Page 104 of Ricochet

Because he does. Because I’ve already told him I’m his. Once I did that, I already loved him.Thatwas my big confession, not this.

“I love you too,” he says. “You’re mine, Callum, and you’ll always be mine. I want to give you everything you want. Forever. But I think the one thing I could never give you if you wanted it was to let you go.”

“I’ll never want that.”

He kisses me. It’s not quite as savage and crazed as the last one. It’s just as deep but a little softer, a bit slower. Once again, he grinds his erection against my thigh. I don’t know if I’m hardagainor hardstill, but my dick responds by throbbing in my jeans.

“I want you to fuck me,” Stone growls against my lips.

“Fuck.”

As though his words speak to the most primal part of me, my hands shoot out to grasp the bottom of his shirt before I’mpulling it off him. I toss it away, then place my hands on the back of his head to haul his mouth back to mine. He lets me control the kiss for a few seconds before he removes my shirt next.

“Would you like that, baby?” he asks as he runs his hands up my stomach to my chest. “You wanna fuck a killer?”

I groan as he pinches both my nipples. “Yes. Fuck yes.”

He’s mentioned it before. But, before, I was scared. I’ve never fucked anyone.

What if I suck at it?

However, right now, I don’t have a care in the fucking world. I’ll give him anything for what he just gave me.

The moment I agree, Stone is kicking off his shoes and unzipping his jeans. When I lower myself off the desk, I sway a bit, my legs weak. Stone helps to steady me, then undoes my jeans too. He reaches into my boxers and grips my hard cock. I moan and thrust into his hand.

“Fuck. I need you inside me.”

“Then get the fuck on the couch.”

He smirks as he releases me and reaches for his bag, digging out a bottle of lube. Then he takes off the rest of his clothes and steps back. I bite my lip as my eyes rake over his glorious, naked body. They glance briefly over to the dead one behind him, then back to him.

I’ve never wanted to fuck him more than I do right now.

My beautiful fucking killer.

“Stone.” His name comes out as a whimper, a moan, and a plea. “I want you so bad.”

“Then come get me.”

I drop my jeans and step out of them. As he walks backwards, my gaze follows him before I can get my feet to do the same. By the time my sluggish brain convinces them to move, he’s already at the couch. I walk around the scene of thecrime, avoiding the plastic sheets, and come to a halt at the end of the sofa while Stone stands in front of it.

Our eyes are still locked. Then mine drops to his cock as he strokes it.

“Do you want to prep me or do you want to watch me do it myself?” he asks, his voice luring and husky.

Fuck.

Can I say both?

Even though my heart is racing and my breathing is a bit erratic, I’m still in that post-death daze, that blissful stupor. If I’m ever going to have the confidence to do this, it’d be now.

“Can I?”

He groans. “Fuck yes. Lie down.”

Somehow, I get my feet to move again. I lie down and Stone climbs on top of me, straddling me with his ass in my face. I don’t get the chance to do anything first before a hot, wet mouth envelops my cock.

“Fuuuck.”