Like imprinting yourself in her soul. That doesn’t wash off.”
Nico smiled at the girl behind the register and walked out of Rosita’s, picking up his cell. Pretty little thing, this Paige. Dressed and made up for scaring kids during Halloween but pretty nevertheless. And smart. He’d spent the whole evening working her, which hadn’t been a burden because she was great company, but he didn’t make any headway. She had that sixth sense that nowadays was missing from so many people, the prickle at the neck warning about predators and danger. Nico could spot victims miles away. They moved and talked and behaved in a certain manner. Stank of fear. Like socialized animals that had lost their instincts and were at the mercy of others’ whims.
Victims were easy prey; people like Paige weren’t. They would put up a fight; it was in her eyes and the way her spine stood straight, radiating self-awareness and security. He’d done his homework before coming to Rosita’s and had investigated her. He knew what that choke collar of hers hid. A girl wouldn’t get a scar like that and live to tell the tale if she weren’t a fighter. And whether she did it unconsciously or not, she’d sensed the danger and ultimately turned him down.
But the visit to the restaurant hadn’t been fruitless. He’d learned a shitload of stuff.
Up until now, he hadn’t been able to wrap his mind around what the hell Elle Cooper, a witness under federal protection, had been doing in the open at the fund-raiser. And it had been Elle Cooper; he’d seen the video footage of the security cameras to confirm it. As far as he’d been able to find out from his contacts in law enforcement, the name of the witness in the Maldonado case was kept secret, her location undisclosed. Not running around Boston attending social events with an alleged high-profile arms dealer. Unless the alleged high-profile arms dealer wasn’t an arms dealer at all and she was there by mistake.
He sat in his car and pulled up the copy of the video footage he’d gotten from the security at the hotel, scrolling until he found what he was searching for. There, from the lobby camera, he could see the one with the short Mohawk, the same guy who was in pictures at Rosita’s, going to the event in the other ballroom. A quick Internet search gave him the info he needed. It had been a private party thrown by Patricia Vaughan to welcome her great-grandchild into society. Elizabeth Vaughan Bowen.
Amazing how Elle had gotten Alex to agree to take her to that event. Huge hold she had on him. Judging by what Nico had dug up on social media, this chick was involved in a thousand things although he hadn’t seen any picture of Alex on her profiles. The Bowens, though, were splattered all over them.