Page 76 of Swerve (Boosted Hearts 1)

“You like that?” I asked.

“Yeah, I fucking like it.”

I spread wider and pushed two fingers inside.

He groaned, then stilled, his breathing rougher than I’d ever heard it, and squeezed his cock so hard it had to hurt, cursing while he did it. “Who do you think about when you’re pumping those fingers in and out of that pretty pussy, baby? Who do you imagine between your thighs?”

I bit my lip, pushing my fingers deeper, faster. “You . . . ahhh.”

“Play with your tit, that sexy as fuck barbell. Tug it. That’s it. Now slide your thumb over your clit, Ruby.”

I did as he asked, and my back arched, a scream bursting past my lips. Then I was coming. I felt Neco brush my hands away, then his mouth was there, lapping at me, growling as he tasted me, prolonging my orgasm.

He ate at me until the last ripple of pleasure moved though me. Then he was . . . gone. I blinked my eyes open. He was standing beside me, fingers still gripping his length, stroking slowly. I looked up at him, at the fierce expression on his face.

“No more games. Time for your first taste of cock,” he rasped.

It didn’t occur to me to refuse. Why would I? He was right, no more games. I wanted him as much as he wanted me.

I sat up and dropped to my knees in front of him, eyes on his the whole time. Too much, too intense. I swallowed audibly. “R-remember this is my first time, so you know . . . don’t expect any deep throat, yeah?”

He chuckled, the sound pained, but also dark and sexy as fuck. He threaded his fingers though my damp hair, fisting it lightly. “At this point you could blow on my dick and I’d come like a fucking freight train. This isn’t going to last long, not after that show.”

I leaned forward, my lips a breath from the swollen head. “Okay, here goes,” I whispered, then darted my tongue out, tasting him.

He groaned, fingers getting tighter. “Fuck, Ruby.”

“More?”

He tilted his hips, pushing the tip past my lips, giving me an answer without words. Yep, he was done with the teasing. I moaned at the taste of him. It was dark and sexy and as he slid deeper, I had to squeeze my legs together.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” he snarled.

He was right; he was wound tight, already past the point of no return. I only got to suck him to the back of my throat a few times, reveling in the rough, hungry sounds coming from him, before he dragged me to my feet and spun, lifting me as he went, wrapping my legs around his hips. My back slammed against the wall, and he filled me a second later hard and fast, fucking into me without mercy. I screamed, coming again almost instantly as he hammered into me, chanting my name over again as he joined me.

I pressed my lips to his shoulder, dragging in one breath after another, trying to get my heart rate under control. The intensity of Neco’s desire for me was almost more than I knew what to do with. I was stupid, naïve to think I had any kind of control over this man. He was a force of nature, a raging storm that, if I weren’t careful, would blow me right over and swallow me whole.

I’d never been wanted like this, needed, and now that he’d allowed himself to finally have me, the intensity of that need threatened to burst me into flames, turn me to ash.

And, if I weren’t careful, lose myself all over again.

Later that night, when we were settling into bed, and he’d curled me into his side, pressing his lips to my hair, I asked quietly. “Any idea who killed Scott?”

He was quiet for several seconds, then, “No.”

“Neco . . . you . . . you didn’t . . . ?” I held my breath.

Now it was his turn to still. “You sound like Hunter.” He relaxed against me. “I didn’t kill Scott.”

“I didn’t really think you would . . . but, you were just so . . . so angry . . .”

“It’s okay, Ruby,” he said cutting me off. “The truth is, I would have . . . I would have ended that fucker if I’d found him first.” He rolled me to my back. “Does that scare you?” he said. “That I’d kill for you?”

I shook my head, didn’t even have to think about it. “No.”

Maybe that made me a bad person, or messed up. But I understood the world he grew up in. I’d lived there as well. He was made different than other men, all the guys at the agency were. Each one of them would die . . . would kill, for the people they loved most. Neco loved me. He hadn’t said those exact words, but that’s what it amounted to.

How could I condemn him for loving me like that, when I loved him the same?