I groan and push my hips into him, meeting his pelvis with my own, over and over until Crown is moaning, these low incomprehensible sounds that give me chills. There’s nothing human in that; it’s all animal pleasure and raw nerves. He clings to me and holds me close as he comes inside of me, panting and shivering in the smoky air.
“Shit.”
I put my head against his chest and close my eyes, listening to his heart thundering away. Crown digs his fingers into my hair and strokes my scalp.
“Shit,” he says again, and there’s a measure of surrender in his voice. He’s giving up; I’ve broken him down. A smile teases across my lips as I lift my face up to look into his. “Every time I think there’s a line that can’t be crossed, I …”
“Not black and white,” I tell him, taking his huge hands and putting them on my breasts. He kneads the full mounds with my fingers still entwined with his, and I moan so loudly that he actually curses again. The sound echoes around us, ricocheting off into the shadows of night. “Shades of gray.”
I reach between us and work my clit with my fingers as Crown plays with my tits, hefting them into his warm, rough palms and pinching my nipples as I pulse and squeeze around his body. He gets hard again relatively quickly, and a sultry chuckle escapes me.
“You really are a brat,” he growls, yanking me against him again and bouncing me on his lap, spearing his cock all the way inside of me as I whimper and writhe against him, digging my nails into his shoulders. “A terrible fucking brat who doesn’t listen to shit.”
Crown lifts us both up suddenly, and a small sound escapes me. He carries me up the porch steps and lays me on his stupid outdoor rug that’s spread out in front of a pair of rocking chairs. And then he fucks me while looking into my eyes. When I try to turn my face away, he snatches my chin in rough fingers and makes me look at him while I come.
I try to close my eyes, and he squeezes my chin harder until I’m forced to open them, staring at him as my body milks his with hard, strong pulses. And that’s exactly what got us all into trouble before, isn’t it? I think, panting there underneath him.
He waits until I’m nothing but a messy puddle, and then fucks into me until he comes again, digging his nails into the rug on either side of my head. And then Crown collapses on top of me, his heavy weight a pleasant warmth on a relatively cool evening.
“I love you, too,” I murmur finally. “I’ve been in love with you since I was fifteen. Maybe longer than that.”
“No, don’t say that,” he whispers, but he doesn’t move from where he is. Of them all, Crown is the one that’s been here the longest, the one that I’ve known the longest. He lifts up slightly, bracing himself on his forearms so that he can stare down at me. “Please stop.”
“You want me to lie?” I offer up, and he groans, pushing himself up into a sitting position, naked and gorgeous in the flickering flames of the porch light. I sit up, too, squeezing my thighs together and apologizing to the poor rug. I pick at the fibers with my fingernails. “You’re a very easy man to have a crush on.”
He almost smiles at that, but then, he wouldn’t be Crown if he didn’t throw an imperious look in my direction.
“You shouldn’t have worked so hard today,” he says, and I narrow my eyes.
Oh boy, here we go.
“Why?” I ask as he shoves up to his feet, heading down the front steps to gather our clothes. He comes back with the items in his arms and then gives the front door a scathing sort of scowl.
“You know why,” he says, his voice relatively calm, even if his expression is hideous. The scowl isn’t for me; it’s for our houseguests. Crown chucks the clothes onto one of the chairs, removing our phones and his gun and then offering me my Magnum.
I stand up and take it, giving him an odd look.
He types the code for the house in, and the lock makes a mechanical swishing sound as it unlocks.
“If anyone’s in here, clear out,” he calls after he opens it, and then he looks back at me, nodding in the direction of the front hall. “I didn’t buy and renovate this place to wear clothes in it; this is my house.”
I take the Magnum with me as Crown moves into the front hall, waiting for me to join him before he closes and locks the door behind him. The way he looks in the shadows of that hallway, I know that this is it.
