Page 54 of Deadly North
“Promise me you won’t die,” she whispers.
“You got it, babe.” My mouth comes down on hers, sealing the promise with a kiss. The fire that erupts between us is instant, flaring hot and insistent. I kiss her like she’s oxygen, like she’s life, because she is. This — what we have — this is the life I want.
Wrapping one arm around her, I lift her up against the wall of the bus. Her legs go around my waist. My hands go to her ass. She lets out a low moan and angles her hips against my already hard-as-a-bat cock. Jesus Christ, how does this woman turn me on so much that I’m ready to come in my goddamn jeans?
“You’re so fucking hot.” I rasp. “I need you now.”
Laughter burbles up from her throat. “Yes, please.”
Our lips find each other again. My tongue plunders her mouth, and it’s frantic and hectic and desperate. She breaks the kiss to pull her shirt off over her head. “Thank fuck,” I breathe, reaching up with one hand to flick open her bra and then pulling it off her. I lower my face to her breasts, find one sensitive peak, and tease it to erection. Gigi throws back her head, letting out a loud moan. God damn, the things that does to me. My cock gets even harder, throbbing painfully as I continue to tease her. I already know she’s gonna be wet as hell for me. I can’t wait to taste her: sweet like honey, like Gigi, likehome.
I pick her up and move her to the upholstered bench, laying her down on it. She looks up at me with hooded eyes, lips glistening and parted. I fucking love that I can do this to her, love seeing the desire, how much she wants it, needs it. She undoes the button on her shorts, and wriggles her hips as I pull them off her. The damp spot on her panties sends me into a fucking tailspin, but I tell my cock to back off and slide those off her, too, then kneel at the altar of her glorious pussy. Pushing her legs wide, I don’t waste any time taking what I need. I drink her in, too fucking turned on to draw this out because she needs it as much as I do. Gigi’s hands fist in my hair as I fuck her with my mouth, making her cry out, then go rigid and finally shudder, coming hard, her honey sweet on my tongue. Then seconds later, I’m inside her, her heat surrounding me and igniting a fire inside me that can only be quenched by her.
“Jesus Christ, how the fuck do you feel so good?” I hiss as I drive inside her. “Fuck, Gigi, this is… Fuck, fuck, fuck…” I’m fucking crazed, just seconds from losing control, and then oh fuck, Jesus, it’s here, I’m over the edge, and then I come so fucking hard I see stars.This woman is it for me,I think dizzily. Gigi is the one. I can never get enough of this. I can never get enough of her.
The thought should scare the shit out of me. And it sort of does.
But not nearly as much as the thought of ever losing her.
It’s only when I’m reaching for my pants to pull them on that I realize Gigi’s gone quiet. She’s folded her legs up against her chest, with her arms around them, and she’s staring at a spot on the opposite wall. A ball of dread starts to form in my stomach.
“G. You okay?” I slide on my jeans and go to sit next to her. “Shit, Gigi. Talk to me.”
“It’s…” She shakes her head violently, squeezing her eyes shut. “It’s nothing.”
“It absolutely is fucking not nothing.” Jesus, how did shit turn from good to bad so quickly? “Gigi, did I do something wrong?”
“No, I just…” She takes a few deep breaths to calm herself. I put an arm around her, worried she’ll pull away, but thank Christ she doesn’t. “It’s just, I had kind of a… flashback just now. From being at Dylan’s trailer.” Her wet eyes turn up to mine. “I don’t want to think about it,” she whispers, looking frantic. “But I couldn’t help it.”
Fucking Christ. Gigi’s been traumatized. Of course she has. She seems so fucking strong, I didn’t think about it. But of course she’d try to hide it. She’s tried to hide anything someone might read as weakness for as long as I’ve known her. She said Dylan didn’t rape her, but that doesn’t mean he didn’t do any damage.
“Oh, baby, I’m so sorry,” I croon, rocking her gently against me. “I’m so sorry that happened to you. It’s okay. Please don’t ever feel like you can’t tell me shit like that.”
Gigi sniffles. “I don’t want those thoughts in my head.”
“I know. We’ll get it taken care of, baby. You’re gonna be okay.”
Off in the distance, engines roar, distracting Gigi for a second. She blinks, then turns back to me. “You don’t think I’m… broken?”
“You’re the strongest person I know,” I tell her fiercely. “No way that piece of shit could ever break you.”
“I love you, Mack.”
“I fucking love you, Gigi. Don’t you forget it.”
I kiss her, putting everything I have into it. I need her to believe me. I need her to understand. She’s everything to me. Being with her matters more than anything. She kisses me back, just as passionately, but then she stops and pulls back for a moment, distracted.
“What’s up?”
“Sheesh, they’re just so loud,” Gigi murmurs breathlessly. “Sorry…”
It’s only when she says it that I realize she means the motorcycles. Not just one, more like a dozen. But that doesn’t make sense. I’d know if a dozen Royal Bastards were leaving on a run.
And if they were leaving, the roar would get softer. Not louder.
There’s a shout. And then another, louder shout. “Fuck!” I hiss.
“What? What is it?”