Page 30 of Duke
And, at that exact moment, still coming so hard I was dizzy and breathless, Temple’s mouth halfway down my throbbing shaft, the soft globes of her tits draped against my thighs—
A tall male form appeared in the hallway, holding a suppressed 9mm. He stopped as he came to the open doorway of the bathroom, pistol swinging to cover the opening.
Temple, head down, eyes closed, utterly focused on giving me the single most erotic moment of my entire motherfucking life, never even saw him.
I reacted instantly, instincts and training kicking in faster than thought. My pistol cleared my holster faster than it ever had before.
It’s funny how time slows down in those moments—I had time, somehow, between drawing my Beretta and pulling the trigger, for a thought to flash through my head:please don’t bite me, Jesus fuck, Temple, please don’t bite me—
I pulled the trigger twice, aiming for center mass, the concussions coming one after the other so fast they sounded like one report.
Temple screamed and fell backward, hands over her ears and, thank fuck, she didn’t bite down in shock.
My rounds hit dead center, two red circles spreading across the intruder’s chest, right over his heart.
The silence was sudden and deafening. Or maybe it was the ringing of my ears from two gunshots in a tiny, tiled-in bathroom that had me momentarily deaf.
And then Temple’s voice, soft, fearful. “Um, Duke? What—what the hell?”
I blinked, glanced down at her. She was sitting naked on the floor of the bathroom, huddled back against the corner where the tub met the wall. She had a string of my come dribbling down the side of her chin, about to drip off. I holstered the pistol and reached out slowly, carefully, aware that she might freak after the sudden violence. She flinched, brows drawing down, jaw hardening, but she didn’t cringe out of reach. I slid my thumb down from the corner of her mouth, wiping my come away. Only, the last droplet dangling from the edge of her jaw dripped free and landed on the upper swell of her breast. We both glanced down at it, and then I used my index finger to wipe that away too, lingering a little, just because.
And then her gaze went to the body slumped on the floor in the hallway, leaking a pool of blood. “Who’s that?”
I shrugged, following her gaze. “No idea. One of Cain’s assholes, I’m assuming. Real question is how they found this place, and how many more there are.”
At least I had toilet paper in this bathroom; I unrolled a huge wad and cleaned the mess off my stomach.
“What do we do?” she asked, rubbing at her ears in an attempt to clear the ringing.
“Get the fuck out of here, that’s what we do,” I said, standing up. Or rather,triedto stand up; my legs were still so weak and shaky I didn’t quite make it to my feet, and had to sit back down for a moment. “Good goddamn, Temple, that was…I swear to god I don’t have words for how fucking incredible that was.”
She blushed. “I don’t know what came over me—”
“You better not apologize,” I interrupted.
She managed a small grin. “Not apologizing. It was hot, watching you lose it like that.” And then her gaze went back to that stupid dead guy, ruining the moment. “I’m gonna be sick,” she said, twisting her head to one side and making a retching sound.
I made it to my feet, then reached down and lifted her to her feet. “Don’t look down, and don’t think about it.”
“Easy for you to say,” she murmured.
I pivoted us, so her back was to the hallway. “Just look at me, yeah? Think happy thoughts.”
“You just shot someone while I was sucking you off. What happy thoughts am I supposed to think?” She was shaking all over, and not in a good way; I had to keep her distracted.
“Think about how we sixty-nined. That was pretty fuckin’ hot, wasn’t it?” I pulled her against my body, pressing her face into my shoulder. “Think about that.”
I lifted her up, and her legs went around my waist. We were both still naked, and I knew there was no way anything else was happening now, but holy shit, she felt perfect like this wrapped around me. I stepped over the dead guy, glancing down to make sure he really was dead—his eyes were staring unseeing at the ceiling, so yeah, he was gone.
I moved into the weapons rooms where our clothes were, kicked the door shut with my foot, and then set Temple down. She was still shaking and shuddering, breathing hard, desperately trying to keep it together and doing damn good job. Her skirt was in a pile on the ground, so I snagged it, oriented it so the zipper was facing her back, and knelt in front of her. Lifted her heel, helped her step in.
“You don’t—I can—”
“Just step in, Fancy.” I helped her get her other foot into the opening of the skirt and then lifted it up around her waist, zipping it closed. Sad to cover such a gorgeous ass, but it was go time. “Just breathe, and think about whatever will distract you.”
“You distract me,” she said.
“I do? How so?” I stood up and rolled the lace of her bralette down over her breasts, then reached inside the material and pulled her breasts fully inside, like I’d seen done in the past.