Page 97 of The True Garza

“Fuck,” True grits out. “You’re killing me.”

When I’m finally stuffed full of him, I pause for several beats to savor the fullness.

“Stop fucking around and—”

I slap a hand over his mouth to shut him up, savoring the fullness a few seconds longer. Then I raise up and drive back down on him. True’s teeth sink into my palm.Good.You’re not the one on top now.

From there on, I ride him selfishly. To pleasuremyself,not him. Payback for leaving me hanging the last time.

Though, from all the muffled sounds he’s making behind my hand, the dreamy droop of his lids, and the steel-rod hardness of his cock inside me, this isn’t much of a punishment.

Wild and hard and intentional, I ride him, in all the ways I’ve fantasized about. Wave after wave of ecstasy crashing through me. And when my orgasm appears on the horizon like a rising sun, I don’t dawdle; I gallop straight to it like an unbridled horse.

True must be able to tell I’m almost there, because his fingers are on my clit in no time, urging me on, getting me there faster than anticipated. With an unladylike cry, I leap right into the sun. Incinerated into a ball of orgasmic light.

In shambles, my fingers dig into his shoulders, face buried into his neck, my walls clinging greedily to him. While I’m in the throes of being wrung free of all consciousness and cognizance, he grips my hips and takes over, fucking me from beneath.

Hard, steady, powerful. Like aman. Like therealone in charge. Hitting me deep. Pounding at my walls. Unrelenting. Rhythmless. Until a string of expletives explodes from him and his fingers sink into my flesh as he finds his own release.

Our hearts race together, one faster than the other. We hold each other until it’s all calm, quiet, and feel-good vibes.

“Don’t move,” True mutters as he locks his arms around me and stands from the couch.

Still inside me, my legs wrapped around him, he carries me off to the bathroom and sets me onto the vanity. And it’s only as he slowly pulls out of me, and hot, sticky liquid stains my inner thighs, does it hit me that we didn’t use a damn condom.

Shit.

“I’m sure you thought you were getting payback by being mean and selfish on top,” True says as he takes a washcloth from the cabinet, “but the last time I came that hard was when I lost my virginity.”

“We didn’t use a condom.”

“Exactly.” He runs the tap on the washcloth. “I haven’t raw-dogged since high school.”

I punch his shoulder. “Why didn’t you nudge me?”

“Me?” The fucker is grinning. “You told me I wasn’t part of it.”

“Oh my god.” I bury my face in my hands. “I’m so stupid.”

“What’re you so worried about?” He gently cleans me with the warm washcloth. “You’re on the injection, aren’t you?”

“How do you know that?” I drop my hands. “And I’m not worried about getting pregnant….”

“You’re worriedabout—” He pauses what he’s doing and lifts a brow at me. “You heard the part about me not fucking without a condom since high school, right?”

“That doesn’t mean anything when you’re a notorious fuckboy.” I shove at his shoulders. “The fact that you’re not even worriedImight have something makes it hard to believe you’ve always been safe.”

He doesn’t respond. Silence stretches as he thoroughly cleans me up and then himself. When he’s done, he walks out of the bathroom without a word.

He can’tpossiblybe upset with me right now. Only a reckless idiotwouldn’tbe worried after having unprotected sex with a playboy.

After washing my face and hands, I head back out to the main area. True isn’t here, but there’s movement upstairs.

Some minutes later, while I’m getting a bottle of water from the fridge, he returns with a manila envelope. He drops it to the kitchen island, then shoves it in my direction. “I get a checkup every eight weeks. And the checkup you did last week wasn’t for Red Cage, it was for me.”

Son of a bitch. I should’ve known.That doctor waswaytoo personal and thorough. “I should report you for abusing your power like that.”

He nods in agreement. “If you feel violated, you should.”