by Tabatha Kiss
Let’s just hope the cops haven’t set up checkpoints by then but I’ve squeezed through worse situations than that.
There’s a knock on the door. It’s quick and light. I almost don’t hear it at all.
Slowly, I set my drink down and stand up, still keeping the ice pack pressed along my ribs. It’s hard to move without making noise, but I tighten up and attempt it anyway. If the wrong person is on the other side of this door, then I’d rather play the no-one’s-home card and ignore them.
I lean in to look through the peephole. Dripping, tattered bangs fall over her eyes. She wipes moistures off her forehead and rolls her fist to knock again.
I slide the chain free and open the door.
Anna’s eyes instantly fall to my bruised chest. She exhales hard with worry on her face and shakes slightly. She looks freezing cold.
“Are you all right?” I ask.
She raises her eyes and nods.
“And Charlotte?” I add.
She nods again.
I open the door wider to let her in. “What’s wrong?”
Anna doesn’t answer. She steps forward through the frame and pauses in front of me. My nose twitches with the scent of rain mixing with her perfume. A little more water tumbles down her cheeks, looking like tears but I fight the instinct to hold her.
“Come on in,” I say, taking a half step back.
She bridges the gap I made. She moistens her lips and presses them together in sweet hesitation. A quiet tremble shakes her once more before she finally tilts her head and kisses me.
Her soft and warm lips open, inviting mine to do the same. I curl an arm around her waist and pull her closer as her hands rise to my face. I kiss her back, wincing as every muscle in my face burns but I don’t care. I’m not stopping.
I pull her out of the way and slam the door. She gasps as I pin her against it but her lips never stop connecting with mine. Her hips push forward in a soft grind and my blood rushes south in response. Her clothes are damp, wetting my skin and sending cold shivers down my spine. I lick the rainwater off her chin; off her neck. I taste her, wanting more.
Her soaking jacket falls to our feet and she kicks it aside. I drop the ice pack to run my fingers along her cheek, burrowing back into her hair as her tongue massages mine. Her tight ponytail loosens as I slide the hair tie free. The rest of her hair topples down to her shoulders, wet and wild, and I smile at a beautiful new side of Anna Silva.
“Are you okay?” she asks, her hands hovering along my bruises.
“I’ll be all right,” I say.
Her fingers touch skin and I tremble beneath her touch. “Does it hurt?” She tilts her head upward, her eyes hopeful.
I smile as I brush my lips against hers. “Not enough to stop this.”
I kiss her again as she pinches the zipper on my jeans. She kicks off her wet shoes and I push a hand up her shirt, peeling the wet fabric off her skin and pulling it over her head. Her body glistens and my tongue twitches as I slowly drop to my knees to lick the water off her belly.
I come face-to-face with the police badge strapped to her belt. She takes hold of it and slides it off, pausing for a second before dropping it to the floor. I continue my descent and she leans back against the door as I pull her pants down to her ankles.
Her right pant-leg gets caught and I reach down to feel the hard metal against her ankle. A closer look and I see it’s a gun strapped in a holster.
“Sorry,” she says, chuckling. “Old habit.”
“You packing anywhere else?” I ask as I loosen the clasp.
“No, but you’re free to frisk me.”
I stand up, admiring her body covered by nothing more than a damp bra and panties. “Oh, I will, Detective.”
I lean down to place firm hands beneath her rear and she hops up to wrap her legs around me. My stomach and arms scream. I clench in pain, but again, I don’t fucking stop. They can fall off for all I care. Still won’t stop me from taking her.
Anna kisses me as I carry her into my room. I let gravity take us down to the bed and she falls with her legs spread for me. I settle between them, guided forward by her intoxicating kiss, as she pushes my jeans down just enough to free my erection. It grazes her inner thigh, standing firm, but I fight the urge to fuck her here and now.
“Wait, wait,” I whisper, biting my cheek. “Do you…”
“What?” she breathes.
“Do you need me to go slow?” I ask, thinking about her and her needs.
She shakes her head. “No. Maybe.” Her brow furrows. “I don’t know…”
I kiss her again to break the tension. “Do you want me to go down on you while you think about it?”
Her head tilts. “Yeah, sure.”
I attack her lips again first, taking my fill of her before moving down to her neck and shoulders. Every part of her twitches as I kiss her, awakening from a long drought of cold, lonely nights. I’ll make it worth it for her.
I go a bit lower and she arches her back, giving me enough space to reach behind her and unhook her bra. It goes loose about her shoulders and I playfully bite a strap. She laughs and straightens her arms to let me pull it off completely. I add it to the trail of clothes on the floor and stare down at the goddess in front of me.
She raises her hips as I pull her panties down her ankles. I toss them to the floor without turning away from her naked body, now displayed completely in front of me.
She’s fucking beautiful.
I place my hands on her hips and slide upward to grab her breasts. She quivers beneath me as my lips press along her belly. I keep moving south, looking up at her in case her face shows resistance but it doesn’t. Still, I hold back on everything I really want to do to her.
Her legs part a little more and I pull her knees over my shoulders. I lick my lips as saliva builds on my tongue. Again, I look up at her, wanting to see the pleasure on her face when I finally touch her.
I slide my tongue up along the edge of her folds. She takes in a sharp inhale and I smile as I round my tongue around her clit.
Anna closes her eyes. Her chest rises and falls quickly with each gentle lap I give her. I keep the same pace, watching it build on her beautiful face. A moan falls from her lips and I feel it in my groin. I give her more pressure, wanting to hear it again and again. She bites her lips but another deeper moan comes out. Her thighs twitch around my ears. Her taste covers my tongue. Her body heat makes me break a sweat. I feel up her curves toward her breasts and Anna clutches my left hand with her right. She squeezes it, her muscles pulsing in sync with her delicious moans.
I lap and suck, finding the perfect spot to force her over the edge. I want her to. I need her to. I’ll stay here all night to experience her coming over and over again.
Her nails dig into my hand but the pain isn’t enough to stop me. I lick faster, moving down to tease her entrance and her body tenses from head-to-toe.
She moans at the ceiling, the tension breaking. I don’t stop. I won’t stop until she begs me to.
Her moans quickly blend with laughter. She turns to the side and forces her legs closed to block my probing tongue. She keeps laughing, locking in a spiral of passion that won’t let her go.
I kiss up her thighs and belly, not wanting to let my lips stray far from her skin.
“Milo,” she moans.
I softly bite the flesh of her breast. “Yes?”
Her fingers wrap around my cock. My breath catches in my throat as she gives me a few slow and firm strokes.
I laugh. “Well hello, Detective.”
She kisses me, slipping her tongue between my lips. Her grip on me tightens and I make a random sport take over my thoughts.
I look in her eyes. There’s a fire in them that wasn’t there before. Her hair creates a dark halo beneath her head. Bright, pink cheeks. Quick, fluttering breaths.
I give her a hard kiss before she slides downward. I dip onto one side as she bends forward to take me into her mouth. My pleasure
spikes the moment her tongue grazes my tip and I hold a deep groan in the back of my throat. Anna bobs her head, taking me in and out of her sucking lips.
I run my fingers through her hair, resting my hand on her head. Tension builds quickly and I wrap my fingers around a lock of her hair, preparing to make her stop. I don’t want this to end too quickly, I haven’t fucked her the way I want to yet.
I reach my edge and pull myself out of her soft and warm mouth. She rolls onto her back as I push up to tower above her. Her thighs hug my waist, her welcoming slit teasing my throbbing cock.
I take hold of my shaft and guide it between her folds. Anna’s mouth drops as I thrust inside. I move slowly but the eager look in her eyes begs me to take her faster. She moans for me as her hands move along my arms and body. She raises her hips with my thrusts and we grind together, pushing each other toward climax.
I crush my mouth on hers, swallowing her moans. I grunt with every thrust, unable to hold back. Her back arches and my lips fall to her neck. She takes a final, deep breath and then I feel her sex clench around mine. It sends me over the edge and I come as she does.
We cling to each other, holding on until the wave finally subsides. I look into her eyes and she smiles back at me. I can barely catch my breath. The numbing pleasure fades and the forgotten pain returns to my ribs.
Her eyes twist with concern. “Are you okay?” she asks.
My lips twitch. “Are you?”
She answers with a smile and some of that pain fades away.
Twenty-Seven
Anna
Milo holds me up with both hands resting along the small of my back. He kisses my collarbone as I ride him, softly groaning with each roll of my hips. Passion passes between us. I claw at his back. He nibbles my neck. I feel climax tear me apart from the inside and he clings to me to keep me upright.
I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him. His hard cock stays within me but he doesn’t thrust. He sits and gazes at me, his eyes falling to my neck and breasts, all the way down to my legs wrapped around his bruised waist.
I rest my head on his shoulders, breathing hard to bring my pulse back to normal.
“Your body is amazing,” he says in my ear.
“Thank you.” I chuckle and raise my head. “You sound surprised.”
“No, not surprised. Just can’t even tell there was a baby in it.”
“I guess I got lucky. My bump wasn’t as destructive as other bumps.”
His eyes flash with excitement. “Do you have pictures?”
I groan. “Yeah. I wasn’t too keen on photographing the whole process but Evey insisted on a weekly shoot.”
He laughs. “Can I see them?”
“You want to see them?”
“Sure, why not? That’s my baby bump, too.”
I hesitate but give in quickly. “Okay, I might have a few on my phone. It was in my jeans pocket…”
“I’ll get it.”
He pushes me off him. I fall back onto the mattress, yelping in surprise as he bounces off the bed in excitement. I sit up, enjoying the splendid view of his glistening backside as he limps out of the room. He comes back quickly with my phone in his hand and I admire the tattoo just below his navel. Two birds flying along an infinity symbol.
“Here,” he says, handing me my phone.
“You didn’t have to go get it,” I say. “You’re injured.”
“It was worth it.” He lays on his side next to me. “Let’s see that bump.”
I sigh and swipe my phone on. I tap over to my photo album, feeling my cheeks burning up as I scroll back through the years. I’m suddenly finding it very difficult to find a flattering picture of myself, when before this moment I never would have cared.
I stumble on one Vincent took in the Muffin Top kitchen just a few days before I went into labor. The lighting is dim, so I don’t feel quite as self-conscious as Evey’s must-always-use-the-flash pictures. “Okay, here...”
Milo takes the phone out of my hands before I can change my mind. He clears his throat and settles in before looking at the screen.
His jaw drops. “You look so cute.”
I roll my eyes. “Shut up.”
“Not gonna lie to you, Anna. I’ve never looked twice at a pregnant woman but I probably would have hit on you anyway.”
I try to take the phone back but he extends his arm. “Milo…”
“Are there more?” He swipes his thumb across the screen.
“Yeah, but I would prefer it if—”
“Aww!” he cries. “Is that a hospital gown? Is it happening?”
“Yes, that’s after I went into labor. Evey stayed with me in the delivery room and—”
He grows serious. “Did she take video?”
“No, she didn’t take video!” I grab at the phone, laughing. “But only because I threatened to shoot her if she even tried.”
He ticks his tongue. “Police brutality much?” He laughs at another picture. “You look mad.”
“I’m in pain!”
“Man, women get the short end, don’t they?”
“The whole process is a cruel, cruel joke.”
He looks at me. “Was it worth it?”
I gesture to the phone. “Swipe again and you tell me.”
He does it and looks at the next photo. The first one ever taken of me and Charlotte. I still remember every second of that moment. We’d both been through total hell and back but I still smiled. She was what I always wanted and more.
“Wow,” Milo whispers.
“Yeah,” I say. “Wow.”
“She’s beautiful.”
“Yeah.”
“Charlotte’s not bad, either,” he adds.
I look at him and he smirks. I reach for the phone. He lets it slide free of his fingers and I barely hold onto it before it drops to the bed.
Milo kisses the tip of my nose. Then, my cheek. Then, my lips. I cup his face and he flinches.
“Bruised,” he says. “Still very bruised…”
I laugh, moving my hands to his chest instead. “Sorry.”
He kisses me again, adding pressure as he rolls me onto my back. I look down to his navel, following the bruises along his torso with my fingertips until I land on his tattoo.
Milo whistles. “Um, excuse me. I’m up here.”
I smile. “What’s this mean?” I ask, pointing at his tattoo.
“It’s…” He shakes his head. “Nothing.”
I raise a suspicious brow and he laughs.
“Okay, it’s not nothing but I got it when I was a teenager, so no laughing.”
I bite my inner cheek. “Is it from some horrible punk phase or something?”
“No. God, no. Boy bands.”
I snort. “Seriously. What is it?”
“It’s fate,” he says, shrugging. “You know? Just two beings on a path. Eventually, they’ll cross each other. It’s silly.”
“That’s not silly. That’s actually really sweet.”
“Yeah?”
“You’re kind of a romantic guy, aren’t you?”
He runs his fingers along my chin and up to brush through my hair. “You tell me,” he says.
I kiss him in response and he pulls me closer. My lips curl against his and I can’t help the chuckle climbing up my throat.
He laughs, too. “Bet it feels nice to be able to take off your badge and let your hair down.” He runs his fingers along my hairline again. “Isn’t that right, Detective?”
I smile, feeling a little more tension slip out of me. “Anna,” I say.
His nose taps mine. “Detective Anna.”
He shifts up onto his arms, towering over me. I touch him and he touches me, but we hold back. “When do you need to go?” he whispers, briefly glancing at the clock.
I breathe a laugh. “Probably shouldn’t be here at all.”
We kiss again, this one harder than before.
“Oh.” He hums, amused. “You’re not supposed to be here with me, ar
e you?”
“No.”
He smiles. “Are you being naughty, Detective?”
I quiver in his arms. “Yes.”
I stiffen as his hand slides between my thighs. His lips crush mine, bringing me back down and I relax against his bed.
“You can go if you want,” he says, his hand still moving. “I won’t stop you…”
“I want…” My words fail me as he slides a single finger along my outer folds. “Oh, god, I want.”
Milo gives a deep laugh behind his closed lips. “You want what?”
He doesn’t wait for an answer. He slides two fingers inside of me and my jaw drops. A twinkle of pleasure teases me, slowly building as he rubs me on the inside. He drops his lips to my neck to lick and nibble at my skin as he works me even harder.
I try to speak but my voice comes out a moan.
“What?” he asks, amused.
“You.” I force the word to form on my tongue.
He raises a brow but he doesn’t stop fucking me. “What?”
“I want you.” I kiss him again, drawing his bottom lip between my teeth.
He breathes with fire and passion for me and I feel his erection pressing into my hip. “I want you, again.”
I tremble in his hands. “Yes.”
“I want you to come first,” he says. “I want you to say my name.”
I grin, feeling the pressure building. “Milo…”
“No.” He kisses my temple. “Not that one.”
I look into his dark eyes, breathing hard. “Jacob,” I say.
“Jake.” He closes his eyes. “I want you to call me Jake.”
I cup his cheek slowly, guiding his head back up to kiss him. My entire body trembles more and more with each glide of his hand inside of me. He playfully bites my bottom lip, sending a tremor down my back. I moan for him. I give myself to him. All of me.
“Jake,” I mewl, feeling the pressure burst within me.
I come for him, just as I said I would and his smile grows wider. He keeps his hand moving in me and I feel every inch of him as my muscles pulse around him.
“Detective?”
