Page 80 of Burdens

I then pushed the tip of my finger through her tight rim and her eyes popped wide open.

“You don’t—” A moan fell from her lips and cut her off as I pushed my finger inside farther. “You don’t play fair,” she managed to get out through a strained voice.

I softly nipped at her bottom lip. “I never claimed to play fair,” I said, resting my forehead against hers.

With her leg already draped over my front, she grinded her wet pussy against the outer side of my thigh as I slowly worked my finger in and out of her. Her green eyes stared intently into mine, and my other hand wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer.

Her breath feathered against my lips and my cock throbbed at attention from the sound of her soft moans, the feel of her against me, the feel of her wrapped so tightly around my finger.

A groan escaped my lips when her hand skated over my chest and she gingerly wrapped her fingers around me, squeezing.

She swiped her thumb over the pre-cum already leaking at the tip and smeared it down my length.

I was about to roll on top of her, wanting to be inside her, when a loud knock on the iron door resounded in the house, breaking the moment.

We immediately both jolted at attention. Amalia swiftly reached under the bed and came back with two guns in hand.

I looked at her, bewildered.

“What?” she questioned, handing me one.

I huffed out a laugh and grabbed it from her. “Did you have guns there all along?”

She raised a brow. “Do you think I’d come to a safe house unarmed?”

“No, but.” I shook my head. “Never mind.”

She quickly got up and pulled my shirt over her head and slipped her underwear and pants back on. She turned back to find me staring at her and smiling.

Her green eyes locked on mine, a confused look in them. “Noah, why are you smiling? Get up.” She chucked a clean shirt at my head and I caught it.

Pulling the black T-shirt over my head, I said, “Nothing, I just like seeing you with my clothes on.”

Another knock came on the front door.

She threw open another closet door, grabbing something from inside before facing me again and tossing another piece of clothing my way—this time linen pants. “We don’t have time for this. The person outside might be trying to kill us.”

I got out of bed and pulled the bottoms on. “Would someone trying to kill us knock on the door first?” I deadpanned, raising a brow.

She let out an annoyed breath and checked her gun before leaving the room without another word.

I laughed under my breath and followed her out. I hurried my steps and pushed her behind me, glaring at her above my shoulder before she could protest.

We neared the front door when another knock reverberated against the iron door.

“Who is it?” I shouted for the person behind the door to hear, my gun pointed at them. The nice thing about iron doors was that it didn’t matter if the person behind was an intruder and armed. They couldn’t shoot and actually hit us.

Amalia slapped my shoulder. “What are you doing?” she hissed under her breath. “Do youwantto get us killed?”

I peered at her over my shoulder and narrowed my eyes at her. “Dramatic, much,” I mouthed to her.

“It’s me, open up,” a voice yelled from behind the door.

Jamal.

I lowered my gun and moved to unlock the door, when Amalia’s fingers shot out to grip my upper arm.

“Who is it?” she asked.