“Yes, I carry one in my purse.”
“Queenie has a steel spine like her mother,” Grimm’s voice is laced with approval.
“Next time, I’ll carry the purse everywhere I go,” she mutters, making us chuckle.
“Let’s get you set up with everything you might need.” Twining our fingers, I weave through the club to my dorm. I use my keys to unlock the door and head for the safe on the side of my bed. Kneeling down, I enter the code, wait for the beep, and pull it open. Reaching inside, I hand her the unregistered 9 millimeter and a cartridge. “This one can’t be traced.” I grab the wad of cash, stuff it in her pocket, and dig under my bed for the round cylinder. After pulling out the cool metal, I present her with the asp I keep at the ready.
“You’re scaring me.”
“Good. That’ll keep you on your toes. I hate leaving you, but right now, being with me is placing you in even more danger.”
“How long are you going to be here?”
“I don’t know, love.” I push up from the floor and walk over to the shelf, pulling down a book by Dickens. I open the cover to show the hollowed-out center. I grab the spare burner and rip it from the package. “Now you have a phone, money, and weapons.” I peer around the room as I run through scenarios quickly. Walking to my closet, I pull out a black backpack and load it up, tossing in some of my long sleeve shirts and a Sinners’ hoodie. Zipping the bag up, I give a final nod. “Let’s get you back where it’s safe, eh?”
“This is life with you.”
I pause in front of the door and nod. “Yes. Though, not usually this extreme.” I tuck her hair behind her ear. “I won’t lie to you. Sometimes things get messy, and we must adapt on the fly.”
She laughs bitterly. “Ironically, I was screwed before you guys went on high alert. I don’t understand why they were behind the funeral home.”
“Anyone sniffing around us long enough could suss out the way we operate. People also know we’re friendly. It might’ve made sense in his mind that we’d do our dirty work there. Because we’d expect you to make it disappear.”
“Hasn’t he ever heard you don’t shit where you eat?” She tilts her head up at me. “I don’t know when I’ll see you again.”
“When it’s safe.” Bending down, I nip her lip, thrusting my tongue inside to taste her fully.
She rises onto her tiptoes, tilting her head, deepening the kiss. Winding her arms around my neck, she presses her body to mine. I groan as her curves beckon me.
“Give me something to keep me warm while you’re gone, Edmund.”
I lift her up. Squeezing her ass, I rock against the seam of her jeans. “It’s not going to be soft and slow.”
“I want you to fuck me. Make me forget the world is burning down around us.”
“You want me to fill your needy cunt up and make you cream on my cock, love?” I rasp, already straining in my head. Fucking and fighting run close together, and I’ve been amped up since the police station.
She nods. “Give it to me, Preacher.”
I kiss her brutally before I let her slide down the door and spin her around. She pops the button on the top of her jeans, sliding them down around her hips. I yank them the rest of the way and slap her ass, groaning when it jiggles.
“Bend over.” I press two fingers inside, grunting my approval when I find her slick with need. “Is all this for me?”
“Since the station,” she whines.
Thrusting deep, I stretch out her channel. “Listen to those sloppy sounds coming from between those thick thighs.”
Her walls close around me, and I add the third.
“Yes,” she cries.
I curl my fingers, and she bucks against me.
“Greedy girl.” Removing my fingers, I suck them as she growls at me. “I’m going to give you what you need.” I open my pants. “Bring that ass here.” I slap each cheek, and she moans, pushing her ass out for more. I skim my hand over the red areas and massage them. Shoving my pants and underwear to my ankles, I grip my base. I push between her lips, gathering her stickiness to coat my dick. “That’s it, get me nice and wet.” Driving forward, I tease her swollen clit, leaning over to cup her full breasts. Pinching her nipples, I palm her heavy mounds, burying my nose in the crook of her neck as I inhale her scent. “Hands on the door like a good girl,” I whisper, nipping her right ear.
Releasing her breasts, I grip my base, line up to her slit, and drive home. Her scream pierces the room, and I thrust deep, wanting to fuck my way into her heart, mind, and soul. With my balls slapping against her ass, I dig my fingers into the soft flesh of her hips.
“Right there. Please.” Slamming back on me, she meets me halfway, head thrown back and needy sounds spilling from her parted lips.