Having him this deep inside of me was driving me crazy. I wanted it to end. I never wanted it to end. “Please,” I begged, not sure if I was asking for more or not. “Please, Jet.”
“Love…” His back arched and he went even deeper inside of me. My walls quivered, contracted as I unconsciously sought out more of the incredible feeling of having his girth stretch me more and more.
With a whimper I started playing with my clit, unable to go a second longer without some kind of relief. The first stroke of my index and middle finger over that little bundle of nerves had me shaking with pleasure. My inner walls contracted a little around him as I rubbed tight little circles over and over again on my clit. My entrance was flooding more and more with my growing need.
“Flick.” He moved my hips slightly back and forward, rocking my body on his cock. He brushed over that secret spot deep inside that always had me begging for the end. “Come for me, love. Drown my cock in your sweet honey. I want to feel it. Let me feel it.”
Reaching behind me with my free hand, I held onto his thigh as I rubbed harder, faster, while he worked my hips for us both. My thighs were starting to shake, letting us both know that I was precariously close. “Jet.” I whispered his name, but I might as well have screamed it. My throat felt shredded with the ferocity of the way I’d called out as my orgasm hit me hard.
Only then did Jet release my hips. His touch was gentle but firm as he pushed me onto my back at the end of the bed, pulling out and thrusting deep. His thrusts came fast and hard, and despite the magnitude of my earlier release I could feel another one growing, knew that it would be just as intense.
“Flick,” he groaned. “Ah, love. You feel so damn good. So good.” His teeth nipped at my neck as he buried his face in my shoulder. “I need you so bad.”
My arms wrapped around his back, my nails sinking deep into his flesh. With each powerful thrust into me, they sliced his back open. He moaned and increased his speed, shaking the bed. It felt like the entire house was shaking. Maybe the world itself. I was falling again. Falling hard and fast and it wasn’t just with another orgasm.
I was falling deeper and deeper for Jet Hannigan.
Chapter Thirteen
Jet
My phone was going off. It had started five minutes ago, pulling me out of the best night’s sleep I’d had in too fucking long. I’d lain there, ignoring it as I savored the peace of holding Flick for the first time in a hell of a long time. The curtains were open, letting in the morning sunlight, casting a soft glow over my female’s nakedness.
The phone stopped, only to start right back up. Again and again it had rung, but I didn’t move so much as a finger to reach for it on the nightstand where I’d left it sometime in the middle of the night. Whoever it was probably had an emergency or there was news that I needed to handle. I couldn’t find the strength to give a fuck.
I was physically drained after worshiping Flick’s delicious body all night. Neither one of us had gotten much sleep after she had initiated that first, earthshaking, heart quaking round of lovemaking. I’d had nearly two years of going without her—without anyone—to make up for. To burn out of my system.
Fuck, who was I kidding?
I was never going to burn my need for Flick out of my system.
Finally, my phone—the burner—stopped ringing. Only to start up immediately once more. Flick moaned and shifted against my side, her hand over my waist clenching into a small fist. “Make it stop,” she pleaded in a sleepy voice that was both adorable and dick-hardening sexy.
Muttering a curse, I released her long enough to grab the phone. When the plastic made a cracking noise, I loosened my hold on it and flipped it open before putting it to my ear. “What?” I growled into the receiver.
“Bad news,” Ciro’s voice filled my ear. He sounded tired and pissed off.
“What?” A million possibilities were already rushing through my head, each one making my heart pound harder and harder.
“The old fuck had a heart attack and died about half an hour ago.”
Relief filled me. I’d thought something had happened to one of my brothers or Gracie. “So? Just saves us the trouble of having to end him.” I felt Flick stiffening and she moved until she was propped up on her elbow. Her blue eyes were fully awake now as she stared down at me questioningly.
Instinctively my gaze dropped to her chest. Ah, hell. She had the best tits on the planet. She was perfect from the top of her dark head to the tips of her hot pink toenails. But those tits...
Shit.
My dick was hard as steel that fast. Just looking at her made me ache. My brain was shutting down as all my blood went south and made my dick pulse with need for her. I caught hold of her hand and lowered it, wrapping her soft fingers around my dick. Her eyes widened but she smirked down at me as she started stroking me torturously slow.
“Jet?” Ciro growled in my ear at the same time Flick did that little twist thing with her wrist and I nearly exploded then and there. “You still there?”
I held the phone away from my head long enough to clear my throat and shot Flick a wink before answering him. “Yeah, man. I’m here. Does Hawk know?”
“I wanted to talk to you first. Didn’t know how the dumbass would handle the fact that his new toy was already dead and he wouldn’t get to dull up his knives on the old fuck.” Ciro let out a tired breath. “What do you want me to do?”
“Get some sleep. I’ll talk to Hawk,” I assured him as I reached out and started tracing one of Flick’s pink tipped, diamond hard nipples. She let out a pleased gasp. The scent of her growing arousal filled my nose and she rubbed her thighs together as if trying to relieve the ache between them. Fuck, I wanted her so damn bad.
“Got it. Call your lawyer. He’s been trying to reach you and Hawk too, but hasn’t been able to get anyone to answer.”