Sighing, I finished up in the bathroom, then went to my bedroom where I laid down as gently and as quietly as I could next to the man dominating the bed.
The moment my weight dipped the bed beside him, he shifted onto his side and moved until his arm was stretched high over his head, his bicep pillowing his face.
I reached for the bedside lamp and switched it off, then carefully maneuvered myself under the covers.
Once there, I scooted closer and closer until my entire body was pressed up against Bourne’s.
There I lay for a solid five minutes reveling in his heat.
It was as my eyes were drooping closed that I felt his hand circle my waist and pull me impossibly closer.
I woke instantly when I realized that he, too, was awake.
“Hey,” I said, voice scratchy. “You okay?”
He buried his face into my chest, showing me without words that he wasn’t the least bit okay.
His mouth went to my neck, his hand went to my sleep shorts, and I gasped at the way he ripped my shorts off.
In between one breath and the next, I was shortless, he was between my legs, and he was slipping inside of me.
He rotated his hips, his cock searching for a way in, but I wasn’t ready for him.
He had to work for it.
One delicious inch at a time, he slowly worked himself inside of me.
All the while, his mouth found mine and he kissed me breathless.
“Bourne,” I breathed, my hands going to his face. “Yes.”
He growled and caught my bottom lip, biting it just enough that a sharp pinch of pain jolted through me.
I moaned into his mouth, my fingers tightening on his face so that my nails dug into his cheekbones, causing him to growl.
I let him do what he wanted, though, not complaining in the least with the way he filled me up and rotated his hips, letting me feel that fullness.
“Missed you,” he said against my mouth.
I licked at his lips, gasping when he pulled back all the way and slammed back inside.
“Fuck, you’re so tight like this,” he groaned.
‘Like this’ I decided meant ‘unprepared’ because we’d been in this position before.
The only difference was I hadn’t been expecting him to wake up and pounce on me.
“Maybe you’re just abnormally large,” I suggested.
“Maybe,” he agreed. “Or maybe I’ve just got the tightest pussy on the planet available to me.”
I would’ve rolled my eyes, but he used that time to punctuate his sentence with a sharp thrust inside of me. Followed by another. And another.
Soon the headboard was slapping hard against the wall, and he was taking me so fiercely that short gasps of air were leaving me on each thrust of his hard cock inside of me.
Soon he was rearing up, positioning my legs up high over my head, and slamming inside of me at a better angle.
Shortly after, I was coming.
Hard, loud, and excitingly fast.
This Bourne was the one that I loved when he came out to play.
I wasn’t sure what it was about him when he was so fierce and hard, but it excited me. Made me shiver.
When he lost control…
He cursed and stiffened, his cock slamming inside and coming to a halt.
Seconds later he started to jerk inside of me, signaling his release as well.
Then, just as suddenly, he was collapsing back on top of me and rolling so that I was lying on top of him, still sheathed fully inside of me.
I ran my hand over his strong bearded jaw and pressed a kiss to the underside of his chin.
Then I just lay there, waiting.
If he wanted to talk, I would be there for him and listen. If he didn’t, well, I’d still be there.
Which reminded me.
“I love you, Bourne.”
He stilled, then drew in a shaky breath. Holding him close, I told him everything that had happened that day. Ending with the legal papers from my father.
“We’re going to have to do something about him,” I vowed. “He’s not going to leave this alone.”
He ran his hand down my bare back.
“No,” he agreed. “He’s not.”Chapter 14
Sometimes I wish I could just ram my fist down someone’s throat for fun. And when they asked why, I could tell them that I was tired of listening to their smartphone going off beside my face, and maybe next time they should be more considerate when watching videos in public.
-Text from Bourne to Booth
Bourne
“Bourne?”
Ellie.
“Hey, Ellie,” I said softly. “How you doin’?”
There was a small sniffle on the end.
“I just wanted to call and give you some information that I found,” she said softly. “I just… I know that you’ve done a lot for Jason and me over the years, and I wanted to give you this. He said that you needed it?”
The information that I’d asked Jason for before he’d died.