Page 23 of Too Far

“I need—” I start, but he growls in my ear and dives right back into the boxers, like he knows exactly what I need and can’t wait to give it to me.

I’m putty in his hands as he gently moves my fingers back to my tight bundle of nerves.

“Like this?” he confirms as he rubs me just the way I like.

Electricity zaps through me, lighting me up. “Fuck. Yes. Decker.”

“Can I fuck you with my fingers?” he pants into my ear.

“Please,” I practically beg.

The moment the word is out of my mouth, his thumb connects with my clit, and a steady pressure rises inside me as he slips two fingers into my pussy.

“Siren,” he murmurs, the word husky and reverent. “You’re so fucking tight, baby. So warm and wet and perfect.”

He massages my tense inner walls, fucking up and hitting the perfect spot every time. With his thumb, he caresses up and over the hood of my clit, only occasionally pressing right where I want him.

He’s doing it on purpose. It’s the tension I crave: the back and forth I’ve come to expect from this man.

He plays me like an instrument, his fingers inspiring a sultry, slow, aching buildup as I writhe in his lap.

“That’s it, baby. The fire between us burns so fucking hot. But I can make you feel good, too. I want to make you feel good forever.”

I’ve never come at the hands of this man.

That thought is what sends me spiraling.

“Cap,” I pant as I clench around his fingers.

“Say my name,” he growls, pressing so hard against my clit I gush around his hand.

“Decker,” I cry out, pulsing and writhing and reveling in our mutual flames.

“Decker. Decker. Decker.” His name is a mantra, a prayer.

I melt into his body as he whispers reassurance and praise in my ear. Encouragement likeThatta girlandI’ve never seen anything so beautifulandI love watching you come apart at my hand. So beautiful. So fucking beautiful… My Siren. My Josephine.

Texts: The Boys

Cap: Doing this via text because I’m afraid there’s nowhere we can go that we won’t be recorded. Kyl informed me last night that at least two of the mics in the kitchen are hot.

Kylian: Update. As of this morning, five mics are actively recording.

Locke: The fuck? How are they already recording?

Cap: They’re not supposed to be. But per the contract, they can use anything they collect.

Locke: Even if they’re not supposed to do it yet? Bullshit

Kendrick: Get used to it. They own our asses until they’re gone for good

Cap: Sorry, man. There’s nothing we can do now but get through it. I can’t shut down what we’ve already agreed to. Official coverage starts Thursday.

Locke: She’s not safe here

Cap: We can keep her safe. We can control how we function and what our priorities are. Our number one is to keep her safe.

Kylian: Obviously.