Page 53 of Hell on Wheels
Lark’s movements became jerky. She cried out when her release slammed into her, riding my face as I speared her core with my tongue.So fucking good.
I rose as she fell back against the wall and lifted her, carrying her to the bed where I gently dropped her, flashing a wicked grin. My hands slid up her thick thighs, eagerly tracing the soft skin until I gripped her hips.
“This is going to be rough and fast,” I warned.
“Just the way I like it.”
Impatient, I pulled her to the edge of the bed, smacking her ass into my thighs. Both of her legs went over my shoulders.
Without a word, I thrusted hard and deep, groaning when I felt how tightly she gripped me. My cock was so fucking hard I could fuck her for hours. The lust overrode every other thought in my head. Need replaced my focus.
The room filled with the vicious, wet sounds of flesh on flesh.
My hand splayed across her lower belly as my thumb brushed her clit. Pressing down, I strummed little circles into the sensitive nubbin, growling when Lark called out my name.
She gyrated beneath me, lifting her hips with every brutal plunge as I took her as hard as I promised. “More!”
I gave her more—every hard inch of my dick.
When she came a second time, soaking me with a warm gush of her cream, I lifted her lower body up, slamming so deep I almost worried I would hurt her. She took me without a flinch, digging her nails into my arms.
My balls tightened, and I roared out my release, filling her with several long thrusts. I kept coming, pulsing with the aftershocks.
Fuck. “Damn, baby. You feel fucking amazing.”
Even though I had just emptied, I still remained hard.
Taking my time, I slid in and out of her, watching my cock with every stroke. Her velvet walls pulled me in. I didn’t want to stop.
“So do you,” she whispered, staring up at me with a sated expression I wanted repeated often.
Still inside her, I lowered my body, draping over hers as my elbows rested on the mattress. “You and me. Fucking forever, Lark.”
“Forever,” she repeated without hesitation.
I finally pulled out of her, groaning as we separated. “Let’s go shower.”
LARK FELL ASLEEP INmy arms after our shower. I held her during the nap, my mind far too active to shut down. All the shit with Angel pissed me off. My girl suffered because of that lying sociopath. He toyed with and used her, never giving any information about Molly. The fucker knew all along.
Lark sighed in her sleep, rolling away from me to rest on her back. Soft, deep breaths lifted her chest as I watched her, brushing my fingertips over her flat stomach. I stopped when I reached the scar on her pelvic bone. Fred’s name puckered on her skin—a reminder of his brutality and the horror she experienced.
Hatred for the man conjured a rage I only experienced a few times in my life when I served overseas. I saw things that would make most people shit themselves. Death. Violence. Gore. None of it compared to how I felt when I thought of Fred forcing himself on Lark when she was sixteen.
He would face justice. I couldn’t let this go.
Someday, when Lark was ready, I would pay to have that scar removed from her body and plastic surgery to smooth over the skin. She didn’t need to see it every time she looked down. That shit messed with her psyche. I knew that as soon as she showed me in my truck the day we met.
My hand drifted higher, spanning her ribcage, lightly tracing the flock of little black birds tattooed on her left side. My sweet dove. My fierce blackbird.
Those birds resembled freedom. I would do everything in my power to help her achieve that.
Seeing her struggles made me realize I had yet to deal with a lot of my own shit. It would take time, but I didn’t try to resist it anymore, letting the emotions and memories in even when the pain felt like it would overpower me. I wasn’t used to being vulnerable. I fucking hated it. But Lark gave me a reason to try.
“YOU SURE ABOUT THIS?” I asked, staring at Lark and hating the fact that I was leaving her for any length of time. The attack on the Crossroads was too fresh, along with all the shit with Angel, and even though I made up my mind and wanted to patch in with the Royal Bastards, I didn’t like going too far from her presence, even if it was for a good reason.
“Hey, sexy hero, we talked about this. I’m safe here.”
“I know,” I murmured against her lips, nibbling on the soft pink flesh. “Gonna be here when I get back?”