Page 155 of Corpse Roads
“You’re tensing up, baby,” Enzo murmurs. “Do you want me to stop?”
While my brain is screaming at me to escape, I clamp down on the flow of bad thoughts. This is exactly what Pastor Michaels wants. I refuse to let him dictate my future any longer.
“No… don’t stop,” I moan loudly.
“Be quiet, then. I don’t want those robbing bastards coming in here and seeing what’s mine. They’ve already had their paws all over you, by the sounds of it.”
I can’t argue as he slams his lips back down on mine, moving in time to each thrust of his fingers. I know what’s coming after the night with Hunter. Tension is pooling in my lower belly, churning with heat and excitement.
As my release builds up, I find myself wondering what it would be like to sleep with Enzo. The movies and TV shows have taught me enough. It doesn’t have to be all blood and pain.
I want to be that close to someone, to have their entire world narrow until it’s just you. It’s the highest form of intimacy. I long for the guarantee that you will become someone’s whole world. Nobody can take that away.
“There’s my pretty girl. Come for me, Harlow.”
Clasping Enzo’s shoulders, I dig my nails into his shirt as the feeling bubbling inside of me erupts. Each wave of pleasure is melting me into a boneless puddle.
“So perfect,” Enzo whispers in awe.
If anyone walked in right now, there would be no denying what just happened between us. That doesn’t seem to bother Enzo as he pulls his hand out, raising two glistening fingers to my parted lips.
“Suck.”
“M-Me?” I stutter.
“Do you see anyone else here? Your mess, little one. Clean it up.”
His demand has heat flooding my body all over again. I wrap my lips around his wet digits, using my tongue to clean them. Salty fluid bursts in my mouth. I don’t love it, but it’s not disgusting either.
“Does it taste good?” Enzo asks wickedly.
Giving his fingers one last lick, I wipe my mouth. “It doesn’t taste bad.”
Pulling me close again, I cuddle his barrel chest. It feels so good to have Enzo’s arms around me, my nerves still twitching with the aftershocks of him touching me. I wonder what Hunter or Leighton would think if they knew.
“What happens now?” I ask nervously.
Enzo squeezes me tighter. “I won’t let you go for their sake. We’ve shared before, and we can do it again. It might take some convincing, though, after last time.”
“Because of Alyssa?”
He flinches. “You know about her?”
“Not much,” I admit, flushing. “Just what I’ve pieced together. Hunter told me some stuff as well. Did you… um, share her?”
His lips purse as pain is scored across his face. I can see it so clearly in his eyes—the gaping black hole that sucks in all hope and light. I’ve watched enough people die to know what grief feels like.
“Alyssa gave herself to us, and in turn, we did the same. She became more than a co-worker or a friend.” Enzo’s throat bobs tellingly. “She was our everything. Losing her tore us apart.”
Reaching up, I rest a hand on his stubble-strewn jawline. Enzo’s eyes flutter shut as he leans into my touch, placing his huge hand over mine.
“I’m not here to replace anyone,” I whisper hoarsely. “I’ll never be good enough for you guys, no matter what you think. I wish I didn’t want you all, but I do.”
His eyes open and lock on mine.
“I’m selfish. After losing so much, I want something good.”
“That isn’t being selfish,” he argues.