Page 52 of Cruel Debts (Killers of Port Wylde #4)

I dragged Trinity to the front of the car, set her on the hood, and tipped her face up to mine. I took about two seconds to stare into her soulful, worried eyes before I dove in and threw all my hesitation to the wind, my lips hungry and demanding, my kiss brutal and filled with need.

It only took another second and a half for her hands to slide up the front of me and pull me closer, accepting the surrender for what it was, taking it all in stride as she got what she'd wanted this whole time.

All of us.

Finally.

If Keehn really was out there somewhere still, he could kick my ass later for what I was about to do to his sister. Right now, I didn't give two fucks about anyone but me and her.

"Trinity," I breathed, desperate and frantic, very unlike myself. "You have about two seconds to tell me to fuck off, or else?—"

"You came for me," she breathed, gripping me by the back of my head, her fingers tangled in my short hair as she tugged our foreheads against each other. The emotion brimming in the depths of her eyes was almost too much to look at directly. "You do care."

"I never meant what I said; it was a lie. I'm sorry." My hands roamed her body, shoving her on her back with a groan. "You've always been more than a means to an end. You've been endgame from day one. And I'm tired of pretending I don't want what you want."

"What's that?"

"This."

I gripped the flimsy bra they had her in on both sides and ripped it apart, flinging it in the alley as I moved to her panties next, making short work of them, too.

When she was bare on the top of my car, I flipped her over, tugged her ass down to the edge of the hood, and delivered a firm smack to the curve of her ass.

As she yelped, she backed up on me just an inch. Her back arched as she flattened her palms on the hood of the car and looked inside it, making eye contact with whoever was watching—probably both of them.

"That's for running off when you shouldn't have.

" I gave her another, relishing the way my cock jumped as she whimpered, as her ass turned a pretty pink.

"That's for getting yourself in trouble," I growled, yanked myself out of my pants, and lined myself up at her dripping entrance, and leaned over her back.

"And this is for trusting me enough to call me when you needed help. "

I slammed into her with a roar, and in seconds, we were rutting like animals, me fucking up into her while she slid up the length of the car, her loud moans and whines like a musical sonata of the night composed specifically for me.

With every thrust, she rose up for a better angle, and when her hands reached back and found the one I had pressed against her spine, I gripped them and used the advantage to restrain her as I rammed forward, filling her up like she'd been begging me to do from the first day she walked back into my life.

"You like this? Is this what you wanted?" My words had a hard edge, but they lacked the maliciousness that my earlier tirade was delivered with. "Me, inside you, filling you up until you come all over my cock?"

"Fuck yes," Trinity moaned, hair falling in her face. "Please, yes, more?—"

"Whatever you want," I told her, and just like that, I was a machine, a man no longer.

My hips snapped into her ass with increasing desperation, and the two of us chased a high that only came from surviving a life-or-death situation like she had.

Like I had. The thrill, the rush, the reaffirmation of life, it was all too much, and with a groan, I emptied myself inside her, just as her pussy clenched down on me and strangled my cock.

"Trin," I sighed, falling over her back, my grip releasing her hands as I gasped for air. "I'm sorry."

"I'm not," she whispered back, her heart damn near beating out of her ribcage. I could feel the rapid beating against my cheek as I lay against her shoulder and just drank this euphoria in for a moment. "I'm not sorry at all for what just happened."

"Not that, I—I meant for back at the Guild." I ran a hand down the side of her torso—her very naked torso—and frowned. "Shit. What are we going to do about your lack of clothes?"

Hawke's shirt flew out the window, and I picked it up and frowned at the man currently hanging out the window, staring at us with a look of irritation.

"Put it on her and get in the damn car, Liam. You can kiss ass later. We've got places to be. Namely, back at home, where she belongs."

Where she belongs.

He had a point. She belonged with us. She had always belonged with us. We were just too stupid, too stubborn, to admit it. And now that she had us all wrapped around her fingers, it was evident that she'd never be going back to that old life she had.

I'd fight the entire McCoy clan if I had to to keep her with us.

Trinity slipped Hawke's oversized shirt over her head and moved over to the passenger side door, opening it with a glare in Asher's direction.

"I want shotgun," she muttered, and he was all too happy to give her what she asked for, being the whipped dog he was. Hell, we all were. I had a feeling not a single one of us would refuse her if she asked us to rearrange the mayor's face on national television simply for breathing.

I expected her to stare me down as we headed back to the headquarters. I didn't expect her to bend over the center console and blow me in the car just feet away from my two best friends as I tried desperately not to wreck us.

And so it began.

Life with Trinity McCoy would never be boring, that was for sure.