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“Stop messing around. Take me in your mouth.” His balls were already threatening to blow and there was no way he wasn’t coming in her mouth. “Please.” 85

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She looked up and smiled for just a moment, and then he watched his cock slowly disappear between her lips. He groaned when his dick hit the back of her throat. “So fucking good.”

She kept her hand at the base of his cock, gripping it and moving her hand and mouth together in unison. When her other hand grasped his balls, he knew he was a goner. Stars flew behind his eyes as he felt his climax build, as he reached the peak.

“Gonna come.” He gripped her head in his hands, thrusting into her mouth like a drowning man swimming for shore. Lane matched his pace and when he came, he watched in amazement as she swallowed every drop, her gaze one of complete and utter happiness.

He slowly withdrew his cock from her mouth and dropped to his knees, grasping her face as he kissed her. He could taste his come on her lips and the flavor drove him mad. Gripping the hem on her nightgown, he dragged it over her head.

“Naked,” he said. “I want you naked.” He pushed her onto her back on the floor.

He was distantly aware that he should put her on the bed, but the three feet between them and the mattress was too far to travel. He needed to taste her, touch her, have her.

He shoved her legs apart and leaned forward, dragging his tongue along her wet slit.

“Tris,” she cried out as he consumed her. His tongue toyed with her clit as he pushed two fingers inside her hot pussy. She thrust her hips toward him, her erratic motions reminding him of his own during the blowjob. Would it always be this way for them? Would they ever come together without this sense of urgency, of intense need?

He nipped at her clit and she moaned, the sound driving him higher.

“More.” He wanted more. He wanted everything.

He drew his fingers out and they traveled lower. When the tip of his index finger rimmed her anus, he heard her gasp. He paused for only a moment, waiting for her to refuse, to deny him, but she merely rose up on her elbows to watch him.

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“Mine,” he said, wondering how she’d managed to bring him down to caveman level. He couldn’t utter anything beyond one-syllable commands. She was seriously fucking with his vocabulary.

She grinned. “For now,” she taunted and his eyes narrowed. Part of him wondered if she knew what she was doing. If she wasn’t purposely daring him to stake a stronger claim.

He shook his head. “Forever.” He punctuated the word by pushing his finger inside her ass to the hilt. She trembled. He knew it wasn’t pain shaking her body, but desire.

“Say it, Lane.” He pulled his finger nearly all the way out. He wiggled his thumb against her clit and was rewarded by the sharp thrust of her hips.

“God, Tris.” Her breathing was labored as he pushed his finger back into her ass, harder this time, faster. He left it buried there as he used his other hand to torment her clit, her pussy. She was shaking violently as he kept her on the verge of an orgasm for several minutes.

“Let me come,” she demanded when he lightened his touch once more.

He shook his head. “We have a few things to settle.”

“Now?” Her eyes widened with disbelief.

He chuckled, even though his cock was reading him the riot act for prolonging this agony. Despite having just come down her sweet throat, his body was ready and dying for round two. He tried to ignore the insane need he felt to thrust into her cunt until his cock fell off. She was driving him crazy. He added another finger to the one in her pussy, thrusting a few times as she thrashed on the floor, reaching desperately for her climax.

“Say you’ll move into my room.” He halted just as she was on the verge of erupting. He realized his tactics were underhanded, but he didn’t give a fuck. He wasn’t going to start over every day with her. From this point on, they moved forward, not back and forth.

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“Fuck you,” she yelled, sexual frustration rife in her voice. He laughed.

“Oh, you’re going to get fucked, kitten. Just as soon as you tell me what I want to hear. Are you moving into this room?”

He wiggled his finger in her ass and she yelled, “Yes!”

“Are you going to stop fighting the relationship idea?” Her fingers curled into fists, gripping his carpet as he scissored his fingers inside her cunt.

“Please,” she whispered. “Let me come.”

“Tell me you’ll be my lover, my girlfriend. Tell me you’re mine, Lane.” He moved the finger in her anus back before shoving in again with more strength than before.

“You aren’t playing fair.”

He closed his eyes and sighed heavily. “I can’t be fair with you, Lane. You make me want too much.”

She gasped as he showed her with his hands, his lips, his teeth and tongue just how much. He staged a full-scale attack on her body and her damn protective shell. He was going to drag her out from behind her fucking self-imposed walls if he had to dismantle them brick by brick.

She was out of control, mindless beneath him as he brought her to orgasm. She screamed and he let her, silently praying his family was out of the apartment already.

She quivered with the aftermath and he grinned ruthlessly as he resumed his torment.

“Tris.” He sensed the slightest bit of panic in her tone. He wouldn’t relent until she surrendered the words he wanted.

“Tell me you’re mine.” He fucked her pussy and her ass with his hands. Her inner muscles clenched against his fingers and he knew it wouldn’t take much to push her into another climax.

“Please,” she cried.

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“Say it.” His fingers moved harder, faster. She reached the pinnacle in an instant and as she came, she said the words he’d waited through a lifetime of Wednesdays to hear.

“Yours!” she cried as her orgasm subsided. “I’m yours.”

“Good. Now hold on.” He quickly donned a condom and slowly pushed his way into her body. They made love leisurely as he tried to prove to her with his cock, his words, his kisses how much he loved her. They cuddled on the hard floor after their climaxes and he heard her soft breathing as sleep claimed her again.

He grinned as he noticed they were in the same position they’d been in when he’d woken up this morning, give or take the bed. Then he realized they were actually miles from where they’d been. She was his. She’d admitted it. Now he just had to make sure she believed it.

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Chapter Seven

Tris mixed two martinis and handed them to Keira before strolling back to the end of the bar where Lane sat sipping her glass of wine. It was Wednesday night, Lane’s night off. When she’d agreed to take the nursing position with Pop, Tris had made sure she would have every Wednesday night off. The first two weeks she’d refused to leave the apartment, too worried about moving even one floor away from his pop, but tonight Pop insisted she get out and have a little time to herself.

Tris couldn’t restrain his grin as he recalled his pop winking at him after making the suggestion. He’d worried initially about Pop’s reaction when he learned Lane was going to be staying in his bedroom. He obviously needn’t have wasted the time or the anxiety. Pop had returned from his walk with Teagan and Riley the morning his sister had spied Lane naked in his bed. Tris could only assume Riley hadn’t been able to resist filling Pop in on exactly what she’d seen in his bedroom. Pop had drawn him aside and asked if he’d remembered to use protection. When Tris assured him he had, he was shocked as hell when the old man muttered something under his breath about never having grandkids before walking away.

“You want another glass of wine?” he asked.

She hesitated. “I probably shouldn’t stay much longer. I’m worried—”

“Teagan and Sean are upstairs with Pop. If they need you, they’ll come get you.

Besides, you aren’t leaving until after closing.” She gave him a confused look. “I’m not?”

He shook his head. “I’ve spent weeks imagining how you would look half-dressed and bent over this bar with me fucking you from behind.” She sucked in a deep breath at his words and he let his gaze drift to her T-shirt. Sure enough, her nipples were poking through the thin material.

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“Stop that,” she whispered.

“I love your pretty nipples. They always let me know ahead of time if I’m getting lucky or not.”

Lane snorted. “I think this past week has proven you must live at the end of the damn rainbow.”

He chuckled and agreed. Moving Lane into his bedroom had unhooked the leash on all his pent-up lust and he couldn’t resist indulging in her body several times a day.

Lucky for him, Lane was as insatiable as he was.

“We’re just making up for lost time.”

“We didn’t lose
that
much time, Tris.”

He bent forward and kissed the end of her nose. “Will you stay and help me close?” She nodded.

“Good. Here, have some more wine. I want you nice and relaxed for what I have in mind.”

She squirmed on the seat and leaned forward, obviously anticipating more details.

Lane was a sucker for dirty talk. Before he could proceed, her cell phone rang.

“Damn,” she muttered, reaching for it. She glanced at the number and frowned.

“Telemarketer?”

“No,” she said quickly. “Just Joy. I better take this.” She stepped away from the bar and into a quiet corner. He watched her, wondering about the lie she’d just told. He was becoming very good at reading her face. When she lied, she looked away and flushed slightly. He couldn’t hear what she was saying, but he could tell she wasn’t engaged in a friendly conversation.

“I need two pints of Guinness,” Keira said, walking up to the bar and giving Tris the order.

He nodded and poured the beer.

“How are things with you and Lane?”

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“Great.” He glanced back at Lane, still talking on the phone. If he wasn’t mistaken, she was arguing with the person on the other end.

“She’s the one, isn’t she?”

He looked at his sister and considered avoiding her question. He nodded instead.

“She was always the one,” Keira said.

He nodded again.

“I’m glad she came back.”

“Me too,” he confessed.

“The two of you are a good fit.”

He grinned. “I wish you’d tell her that.”

“She’ll figure it out. She’s had some rough times. It may take awhile. Which means…” Keira paused and gave him one of her annoying sister smiles. “You’re going to have to practice patience.”

He narrowed his eyes. “And I assume from that smirk, you think I can’t do this?”

“I think you’re going to have to work very hard not to pull a typical macho Tris move. You’re not going to be able to power your way through this. Lane has issues with trust. I can’t blame her really. If I’d grown up the way she did or been stuck in a shitty marriage like hers, I’d have a hard time trusting someone too.”

“I love her, Keira. I’m not going to hurt her or betray her trust.”

“I know that, but you can’t expect her to trust you overnight. It takes time.”

“We’ve known each other for nearly three years.” She shook her head. “No dice. You were acquaintances, friends that first year, and the second year she was on the other side of the country. You’re starting from scratch, brother dear.”

“Fuck,” he muttered as Keira laughed. “You’ll be fine. Just be patient. Don’t try to push her too hard, too fast.”

His sister took the tray of drinks as Lane returned to her seat.

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“Everything okay?” he asked.

She nodded and he could tell she was upset.

“You sure?”

“Everything’s fine, Tris.”

He wanted to press her on the subject, but Keira’s words hovered. “Great.”

* * * * *

Tris locked the door behind the remaining customers and Lane wondered how she’d made it through the last two hours. Between Tris whispering all the naughty things he wanted to do to her and her anxiety over James’ phone call, she was a horny, emotional wreck.

Her ex clearly wasn’t happy about her new job and had called—as a friend, he’d said—to tell her of a position in one of the nursing homes in the city. Apparently the manager of the place was an old high-school pal and James offered to pull some strings if she was interested. She’d tried to tell him politely that she wasn’t. When he argued that her job with the Collins family was only temporary, she’d lost her temper. She’d been about to hang up on him when he mentioned her grandmother’s picture again. He didn’t seem inclined to simply drop it off at the pub and he’d invited her out for lunch the next day. She’d told him she was busy and repeated her request that he bring it to her, but she had a gut feeling he wasn’t going to make anything easy. What else was new?

She jumped as arms enveloped her from behind.

“Hey,” Tris said, tightening his grip. “It’s just me, kitten. You okay? You were a million miles away for a minute.”

“Just thinking,” she said and she felt his smile against her ear.

“About us? About tonight?”

She nodded, grateful he couldn’t see her face as she lied. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, forcing James out of her head. He was the past, an ass. She was 93

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moving forward, moving on. Trying like hell to figure out how to be in a normal relationship. Tris was a natural at it and she was following his lead, but she still felt herself holding back a bit. She knew he could sense it, but she couldn’t find a way to make the final leap. Hell, the final seven leaps. She was drifting in no man’s land without a clue as to where she was supposed to go next.

Tris stepped away and turned off the lights in the pub. He’d lowered the blinds on the front windows, but a small shaft of light streamed through from the streetlights outside. She thought for a moment the lack of lighting should make the place frightening, but instead it was actually quite romantic.