Page 55 of Beautifully Shattered (Secrets & Scars #3)
We both moan into the kiss, my body lighting up in anticipation, my hands grappling at his clothes as he helps me strip them off him.
We barely break apart as each item comes off him, my hands then fumbling with his fly as I desperately try to get to him.
He pulls back, breaking our kiss to help, shoving his jeans down and freeing his hard cock as he grips it at the base.
“This is going to be fucking quick, I’m sorry,” he mutters, his eyes roaming over every part of me as I sit with my legs spread on the workbench.
“I don’t care. Just get inside me. Please ,” I beg, and he steps forward, both of us watching where he presses the fat head of his dick to my wet folds, running it up the seam, teasing my clit and extracting another moan from me.
“I’ve missed this,” he rasps, biting his lip, his nostrils flaring as he slowly nudges his tip against my entrance.
“Yes,” I gasp, arching into him, making him sink in a little. “Give it to me. Give me you ,” I beg, and with a feral groan, he finally does. He drives himself deep inside me.
Our moans are loud as he stretches me, pushing all the way to the hilt .
“Colour,” he chokes out, like talking is nearly impossible right now.
“Green. A huge fucking green,” I pant, and his lips spread wide in a smile before he slowly eases halfway out, and then sinks back in.
My fingernails bite into his shoulders as he starts to thrust, the feel of him inside me too much, yet still not enough.
We kiss in a frenzy. A messy, desperate clash of lips and tongues, and before I can process it, he’s hoisting me in his arms, carrying me.
Shuffling us over to his car, he nearly trips on the pants tangled around his ankles, but manages to get us safely to his car where he lays me on the hood.
The chill of the old metal makes me arch with a gasp, but the new position allows him to slam into me deeper and harder as he watches where we are joined.
“You feel so fucking good,” he rasps, his face twisting with a mix of pleasure and pain.
His eyes shift from where we are joined up to my breasts, bouncing with each thrust, and a moment later, his mouth latches onto my nipple, drawing on me. Drinking from me.
I cry out, the combination of his mouth on me and his dick filling me sending shockwaves through my body, more intense than anything we’ve ever shared. I shatter around him, a pulsing orgasm that seems to last forever until he’s following me over the edge.
“Fuuuck, Angel,” he pants, releasing my nipple and jolting with each ripple of pleasure, his back arching and his head thrown back as he fills me. “I’ve fucking missed this.”
Even as tears sting my eyes, I force them back, refusing to ruin the moment with my messy emotions. I’ve craved being this close to Ringo for weeks, and I know my feelings make sense, but I’m just damn tired of crying.
“I’ve missed you,” I admit to Ringo, and his whiskey eyes lock with mine as he leans over me, bringing us nose to nose.
“I know. I get it. I’ve fucking missed you too.”
I smile. “It really makes no sense. It’s not like we haven’t spent time together… doing stuff.”
His lips press to mine in a gentle peck. “It’s not the same as this.” He gestures between the two of us. “Nothing beats getting as close as two people can get. Nothing will ever top that.”
Reaching up, my fingers weave through his hair as I stare into his eyes.
“You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, Cam. I hope you know that.”
His smile is small but warm. “I do now. And I feel exactly the same about you, Angel.”
We kiss again, slow and tender, even as I feel him still nestled deep inside me, his release beginning to leak out.
Oh shit.
He’s leaking out of me.
“What?” he pushes back, eyes wide with panic as he feels me stiffen. “What’s wrong?”
“Uhhhh… we didn’t use protection, and I’m not on birth control.”
His face softens instantly, a smile tugging at his lips. “Oh, that’s fine, Angel. Don’t worry about it.”
My brows shoot up, and I shove at his chest. “I’m not ready to have another…” I trail off, unable to even say the word baby right now .
“Shit. No.” He shakes his head quickly, gently easing out of me. “I didn’t mean that, Angel. I just… well… I know for a fact Lans has a stash of morning-after pills.”
My shoulders slump as relief floods me, and I finally breathe again. “Ohhhh. Okay. Good. I guess I’ll go ask her for one then.”
He chuckles, helping me sit up. “We should probably talk about this kind of stuff, huh?”
I nod, letting him help me down off the hood of the car, and together, we start cleaning ourselves up and slipping our clothes back on, the comfortable silence between us making the moment more intimate.
“Where the fuck did you get that from?” He nods at the pink, sparkly dildo lying forgotten on the workbench.
“Jols.” I snicker, unable to hold back my grin, and he rolls his eyes.
“Of course. Should’ve known.”
“I think your sisters were in on it too,” I add, giggling as I scoop up the dildo and toss it back in the bag.
“Great,” he mutters with a scoff. “Just what I need. Lans thinking she orchestrated me getting laid.”
I giggle again, but the sound is cut off by a piercing scream tearing through the air outside.
I’m running before I can blink, my feet carrying me like a bat out of hell towards the sounds of Tahli’s screams as I burst from the garage and sprint across the yard.
Marx men are already ahead of me, charging in the same direction, and I hear Ringo shouting something behind me, but none of it registers. My mind is focused on only one thing.
Getting to my sister .
I don’t think I’ve ever run so fast in my life as I bolt through the orchard, towards the Jacaranda tree, finally spotting a group of black-clad men standing around Tahli, their guns raised at something, or someone, off to the left.
“Tahli!” I scream, and her head snaps to me instantly before she wrenches free from Millie’s grip and sprints straight into my arms. “What happened?”
“A-a-a m-man,” she sobs, her voice breaking as she clings to me, and I glance up, straining to see past the wall of men blocking my view.
Passing Tahli off to Jols, who appears at my side, I shove my way through the Marx security to find a man bleeding on the ground.
“Who are you?” I demand, then bark to anyone that will listen, “What happened?”
“He came out of nowhere,” Alana blurts out, rushing to my side. “Like he was hiding in the grass or something.”
Frowning, I glance to where she points, and Riggs storms in that direction to investigate as I turn my attention back to the man.
“You look familiar,” I snap, and his lip curls as he glares up at me.
“You stabbed me once,” he seethes, and my brows hitch, memories slamming into me of the night Officer Allen and his cronies ambushed this place and took me.
But not before killing some of the Southern Sadists, and then shooting Jols and Millie.
“Fucking hell,” Riggs sighs, drawing everyone’s attention. “He fucking tunnelled in.”
My brows climb into my hairline as I spin to find Ringo. “They are tunnelling in now?”
“That must’ve taken fucking days,” Ringo snarls, shoving through the Marx men to come to my side.
“Like I had a fucking choice,” the man on the ground rasps, his voice cracking in desperation. “That fucking cult, and Allen, they’ve got my son. If I don’t come back with one of the Delaney girls, then my boy is fucking dead.”
“You and you, down the tunnel,” Riggs barks orders to two of his men. “Find where it leads and call it in.”
They nod without hesitation, lowering themselves into a man-made hole that could very well cave in on them at any moment.
Jesus. No one could pay me enough money to do that.
Tahli’s whimpers float to me from where Jols is trying to comfort her, and everything inside me screams to reach for a gun and shoot this bastard in the head, but Ringo is my voice of reason.
“Take him to the barn,” he orders, glaring at the thug on the ground. “Let’s show him the very best of hospitality until he coughs up a location for Banes or Allen.”
When Ringo’s eyes meet mine, I nod and flash him a mischievous smile.
“I wonder if Hush might like to help,” I murmur. “That sort of hospitality seems right up her alley.”