Page 47 of Covert (Ruthless Love #2)

"I'll get a burner as soon as possible and message you.

God, I've missed you," she says, pushing me to sit on the leather couch.

She straddles me and I'm hard. I hadn't come tonight thinking about sex, but to have my woman here, within reach, and only for tonight, I can't help myself.

I fist the hair at the base of her neck and bring her lips to mine.

I need her. I need to feel her. I need that reassurance that she is real, that she's okay .

She drags her warm pussy against my hard cock, and I groan. I haven't gotten hard since she left. Even remembering the sexy times with her hadn't gotten me hard. My heart ached too damn much. But having her here, my body comes back to life. And my cock wants her.

I push her off of me, and she stands but wavers a little.

"I need to feel you." I don't fucking care if we have an audience, I need my girl like I need my next breath.

I unzip her pants before shoving them roughly down her hips.

We're clumsy, rushed, needy, as we remove her leather pants and my jeans and boots.

Once naked from the bottom down, her still wearing those fuck-me heels, though, I pull her down on top of me.

Without hesitation, she impales herself on my cock, and we both groan.

The girls on the stage seem to have finished and are watching us now. I don't know if I have an exhibitionist kink, but the male pride in me swells, and I want nothing more than an audience to show how hard I can make my girl come.

"We have an audience," I whisper, moving her hair to the side and nipping at her neck.

"And?" she retorts. She's half out of her mind with lust.

"Just wanted to make sure you were good with it before I make you mine," I growl, my hand wrapping around her throat.

She kisses me hard, rotating her hips against mine.

The friction is delicious, amazing, and I know at this angle I'm hitting her deep.

Fuck, I'm going to come before she does if she keeps this up.

I duck my head and pull one of her nipples into my mouth, while I bring one hand between us and circle her clit.

Her mewls increase, her panting quickens, and I take a look at the girls on the stage.

They're both watching us, fingering each other as if they can't control themselves with how turned on they are.

I focus my attention back on my woman. Of course, they're turned on; she's desire in human form. She's grace, and innocence, and sex, and beauty, and strength combined in a single body. She's magnetic and she doesn't even know it.

She moans my name and squeezes my cock with her walls. She's coming. And it puts me over the edge. I come with her, my big arms wrapped all the way around her, holding her to me. Her inner walls spasm as she comes, milking my cock and prolonging my orgasm.

I fucking love this woman. I may not know her past or her future, but right now? This Nikki? I love this woman.

"I love you," I whisper into her neck. She's still catching her breath, and her hair sticks to her sweaty neck.

She leans back, looking me in the eye and taking my face in her hands. "I love you more," she whispers. And for a moment, I believe she believes that.

"So what do we do?" I ask. I'm still inside of her, our combined releases dripping down my thighs, but I can't let her go. I won't let her go. I need to know there's a future where we're together.

She stills, her face going blank. "I can't meet you here anymore.

I have some people at my back, but not everyone can be trusted.

It's not safe for you." I believe her. I'll do whatever she asks.

"I'll get a burner phone, and then we can chat.

I promise you. It's my number one priority.

" She pauses for a moment. "How are the other two? "

I can't lie to her, so I soften the truth. "Beckett's looking for you, the best way he knows how. And Axel... Axel is doing a crazy investigation into your family." She nods, thinking .

"That's good... that may be helpful." She presses her hands into my shoulder and steps off me.

"Baby, I loved that you were here. I loved seeing you, but you can't return. If my father even gets a suspicion that I love you guys, it'll be over. He'll put hits out on you," she says, so casually, while she adjusts her clothes.

I wrap my hand around her wrist and tug her to me again.

Emotion clogs my throat as my mind spins with everything I need to tell her; everything I need to hear from her. She looks down sadly at me, knowing exactly what I need. Her hand comes to rest against my cheek.

"I will make it back to you. I just need you to be patient. Give me a few more months."

I turn and press a kiss to her palm. Everything in me is demanding that I rage; that I burn the city down in order to get to her. But I push that need down. What I really need is to trust her. Trust that she's smart, capable, and working hard to find her way back to us.

"I love you." My voice cracks.

She brings her forehead to mine. "I love you, too. Tell them that? Tell the boys that I love them. And that I'm coming back. I'm coming home."

I swipe at the tear that threatens to fall as I watch her walk out of the room, and away from me.