Page 39 of Run to Me
Fuck.
Goddamn it to hell, how the fuck am I supposed to go along with this friendship shit when she’s sat on my hard dick, whimpering in my arms as I kiss her neck?
I don’t want to be her friend. I want to be her everything.
She shifts her hips the tiniest bit, but the friction rubs her pussy against my cock, and I swear to God, I almost lose it and come right there in my briefs.
The movement snaps what little control I was holding onto, and I kiss my way up her neck while sliding my hands down her back.
She shifts her hips again, and this time I know she’s purposely grinding that sweet little pussy against my cock. My hands slide down and grab onto her ass, I pull her even closer to me, controlling her movements as she fucking dry humps me right here on the coffee table.
“Fuck, angel,” I rasp, and she lifts her head to look at me. This girl is fucking gorgeous, but—with her grinding on my lap with that look in her eyes—she’s never looked more beautiful than she does in this moment.
Her hooded eyes stare up at me, a fire burning inside them as she keeps rocking her hips against me and I swear, this is the single hottest sexual encounter of my life.
I’ve had good sex. I’ve had kinky sex. I’ve had threesomes, foursomes, sex club sex. Not a single one of those times ever felt anything like this moment right here.
Those greeneyes stare at me, swimming in lust while her reddened cheeks make me want to see what other parts of her body are also flushed. Those tempting lips are parted and it’s taking everything in me not to slam my lips down on hers and finally get a taste of her, but I can’t do that unless she initiates it. This is so far past our agreement of being friends, and I refuse to push her to do anything she doesn’t want.
Her mouth opens as though she’s about to speak, but at that exact moment my phone decides to ring. I see the moment shatter before my eyes. Her expression shutters and she retreats back into herself as she freezes on my lap. Her body becomes tense, and I see regret in her eyes. And fuck, if that doesn’t make me feel like shit.I should have stopped the second things became heated, but I’m only human.
“You should get that,” she murmurs while avoiding my eyes before scrambling off my lap and leaving the room, where I’m left staring after her retreating form with a hard dick and a pit in my stomach, wondering if I’ve just ruined all the progress we had made.
The ringing stops, only for it to start up again a second later. I dig into my pocket and pull it out with more force than necessary. Seeing Marco’s contact on the screen, I sigh before accepting the call.
“What?” I bark, not in the fucking mood for pleasantries.
“Get your ass to the hospital, Luca just woke up.”
Ilove my brother.
Really, I do. I’m glad he’s finally woken up from the four-day coma that’s had us all waiting on tenterhooks, worried about him being okay. But did he really have to go and wake up while I was in the middle of the best goddamn moment of my life?
Fucking selfishasshole.
Marco meets me in the waiting room to let me know that he’s just been checked over by the doc and that he’ll take a while to recover, but he’s out of the woods.
“Has Izzy ripped him a new asshole yet?” I say with a smirk.
“Nah, man. She’s finally asleep, I told him not to wake her up. Of course, he then went off on me about how we should have made her go home,” he says with a snort before rolling his eyes.
Luca should know by now that not a single person would be able to tell that woman what to do. She’s a fucking force to be reckoned with and he better count his blessings that she’s still by his side.
Besides, my sister-in-law is scary.
“I’m leaving. Dad’s in the middle of finding every bit of information he can about the Blue Vipers so I’m gonna go give him a hand. He’ll pop in later but maybe don’t stay too long, Luca and Izzy need to talk and sort their shit out,” he says with an eye roll, and I chuckle.
“Thanks for looking into it, man.” I pat his shoulder and he nods before we part ways. I stroll down the corridor and walk into my brother’s room to find him lying in bed with Izzy’s head resting on his arm, his other arm reaching over to play with her hair while she sleeps.
“It’s about fucking time. You know she threatened a doc with a knife because you wouldn’t wake up? She was losing her shit man, and that’s saying something coming from me,” I say while gesturing to his wife before crossing the room and taking a seat next to his bed.
He turns his head to look at me. “Who was the woman and why the fuck was she after her?”
“I had Alec go through security footage and identify her. Seems like she was Alessi’s girlfriend or some shit like that and blamed Izzy for his death.” I choose not to tell him that I’ve been keeping Alec very fucking busy. After he finished looking through the security footage of the café, he then started looking into every single lead I could find on the Blue Vipers.
My brothers best friend is a motherfucking genius with computers, and if I had asked Izzy, they would have found the assholes by now. But unfortunately, my idiot older brother had to go and get himself shot. I can’t exactly be asking her for favors when she’s convinced her husband was on his death bed now, can I?
“Once she wakes up and sees I’m good, I’ll send her back to your place to rest…”