Page 47 of Dead Serious: Case 3 Mr Bruce Reyes

Mindful of his leg and sore ribs, I brace my hands against the back of the sofa either side of his head and lean in, my lips hovering a fraction above his.

“Hi,” I whisper with a smile.

“Hi.” He smiles back.

“We’re finally all alone.”

“Is that right?” His hands skim up my splayed thighs, coming to rest at my hips where he grips gently.

“Mm-hm.” I hum. “You know it’s a fact that dopamine, endorphins, and oxytocin are all released through sexual pleasure.” I release the back of the sofa and slowly skim my hands up his torso, careful not to put too much pressure on his ribs. “Endorphins are natural painkillers which can act as an analgesic to help reduce your pain and promote euphoria.” I graze my short nails over his nipples, feeling them tighten when I then sweep the pads of my thumbs across them. Danny’s head falls back against the sofa, and he lets out a gasp of pleasure. “And oxytocin”–I continue my path down his chest, dancing my fingertips over his hot skin–“reduces tight muscles.”

“I’ve got a tight muscle you can play with.” He grins, and I can’t help it, I let out a rather loud and unattractive snort.

He laughs loudly. “What was that?”

“Your fault,” I snigger as I roll my eyes and move to climb off him.

“No, no, don’t go.” He laughs again as his grip on my hips tightens. “I’m sorry. Talk doctor to me again, please? It’s weirdly hot.”

“You’re such an idiot.” I smile as one of his hands leaves my hip and snakes around the back of my neck. Pulling me down, he leans into me and smoothly takes my lips.

Damn, the boy has moves. I sink down into his addictive kiss, feeling the reassuring grip of his hand as he cups the back of my neck to keep me where he wants me.

I’m so desperate for him as his tongue slides into my mouth. It feels like forever since we’ve been naked together, what with my flu, his banged-up body, and our well-meaning but overbearing friends, both alive and dead.

“Tris,” he whispers against my mouth, and that breathy tone shoots straight to my dick. If I hadn’t already been hard just from his kiss, that would’ve done it. “I want you so badly.”

“What if I hurt you?” I groan as he releases my mouth and tilts my head so he can trail kisses down my throat.

“We’ll just have to be careful,” he mutters between kisses. “But I’m dying to make you come.”

I can’t lie, I’m putty in his hands. My thoughts are so scattered I’m pretty sure I’d agree to anything that came out of his mouth right now.

I turn my head and take his lips again, unconsciously rocking my hard cock against his as we kiss slowly.

“Yes,” I hiss against his mouth as he grabs my bum cheeks in his hands and massages them, directing me to rock against him harder.

Once again, I’m not sure exactly what I’m saying yes to, but as long as it ends up with us both coming, I’m golden.

“Please, Tris,” he pants against my mouth, and I push his t-shirt up his torso. I’ve got my tongue in his mouth and just as I slip my fingers into the waistband of his shorts, I get the strangest feeling of being watched.

Danny must feel it too because we pause, our lips still pressed together but our tongues back in our own mouths as we slowly turn our heads to the side, only to find an uninvited guest staring at us with a neutral expression.

“Am I interrupting?” Death says calmly.

“Seriously?” I pull my hand from Danny’s shorts and sit up straighter. “Doesn’t anyone knock anymore?”

“Would that make you feel better?” Death tilts his head in curiosity, as if he can’t quite comprehend the need for knocking… or privacy, it seems.

“Yes,” I snap. “It would bloody make me feel better.”

He gives me a puzzled look and shrugs, then waves his hand absently in the direction of the door. A loud knocking sounds out.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” I say dryly.

“What?” Death replies. “You said you wanted me to knock.”

I let out a small wail of frustration and flop forward, burying my face in the crook of Danny’s neck as his hand lifts to stroke my back comfortingly.