Page 51 of Killer Notes

“I’m not going to last,” he groans, his fingers gripping hard at my hips as he pushes in deeper.

I know there will be bruises on my hips in the morning. But I’m not mad at that idea.

“Neither will I,” I utter as I feel him skin to skin. “Tobias. You feel so good.”

“Stroke yourself, baby,” Tobias commands.

I reach my dick with my left hand and begin jacking myself slowly in time to Tobias’s thrusts. Then he pulls me back against his sweat slicked chest, and wraps one arm around my middle, while his other hand cups my jaw. He turns my face up to his. Our mouths a mere millimeter apart.

“You’re mine.” He places a gentle kiss on my lips as his eyes remain open and fixed on mine. In those precious moments, we’re joined by more than our bodies. We are connected, like our souls are entwined. There’s only me and Tobias in this world.

“I’m yours,” I confess in a whisper. My eyes don’t waver from his face, confirming my declaration.

“I know.” Then his cock slams into me over and over, hitting my gland with absolute precision. My body splinters, stars explode across my vision and every nerve ending lights up like I’m doused in gasoline.

“Tobias,” I scream out his name as jets of cum pump out of my cock with each strong stroke.

“Fuck—fuck-fuck.” Tobias thrusts deep once more, grinding into my ass and groans, and then he spills his release into the condom.

We both fall forward onto the bed. I love how his full weight is on top of me.

A whole minute passes before Tobias slowly pulls out and gets off the bed without a word. I turn on my back and watch his sexy ass walk out of the bedroom. He strides back with a warm washcloth, wipes the cum off my stomach and any remnants from the bed.

Tobias throws the cloth somewhere, climbs back into bed and pulls me into him. I don’t fight him, even though I’m lying in the wet spot. I love being right where I am. In his strong arm, falling fast asleep, safe and sound.

CHAPTEREIGHTEEN

Tobias

I stir awake, my eyes trying to adjust to the darkness of the room. Glancing at the nightstand, the digital clock reads ten p.m.

Damn. We fucked and slept most of the day away. There’s a glorious ache in my legs and back and my dick is slightly sore. I’m not sure, but if I’m feeling this way, I can’t imagine how Danny’s ass is any better.

Lying here, with Danny by my side, I can understand why he doesn’t want to leave. This place is quiet and he can be himself. I realize the idea of finding another place to hide out is moot. I will have to be diligent on perimeter checks and make sure Danny stays in my line of sight at all times. I’m sure he’ll be happy to hear we’re not leaving.

My stomach starts growling. I carefully slide out of bed without waking Danny. As I tug up my sweat pants, I take in my lover’s sleeping form. Even in the dark, the restful calm on his face has me smiling.

I softly close the bedroom door and head to the kitchen for something to eat. I’m about to take out some lunchmeat for a sandwich, when I see headlights spearing the room. I retrieve my gun, and carefully make my way to the slider door.

All my senses are on high alert as I creep out, and head around to the front—keeping behind the tall bushes against the house. I peek through the thick branches, and I spot a familiar car… the same one that sped off earlier today.

“Fuck,” I mutter.Carl. I step out from behind the bushes, and take several long strides to my ex. “The first warning wasn’t enough for you, Carl?”

“Here me out, Tobias.” Carl raises his hands in surrender.

“You have nothing to say that I want to hear.” I turn my back to him. “You know how to leave.”

Carl grips my arm and tries to stop me. I turn around to tell him to let go, when he plants an open mouth kiss on me.

Stunned by my ex’s action, I stand there for an entire beat before I reel back and push the asshole off me. Carl stumbles back, almost falling on his ass, but I don’t give a shit.

Then I hear, “What the hell?”

I spin around to find Danny standing there in my boxers, no shirt on, with Saint at his side. My man might be a head shorter than my ex, but Danny’s glare could melt half of Antarctica.

He’s pissed, but I’m not sure if it’s at me or Carl. Or both of us.

“Dan—,” I start to explain, but he raises a hand and cuts me off.