Page 35 of No Take Backs
“Now,” I moan against his mouth when he pauses to breathe. “I need you now.”
Reaching between our bodies, he is at my soaking wet entrance a moment later.
“Tell me to stop if you need to.”
Inch by agonizing inch, Josh pushes his massive cock inside my body, refusing to let me go, or go easy.
“Ahh,” I scream as I take him. Not in pain, but as the orgasm I’m not expecting tears through my body.
His finger is pressed against my clit, and his lips brush my neck before he bites down on my shoulder while he thrusts. Even as I contract around him, tightening against his intrusion, I want more. Need more than he’s given me so far.
Harder and deeper, every stroke seems to ignite parts of my body and psyche that I didn’t know existed a moment before. When his breath mingles with mine and we are both struggling for air, I take control, meeting every thrust with movement of my own until we are both on the brink of disaster.
“I’m ready,” I gasp, just about to topple over the edge of ecstasy.
Josh pulls almost all the way out of my body and I cry out in despair, only for him to slam all the way home.
We shatter together. I’ve always heard that seeing stars is a possibility. The blinking dots on the edge of my vision take over completely, making it impossible to do anything but feel the orgasm he rips from my very core.
“Amazing,” Josh whispers sometime later as he cleans my body with a wet washcloth. “I thought I was hallucinating, thinking it was that perfect between us.”
When he wraps his arms around me again, the same way he had the first time we were together, I don’t freeze. I don’t panic. I don’t wait for him to fall asleep so I can run away.
Even if every fiber of my being is telling me that it’s time to run.
“If you try to run,” Josh whispers against my forehead. “I’ll tie you to the bed with your bra until I find a pair of handcuffs.” It is like he’s read my mind, that freaking ninja.
“Ninja,” I tell him sleepily. “I’m not running.”
“Good.” He kisses me on the cheek. “I’m going to wake you up for more as soon as I catch my breath.”
14
JOSH
“You two are disgustingly sweet, and I’m tired of it,” Kevin grouses from his spot on the couch, his voice dripping with mock annoyance.
He’s sprawled out in his usual spot, one arm slung over the back of the couch while the other holds a half-empty cup of coffee. His eyes track our every movement, and there’s a hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his lips, betraying the playful nature of his complaint. It’s become a routine, really. Kevin throwing in his sarcastic commentary while Nia and I move around the apartment in sync, getting ready for the day. But beneath the teasing, there’s something else in his gaze. Maybe a bit of envy, or maybe just the slightest pang of loneliness. I can’t quite tell, but it tugs at me, making me wonder if he misses having someone to share these small, everyday moments with.
“You’re just jealous because I don’t believe in threesomes.” Nia shoots back with a laugh, her voice light and teasing as she pours Kevin a fresh cup of coffee from the pot she just brewed. There’s a playfulness in her tone that I’ve come to adore, a sharp wit that she wields effortlessly. She hands him the cup, her fingers brushing against his for just a second before she pulls away.
Even if she is joking, the thought of anyone—even Kevin—touching her sends a shard of rage into my chest.
“Easy, boy.” Her hand comes to rest over my heart and I stop in my tracks, not realizing that I’ve taken a step forward.
After a month of dating, either Nia is at our apartment or I’m at her house every single day. Not only that, but I am one hundred percent sure that I’m in love with her. I’m also sure that if I tell her that I love her, she’ll go running in the opposite direction like she’s got her ass on fire.
I already had to tie her to my bed to keep her from sneaking out the first time she spent the night. Yes, she said that she was only trying to respect my privacy, but that is no excuse to leave a man’s bed at two in the morning.
Since then, she hasn’t tried to flee, but that doesn’t mean I’m not panicked and sitting on the edge of my seat, just waiting for her to find a reason to leave.
“You two have to work, and I have a couch that needs to be slept on,” Kevin prompts, causing me to shoot an annoyed glance in his direction.
“Come on.” Nia’s fingers fit perfectly against mine, and I use my free hand to grab both of our duffel bags. “He’s right. We’ve got work, and I feel like today’s going to be a great day.”
But twenty hours later, I’m standing in the aftermath of chaos, staring at Nia as she works quickly and efficiently to save a life. Her hands are moving with practiced precision as she and Gem give oxygen to the unconscious man we just pulled from his burning camp, assessing the damage and what they will have to do.
The air is thick with smoke, the acrid scent of burning wood and charred metal clinging to my turnout gear, and all I can think about are Nia’s words from this morning.