Convict: A Bad Boy Romance (21 page)

I just laugh.

“I know prison tats when I see them, Stone,” I say, and grab his belt in both hands, pulling him toward me. I press my lips to a tiger on one pec, the muscle tightening under my lips. “I’m a trained professional, you know.”

I undo his belt and the button on his jeans, and move my lips to his stomach as I slide his zipper down, notch by notch.

“You were right about the one on my back,” he says, one hand playing in my hair. He’s breathing hard, and even though my whole body feels like one hollow ache, I’m enjoying this, watching the effect I have on him.

I slide off the bed and onto my knees, then look up at Stone. I hook my fingers under the waistband of his boxer briefs and then stop.

“Don’t torture me, Detective,” he growls, and I push his pants and boxers over his hips, taking his cock in one hand as they pool around his feet.

I stroke it once, long and thick and hard in my fist, and then take the head into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it.

Stone lets out a long, low groan, and I pull my lips back over the head, flicking my tongue against the underside.

“More?” I whisper.

“Fuck yes,” Stone says, and I take him into my mouth again, pushing my lips down the shaft until he hits the back of my mouth. I look up at him, his green eyes hazy but looking down at me.

“That feels so fucking good,” he says as I move my lips back. I move my tongue around the head and then take him in again, listening to the noises he makes.

“This is all I could think about the first time I met you,” he says, as I keep sucking him slowly, taking my time. “I swear, I saw you on that surfboard and next thing I knew I was rock hard in a wetsuit.”

I pull him out of my mouth and slide my tongue across the tip, then look up at him.

“I know,” I tease. “Wetsuits don’t hide a lot.”

I put him back in my mouth, working my tongue over the head of his cock, and he moans. My other hand moves between my legs and I start rubbing my clit because I have to do
something
to lessen this fierce, burning ache.

When I slide two fingers inside myself, I
moan
. I don’t mean to, but I’ve got my mouth as far down Stone’s cock as I can get it and so when I moan he whispers
oh, fuck
, above me and I pull back. Then he looks down and grins.

“You like sucking my cock so much you’re touching yourself,” he says.

My pussy throbs.

“It’s a nice cock,” I say. “And I like making you moan.”

I dart my tongue out one more time and flick it over the head, but his hand tightens into a fist in my hair.

“If you don’t stop I’m gonna come,” he says.

I lick the head again, and he gasps.

“That would be too bad,” I say, still rubbing myself, my fingers dripping wet with my juices. “We haven’t even fucked yet.”

Stone pulls me to my feet and pushes me onto the bed in one motion, then grabs my sticky hand. Slowly, he licks my fingers clean, looking me dead in the eyes the whole time.

“Filthy,” I whisper.

“I just like tasting you,” he whispers back, his other hand moving up my thigh. “I like that you’re so wet right now that your panties are soaked straight through. I like how the more I tell you how bad I want to fuck you, the wetter you get.”

He pulls my shirt off and leans down, biting one nipple and sliding his thumb under the thin cotton of my underwear at the same time, stroking my slit. I gasp, and he shoves the material aside, sinking his fingers into me.

“Oh, fuck,” I whimper.

His thumb finds my clit and then he bends his fingers just a little into
that
spot, and this time my back arches and a noise comes out of my mouth that I didn’t mean to make, some kind of animal
grunt
.

“Stone,” I gasp.

“Your pussy clenches when I hit that spot,” he says, finger-fucking me again. I moan.

“That’s because it feels good when you’ve got your fingers inside me,” I say, and Stone grins.

“I can’t decide something,” he says, leaning in even closer, his fingers still working, his thumb stroking my clit.

“Yes, you should fuck me,” I whisper.

He kisses me hard and finger-fucks me even deeper, and I moan into his mouth.

“That’s not it,” he growls. “Do I want to make you come now with my hand, and then again with my cock? Or do I tease you now and make you come even harder when I’m inside you?”

I swallow hard and try to focus.

“You sure are confident,” I murmur.

“All I thought about for a week was how much I like making you come,” he says. “I’m a quick study sometimes, Luna.”

Then he pulls his fingers out, pulling my underwear off at the same time. Stone licks his fingers, and I sit up, stroking his cock again. With my other hand I fish through my bedside table until I find a condom, then roll it on his length with a few strokes.

Stone doesn’t say anything, just pushes me back onto the bed, then rolls me over until I’m on my hands and knees, his weight on the bed behind me.

He runs one hand over my back, and I arch, offering myself to him. My whole body is humming in sweet, pure anticipation as he nudges the thick head of his cock against my entrance, suddenly tentative, like he’s being careful.

I can’t wait any longer, because I’m wet as hell and so ready for him to fuck me that I think I might explode from frustration if he doesn’t. I push back against Stone’s cock and then gasp as he enters me, both my hands tightening into fists on my sheets.

He pauses, halfway in, but I fucking
need
him and I push back until he’s filling me completely, his hips against my ass.

“Fuck, Stone,” I whisper. “You can’t tease me.”

“You can’t make me come yet,” he growls, pulling back. “You feel fucking
good
, Luna, and I’m a weak man.”

“Then you’re a weak man with a perfect cock,” I whisper.

I swear his cock throbs and his hands on my hips tighten, and I look over my shoulder at him as we rock against each other, his cock rubbing that perfect spot inside me, the one that makes my brain go fuzzy.

“So you like it when we fuck?” he growls, thrusting again, hard and deep.

I just gasp, and Stone keeps going.

“Yes,” I finally manage to say.

“Good,” he says, and slides one hand up my back, driving into me harder with every thrust. “Because I like it when we fuck, Luna, and I like it when you talk dirty to me.”

His hand snakes into my hair and grabs a handful,
just
hard enough that I can feel it pull on my scalp.

“Harder,” I gasp.

“Say it again,” Stone says, even as he thrusts almost hard enough to push me face-first onto my bed.

“Fuck me harder, Stone,” I gasp, dropping onto my elbows, his hand still in my hair. I look over my shoulder at him, his eyes blazing. “I
need
you to fuck me as hard as you can.
Now
.”

Stone grabs a pillow and shoves it under my hips. I can hear him breathing hard as he pushes himself into me slowly until he’s all the way in, deep inside me, and it feels so good I think my brain is shutting down.

He kisses my shoulder softly, almost tenderly. Then he grabs it with his rough, calloused hand, pulls out, and
slams
into me.

I
shout
, and Stone does it again, one hand in my hair and one clutching my shoulder.

“That what you need?” he asks, his voice a low growl.

My face is on the bed, turned to one side, my fists pulling the sheets tight on either side.

“Yes,” I gasp, because it’s so intense I can barely move. “
Jesus
, Stone, that feels good.”

He doesn’t answer, just keeps going. It feels like something dangerous is building inside me, something unstoppable, uncontrollable. I think I might be whimpering, but my brain is nearly shut down and all I can think is
fuck yes fuck yes fuck yes
.

“I’m not gonna last long,” Stone says into my ear.

“Don’t stop,” I beg. “Please don’t stop.”

“You should get a mirror in here,” he says, his voice rough. “I bet you’d like watching yourself fuck.”

“Don’t stop,” I breathe. I feel like my skin is about to pop open, it feels so good. For a moment I wonder whether I’m already coming and don’t even know it.

“I wish I could watch you come from both sides,” Stone goes on, still plowing me as hard as he can.

“Fuck,” I whisper.

“I could fuck you like this and still see your face,” he whispers in my ear.

“Stone, make me come,” I whimper.

My whole body shudders, and his fingers dig into my shoulder.

“Jesus, Luna,” he says.

“Fuck me, Stone,” I say. I’m right at the edge, about to go over any second, my whole body wound like a spring. “God, please, Stone, just—”

He thrusts into me so hard I shout, and before I know it I’m falling over the edge, coming so hard I almost can’t feel my body. I think I’m dissolving, bolts of pure pleasure rattling through me and knocking my joints apart.

Someone’s shouting
Jesus fuck Stone yes
but I feel strangely detached, almost high, riding wave after wave of pleasure, gradually coming back down to earth.

Then Stone growls “Holy
fuck
, Luna,” in my ear, and he comes so hard I feel his cock throb inside me. He bites my shoulder and keeps thrusting, like he can somehow get deeper, growling and pulling my hips into him.

We’re still moving together, but gradually we stop. Stone’s still on top of me, still hard, and he rests his forehead on the back of my neck for a long moment, gently moving my hair out of my face.

Then he kisses the spot where his forehead was, pulls out, and rolls over.

I’m not sure I can move.

I
’m not a doctor
, but it seems possible that I broke my balls. I mean, that’s what it feels like as I lay there, on my back, looking at Luna’s ceiling: I came so hard that I straight up broke my nuts and I can never use them again.

Luna takes a deep breath, then turns her head toward me, still on her stomach, hips propped up by a pillow.

Worth it
, I think.

I reach over and smack her lightly on the ass.

“Hey,” Luna says.

I do it again, because I like the way it jiggles
just
the right amount.

“Okay, enough,” she says, even though she still doesn’t move.

“But it’s right
there
,” I say. “It wants me to smack it.”

“My butt is not sentient,” Luna says. “It can’t want things.”

She takes a deep breath, then lifts her hips off the pillow and pulls it out from underneath herself, tossing it to the head of the bed. Then she rolls over onto her back. I slide my arm under her head.

“Do I still get to sleep in the bed?” I ask, turning toward her. “Or was that all a ruse because you wanted my dick?”

Luna turns bright pink.

“Come on, I wouldn’t—”

I just start laughing.

“I’m teasing you, Detective,” I say.

“You don’t have to call me
detective
when we’re naked in bed together,” she mutters. “And yes, you can sleep here.”

“Though you did blush when I said you wanted my dick.”

She blushes again, and this time I grin.

“So you can scream
filthy
things when we’re fucking, but as soon as it’s over I can’t say dick?” I tease. “That’s a double standard, Detective.”

Luna just makes a face at me, and I stick my tongue out at her. I still feel high, almost giddy. Like I could start
giggling
at any second. I don’t giggle.

She stretches her neck to look at her bedside clock, then curses.

“I have to be up in five hours,” she says, slinging an arm across her face.

I think of the Syndicate’s symbol in the dust on her car.

It’s fine
, I think.
You’re here. Nothing’s gonna happen to Luna.

“What was the deal with the asshole cop?” I ask.

Luna sighs.

“That’s Chad,” she says reluctantly.

The way she says his name tells me nearly everything I need to know.

“Ex?” I ask.

“That’s probably too nice a word for it,” she says. “
Ex
would imply that we actually dated instead of just ‘had a thing.’”

She makes air quotes when she says it, rolling her eyes.

“We stopped ‘having a thing’ when I got promoted over him,” she adds. “It wasn’t a coincidence.”

“Is ‘having a thing’ something you do in California?” I ask, trying to keep my voice light.

I definitely
suspected
he was her ex, just from the way he looked like he wanted to murder me when I touched her, but knowing it for sure makes something dark and ugly slither through my gut. I don’t like the idea of someone else touching Luna, but even after interacting with him for thirty seconds, I can tell Chad’s a total asshole.

The thought of
him
with Luna feels like rats gnawing on my insides.

Luna chews on her lip.

“People go out of their way not to put labels on relationships, I think,” she says. “Because if you have a boyfriend or a girlfriend, someday you might get
married
, and then you might
settle down
, and God forbid anyone think you might want something that clichéd.”

“But if you’re just
having a thing
, you’re still totally hip and cool and fun?” I say dryly.

“Something like that,” Luna says, then turns and looks at me. “I didn’t say it was particularly good reasoning.”

“Most of the marriages where I’m from start with shotgun weddings,” I say. “I’m not sure it’s any better.”

“There’s probably no better or worse,” Luna says, and shrugs. “Two hundred years ago my dad would have traded my hand in marriage for a couple of goats, so I think we’ve at least made progress.”

“Are we having a
thing
now?” I ask.

Luna laughs, then glances at my dick, which still has the condom on it.

“Well, it’s not a shotgun wedding,” she says.

“There are other options, Detective,” I say.

She looks at me very seriously for a long moment, her gold-flecked eyes searching mine. I’m beginning to think she’s going to say
I don’t think a thing is a good idea
or
I can’t have a thing with an ex-con
or
this is just sex, stupid
.

“I think it could be,” she says softly.

“Could be?” I ask.

“I’m a cop and you’re a convicted felon,” she points out.

“Not officially.”

“You had the cops called on you
tonight
,” she says. “I had to come rescue you from my ex.”

I just laugh.

“I’m not the one you would have been rescuing,” I say.

“He’s got a taser, a gun, and a partner,” Luna points out.

I make a face, because I’ve been tased before. I’d prefer not to be tased again.

“I could still get in a few good punches,” I say.

“And
then
you’d go to jail for assaulting a police officer,” Luna says.

I almost shrug and tell her that’s no big deal, but a glance at her face shuts me up.

She deserves someone who doesn’t punch cops and wind up in jail, stupid
, I remind myself.
Think about consequences, just once in a while
.

“I’ll make you a deal,” I say. “I go a whole day without assaulting an officer, and you have dinner with me.”

“A whole day?” she says, the corners of her eyes crinkling.

“It’s been years since I properly assaulted a police officer, Detective,” I say. “I can make it another couple hours if the reward is good enough.”

Luna rolls toward me so that her right side is against my left, her cheek against my arm.

“I’ll even call it a
date
, not a
dinner
thing
,” I say. “Stop pretending to think about it and just say yes like you want to.”

“Cocky,” she teases.

“Well, you already used me for my dick and you’re still awake and talking,” I tease back. “I think you like me as more than your own personal sex toy, Detective.”

Luna laughs.

“I’ll go to dinner with you if you stop saying I’m using you for your dick,” she says.

“I wouldn’t blame you,” I say. “It’s a nice dick.”

“Oh, my God,” Luna says. She rolls her eyes, but I can tell she’s trying not to laugh. I half-roll toward her and kiss her again, my other arm lazily making its way around her back as she moves against me, warm and sleepy and relaxed.

“We’re still sideways on your bed,” I mutter when our lips come apart.

“You’re still wearing a used condom,” Luna murmurs. “There’s a couple problems that need solving.”

I kiss her again, lightly.

“Let’s get on it, then,” I say, and heave myself off her bed.

* * *

I
double-check
all her doors and windows, and Luna’s already asleep when I get back, her hair in its braid again, her face buried in her pillow and her arms and legs out to either side, like a starfish.

It’s kind of adorable.

I pull my boxers back on — she’s wearing underwear and it seems rude to be less clothed than your host — then walk around to the other side of the bed.

Before I get in I stand there for a long moment and just watch Luna. I can’t remember the last time I slept in the same bed as a woman. It was before prison, for sure. Maybe I fell asleep in some girl’s apartment by accident, because I have a vague memory of waking up somewhere strange, but I can’t place it.

I hope no one calls to find Ellwood before our date
, I think.
Please, God, whoever’s listening: give me this one thing.

I don’t have a plan. I didn’t think that far ahead, I just rushed in like always without thinking much about consequences. All I wanted was to keep Luna safe. Now, at least, I’m here, and she’s fine.

I sit on the edge of the bed and try, very gently, to move Luna over a couple of inches so I can at least lie down. Slowly, doing my best not to wake her up, I manage to push one arm out of the way just enough that I can get into the bed.

The moment I do, she grumbles something and rolls over onto her side, her back to me, this half of the bed wide open. I curl myself around her slowly and feel her breathe against me.

I have to do better
, I think.
I want to do this again
.

I fall asleep slowly, trying to savor this.