Leave a Trail (Signal Bend #7)(72)

His erection uncomfortably huge and digging into her back, Badger canted his hips away, making a slice of space between them. But she moaned quietly and followed his movement, keeping their bodies in contact.

“Badge.” The word was barely a whisper, but it was sultry with desire.

“Babe, we can’t.” Even as he said it, he pushed one hand into her shorts, gliding over the silken skin of her belly and into her curls. Her wet curls. Usually she kept everything trimmed and neat, just a little triangle, but of course since the fire things had gotten more…natural. Until just now, since the fire, he’d seen her a few times, but this was the first time he’d touched her. He liked the curls, soft and wet on his fingers.

He brushed a fingertip over the slick bud of her clit, and she twitched hard and bent forward, pressing her ass more tightly to his body. His cock ached. As much to himself as to her, he said again, “We can’t, babe.” But his hand, moving more firmly on her, now in her, wasn’t listening. His cock, rebelling against the bonds of his jeans, wasn’t listening. Adrienne, writhing in his arms, breathless, wasn’t listening.

“We can,” she panted.

“How?”

“Like this. Just like this. From behind. Hold me up.”

“I don’t want to hurt you.” But he was opening his jeans. The way they were rocking together was already too much for his body to ignore.

She pawed with her one free hand at her shorts, but he brushed her away and took them down himself, being careful of the sleeve over her hurt leg.

He managed the condom with one hand and muttered, “Achievement unlocked.”

She looked over her shoulder; her face was flushed and gorgeous. “What?”

“Nothing,” he chuckled. “Just had a little geek leak.” To stave off further inquiry, he bent forward, pushing her over, too, and slid a hand over her firm, satiny ass and between her legs, where she was even wetter than before. “You sure about this?”

“Jesus, Badge. Yes. Please!”

He slid into her, and oh f*ck, she felt good. She cried out as he surged, sinking deeply, so deeply into her, her body constricting tightly around him, holding him, encompassing him completely.

Her weak leg buckled a little as he rocked backwards, and he clutched her more tightly, one hand still between her legs, the other arm across her midsection. “You okay?”

She nodded. “Yeah. Don’t stop.”

“I don’t think I could, babe. God, you feel good.” He shifted his hold, bringing his hand from her waist, pushing it up under her top to cup a breast. Her nipple was a hard little pebble on his fingers. He took it between his thumb and forefinger and pinched lightly, savoring the way it grew even harder in his grasp.

When he did so, she moaned and dropped her head backwards to his shoulder. And her leg buckled again.

Rather than ask if she was okay—she was writhing on him so much, her hips constantly active, that he knew she was, and he was beyond words, anyway—he simply lifted her off the floor. Holding her tightly to his chest, one hand clutching her breast, the other firm but still on her clit, the movements of their joined bodies sliding her against his palm, he locked his legs and thrust into her as hard and fast as he could.

They were both grunting in time with his thrusts, in time with each other, a feral harmony. She slid a little in his grip and he shifted his hold, his fingers inadvertently tightening substantially on her breast. She flinched and gasped loudly.

“Oh, sorry. I’m sorry.”

“No,” she gasped. “That was—that was—wow.” So he did it again, pinching hard, but more controlled this time. Her body went taut, and he felt her flood over his cock. “Oh, wow. Oh, f*ck. Badge—Badge! Oh, GOD.”

He thought that was the first time he’d ever heard Adrienne say ‘f*ck,’ but he didn’t have the attention to spare to marvel long at that. It was hot, though. He let himself go, moving frantically while she pulsed and twitched in his arms, around his cock, until the knot of need inside him released. He came so hard he thought for a second he might lose consciousness, the tension in his body stopping blood and breath.

When he came back to himself, she was pliant in his arms, taking deep, calm breaths. He turned his head and, with his cheek, brushed her hair, damp with perspiration, back from her temple so that he could kiss her there. “Okay?”

She nodded. “Better than okay. Perfect. I love you. You’re all I need.”



oOo



He was late to the Keep, which meant a fine and a deadly glare from Isaac. But he couldn’t say it wasn’t totally worth it. He hadn’t showered after his encounter with Adrienne; he could smell her—them—on him.

He thought today was going to be a good day.

But when he slid into his seat at the table, all of his brothers eyeing him, he understood that the meeting was a heavy one. They all seemed to be heavy these days, but this one looked to be significant even so.

Isaac glared at him for an uncomfortably long time, even after he’d apologized. But finally he spoke.

“You see the news, Badger?”

“What, boss?” That question seemed to come out of some point beyond left field. “No. Guess not.”

“Didn’t think so. Dom—you mind repeating yourself?”