Page 47 of Iron Will
Her arms wind around my neck as I drink her in, and it almost undoes me, the way she starts to grind against me like a wild thing. This is a Laney I’ve never seen before — unafraid, uninhibited, untamed. She kisses me back like I’m water, like I’m air, like I’m her lifeline. Laney’s body has taken control; gone is the buttoned up social worker. Gone is the fiery, dark-haired vixen with the tart tongue who has a retort to every word I say. In their place is a girl who needs release — who’s giving herself to me and no one else, right here, right now.
My hand slips between us. Somehow I make my brain work well enough to unzip my jeans, then to slide hers down too. She steps out of them and I grab her ass and lift her onto me, wrapping her legs around my waist. Her whimper turns to a low, needy moan, and I can tell she’s already close to coming. There’s no way in hell either of us is going to last very long, so I abandon all thoughts of drawing this out.That will come later. There’ll be time for everything else later.It barely registers that I’ve never looked forward to the second time with any woman before. And sure as hell not before I’ve even had her the first time. But there’s no fucking way I’ll have enough of Laney Hart after just once.
As she writhes against, me, I let out a low groan and move my lips from her mouth to her neck. “Jesus Christ, you feel good, Laney,” I growl. “You’re gonna be the death of me.”
In response, she swivels her hips, all instinct and animal need. “Rourke…” she gasps. “Oh, God, that feels good. Please… more.”
Bracing her against the wall, I slide my fingers between us, grazing them against the soaking fabric of her panties. Her sharp intake of breath makes my cock swell as I realize how close she is. She clings tighter to me and moans again, shuddering slightly at the contact of my finger as I slip it under the fabric. Then it’s my turn to moan. She’s so wet. Wet for me. Wet for this.
Then, my other hand cupping her ass, I slide the pulsing head of my cock against the slick skin of her pussy.
It’s only for a second or two, but suddenly Laney goes completely rigid. Then, a moment later, she shatters, shuddering against me as her orgasm tears through her. Knowing I’m only seconds behind her, I shove my hips forward and drive myself inside her. Laney gasps and throws her head back, breathing ragged. She’s so goddamn tight, her walls pulsing around me, and the blood gets louder in my head, my vision tunneling until all I see is her face, mouth half-open in ecstasy, every cell of her body mine right now, all mine…
I piston in and out of her one final time, and then everything explodes around me as I empty myself deep inside her, holding her close as the world blurs completely, then slowly — so slowly — comes back into focus.
She’s still in my arms, her legs wrapped around mine as I carry her through the house, lit only by the dim light of the street lamp outside and a small night light in the hall.
“Last door on the left,” she murmurs against my chest, already starting to sound sleepy.
And then, it hits me.
A wave of anger at myself washes over me as I realize how badly I just fucked up. I’ve just done something I’veneverallowed myself to do before.
“Shit,” I murmur against her hair.
“What?” she asks, alarmed. She lifts her head from my chest and looks into my eyes.
“Fuck, Laney, I forgot to use a condom. I’m sorry. Jesus, I swear it didn’t even cross my mind.”
For a split-second I’m sure she doesn’t believe me, and the thought makes me feel sick inside. Then her eyes soften.
“I’m on the shot,” she tells me, with a slight shake of her head. “And I haven’t had sex in… well…” She ducks her head. “Awhile, let’s just say.”
We’re in her bedroom now. I lean down and sit down on the bed, with her still wrapped around me.
“I swear to God I’m clean,” I promise her. “I don’t fuck without wrapping up Vlad the Impaler first. Ever.”
She blinks in surprise, and then starts to giggle helplessly.
“Seriously?” she gasps in between giggles. “You call your dick Vlad the Impaler?”
“No,” I admit. “I just said that to make you laugh.”
I’m not even closeto having enough of Laney. The second time I take her is slower, though not much gentler. And when she calls out my name as she shudders underneath me, I feel like the king of the goddamn world.
Afterwards, she falls asleep in my arms.
And for the first time in my life, it never even occurs to me to leave.
I barely sleep, though. Instead, I just lie there staring up at the ceiling, listening to her breathe.
Just as her bedroom starts to lighten with the first pinks of the morning sun, I slip out of bed and pull on my clothes. I need to go home and grab a shower, then get to the clubhouse in time for the run to meet with Chaco Dos Santos.
I’m quiet as I move around the room. In the half-light, I watch Laney for a few seconds as she sleeps. Her hair is strewn around her face on the pillow. The sheets are down just far enough for me to catch the swell of her breasts.
As I remember her soft cries last night when she came around my cock, I have to talk myself out of climbing back into the bed with her. I surprise myself by being damn disappointed I’m not gonna be here when she wakes up.
I leave her house, careful to lock the door behind me. To keep her safe, until I can see her again.