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CHAPTER 36

Kilo

I t had taken me a long time to fall asleep, despite the fact that I’d been exhausted. Every time I closed my eyes, I watched Ashley shove Camila down to the ground inside that circle of headlights. I saw the gleam on the barrel of the gun that Kruzman had pointed at her head. The terror and apology in her eyes when she looked back at me.

Fuck me. That could have gone so badly.

I was grateful it had worked out. That my brothers had been there to back me up. That my woman was lying in my arms right now as the sun shone through the window. The AC kicked into gear, telling me it was later in the afternoon as the machine struggled to keep up with the heat outside the house.

Stretching, I opened my eyes and looked down at Camila. Her dark lashes rested on her cheeks and her soft lips curved into a little smile. I was glad she seemed to be having good dreams. She deserved them after what she went through yesterday. She’d given us a little rundown on how Ashley had come to Roger’s home.

There was no way for us to know he’d already been watching Camila’s house. Or that he’d followed us. I guess in a way it worked out for the best because we killed two birds with one stone. Now there was no one left who would come for my old lady. All we had to do was wait for the FBI to realize that Kruzman was in the wind. Or that was what they would think. They’d assume he’d disappeared in order to avoid being prosecuted and sent to prison. The guys made sure no one would find the bodies out there in the desert.

“Morning,” Camila said, her eyes still closed. Her voice was soft and groggy.

“Afternoon,” I told her.

“Mmmm.” Her smile widened. “It’s Friday. That means we can stay in bed all day.”

I was pretty sure she didn’t mean it like that, but my dick stirred anyway. “Good point.” Rolling, I placed my hands on either side of her head.

Her eyes fluttered open and she smiled up at me. She reached up and cupped my face. “Should I say thank you again?”

“No,” I growled. “But you can show me.” I gave her a cocky grin before I leaned down and kissed her. She softened under me, opening so that my tongue could tangle with hers.

Fuck, she tasted good.

I pulled back and she was breathless. “Was that enough of a thank you?”

“Nope.”

She laughed and pushed on my chest. “I want to brush my teeth.”

“Nope. I’m about to have my breakfast.” I shoved the t-shirt she was wearing up and sucked her nipple into my mouth.

She gasped, her back arching, and her fingers threading into my hair. “Kilo!”

I switched to her other nipple, tugging on it with my teeth before I released her and continued kissing down her stomach.

“This seems a little backward. Wasn’t I supposed to be thanking you?” she asked as I pushed the blankets out of the way.

“You’ll get over it.”

Her breathy laugh ended in a gasp as my mouth latched onto her pussy. She tasted sweet and my dick throbbed, begging to sink into her, but this wasn’t about me. Not yet. This was about Camila. I wanted her to feel alive. To know that this was what she’d have to look forward to from now on. I wanted her life to be nothing but fun and light. She’d had enough heavy shit weighing her down.

Circling her clit with my tongue, I smiled as she grasped my head. I didn’t know if she was hanging on, or trying to urge me to give her more, all I knew was she wasn’t pulling me away. Not that I’d let her. I was going to make her come over and over. I wanted her limp and satisfied. Wanted to wash away all the bad shit she’d seen last night.

I slid a finger into her tight, wet pussy. She clenched around me, moaning as she arched her hips. Fuck, she was so responsive.

Her gasps and groans were so damn sexy, I had to try to focus on something else or I was going to fuck her before I was ready. I wanted her mindless. Lost in pleasure and bliss. That was going to require more than one orgasm to achieve.

My tongue flicked across her clit and she cried out, her thighs tightening around my head as I drove her closer to her orgasm. My finger pumped inside her, then I added a second.

“Oh God, Kilo!”

Hearing my name fall from her lips as she came was the best sound in the world. She was shaking and shuddering. Her thighs trembled in a way that filled me with smug satisfaction, but I didn’t stop. Even when her body relaxed and her gasps softened, I didn’t stop. She tried to bat at my head, so I captured her wrist, pinning it to the bed.

“I’m sensitive.”

I eased the pressure on her clit, but I didn’t stop swirling my tongue. Easing my fingers from her soaked little pussy, I grabbed her other wrist and pinned that to the bed as I started eating her out like a man possessed. I was still soft with it but there wasn’t an inch of her drenched pussy that wasn’t going to get attention.

“Oh!” she cried out and her hips arched into me. “It’s too much.”

It wasn’t, or her hips wouldn’t be moving with me the way they were. She wouldn’t be starting to moan again. I lapped at her, figuring out all the places that made her groan.

I slid my fingers back into her body, groaning against her clit. She was so fucking sexy. Her pussy was soaking wet and the sounds it made as I continued to finger fuck her were loud in the quiet room.

She left her hands where I’d pinned them to the bed, even though I wasn’t holding them there anymore. She was twisting the blankets up in her grasp. And she was breathing like she’d just run a mile.

“You’re going to come for me again, Mercy,” I growled against her wet flesh. “And then I’m going to fuck you until you come a third time.”

“Oh,” she gasped. “I don’t... I can’t.”

She could. I’d make sure of it. She was already on the verge of another orgasm.

“Please, Kilo. I can't,” she sobbed.

I licked her clit and curled my fingers inside her body, searching out that sensitive spot. She gasped and bucked into me. I draped my free arm over her hips, forcing her to stay where I wanted her. She was mine to drive as wild as I wanted. Mine to take pleasure from. To give multiple orgasms to. I was going to spend the rest of my life reminding her why she’d chosen me. Why she loved me.

I sucked her clit into my mouth and she came, screaming my name. Hearing her say my name like that, made my cock leak. I didn’t give her time to come down from the high this time. Grabbing her by the hips, I flipped her and smacked her ass. Her gasp was like music to my ears as I jerked her hips back, lined up, and sank my aching dick into her soft, wet cunt. “Fuck,” I breathed.

Her upper body sank down until she had her tits and cheek pressed to the sheets. Her arms were stretched out above her head to help her balance.

Goddamn she was sexy. That sweet ass was a dream to look at as I fucked her from behind.

She didn’t try to hold back. Not her moans. Or her orgasms. She let me drive her out of her mind with lust. The sounds she was making were going to be my undoing.

Reaching around, I grabbed her throat, squeezing a little, but not cutting off her air supply.

She cried out and her pussy clenched around me. “Oh God!”

I tightened my hold on her throat and leaned over, biting her shoulder. “You like that?”

She nodded, looking at me from the corner of her eye.

We’d have to play with that a little later because I was putting a lot of weight onto her and I didn’t want to hurt her. Raising back up, I grabbed both her hips and pounded into her. The slap of our bodies was loud, but it was nothing compared to her cries and the sound of the headboard thumping against the wall. It was a damn good thing I didn’t live in an apartment with neighbors or we’d be getting complaints.

“I’m going to come,” she cried out. I slowed a bit and the little growl of frustration she gave was so sexy, I grinned. “I didn’t say stop!” she snapped.

Chuckling, I smacked her ass. “Maybe I don’t want you coming yet,” I told her. She felt too damn good. Hot and wet and I loved having my cock inside her.

“What happened to fucking me until I came?” she countered.

My eyebrows shot up and I leaned over her again, bringing my face close to hers. “My woman gets a bit angry when I don’t give her what she wants. Interesting.”

“Kilo,” she said, her voice a plea.

“What do you want, Mercy?”

“Make me come!”

“Ask nicely.”

She grumbled something under her breath, sounding pissed. “Please, make me come.”

“I love you,” I whispered, then straightened up and drove back into her, fucking her hard and fast. Reaching around, I toyed with her slippery clit, adding to the sensations I knew were battering at her. Within minutes, she was screaming my name as her body convulsed around me, squeezing me tightly. My thrusts became jerky as I tried to fight back my own orgasm. I didn’t want this to end, but it was too damn good to resist. My cum exploded inside her body and a few more thrusts had me seeing stars.

Bracing my weight with one hand on the mattress, I gripped her hip with the other while I rode through my own pleasure. Fuck. If we kept this kind of sex up she was going to end up killing me when I was an old man. But what a way to go. Death by orgasm. My chest was heaving as I laid back down, pulling her close.

My eyes were just about to close when a thought occurred. “Shit.”

“What?” she mumbled. There was a smile on her face again.

I didn’t want to ruin the moment, but she had the right to know. “Forgot the condom.”

Her lashes lifted and she looked up at me. Sighing, she rested her cheek back on my chest. “We’ll figure it out later.”

Chuckling, I shook my head. I didn’t know what that meant, but she was too tired and satiated to deal with it now, so I relaxed. She was right. We’d deal with it, and anything else, later. Together.