Page 21 of Crucified By the Dark
“Touch yourself. Come on me, Morry. I want to feel you come all over my cock as your pussy takes all that I can give.” He unleashed himself as he stared at her breasts, bouncing in time with his thrusts. Morry did as he asked. He thought that the view of her spread over the desk earlier was the sexiest thing he ever saw—that it couldn’t be topped—but that was obliterated when, a few seconds later, she came all over him.
“Jeremy, fuck yes.” Morry’s mouth fell open as she clamped down with the orgasm. Morry’s back arched once more off the desk as she was gripped in the waves of desire coursing through her body.
“Yes, yes. That’s it. Oh, God. Oh fuck,” Jeremy growled as the first stream of come left his body.
Jeremy yelled her name and was almost brought to his knees. His fingers tightened on her legs to hold himself upright as each thrust drew more from his body. Coming was painful after he had held back for so long, but it was glorious.
“Keep going,” Morry panted out, and he picked up the pace again as her climax continued in waves that rolled over his cock and somehow drew more from him as well.
Panting hard and spent for the moment, he lowered her legs to wrap around his waist. He wanted to collapse on her body and stay like that forever with his cock buried inside her. Every single muscle shook from the aftermath of what they’d just done. He nuzzled the side of her neck and took a deep breath before kissing her damp skin.
“I hope you don’t think I’m done,” he said into the side of her neck.
She laughed, and he groaned as her body tightened and released his still-hard shaft. Lifting himself up, he kissed her and hoped that what he was feeling came across. The kiss was long and slow. Jeremy didn’t leave a part of her mouth unattended, and it felt like his heart would explode from the emotion bubbling to the surface inside of him.
“Is that so,” she asked and ran the tips of her fingers along his shoulders, making him shiver.
“I just need to take a quick break, but I’m far from done with you.”
Keeping them joined, he scooped her up off the desk and walked over to the couch. Lying down, he held her as tightly as he could to his body and wrapped his leg around hers so she couldn’t magically escape. There was a small blanket on the back of the couch, and he grabbed it with one hand and shook it out to spread over her back, then wrapped his arms around her once more.
Morry’d finally opened the door, and all sorts of possibilities ran through his head. Jeremy had to make sure that he used whatever time he had left in this moment wisely. He wasn’t stupid. She may have agreed to be only his, but she could rescind that anytime. He needed to convince her that he was what she wanted. Not just for the fucking incredible sex, but forever.
Morry’s eyes were closed, her head over his thumping heart, and he felt complete. He’d been so close to giving up all hope, but now there wasn’t anything he wouldn’t do to keep this. There wasn’t anyone he wouldn’t kill to have her like this for the rest of their lives.
He would give her ten minutes to rest. Then he was taking her again on this couch.
Five Years Ago
Morry leaned against the clubhouse doorframe and stared across the way at Dean, who sat beside the dying flames of a bonfire. His face was mostly cast in shadow, but she could see the stress of time etched into his handsome features.
Heading back inside, Morry grabbed two beers and walked across the open space that reminded her of overseas. Maybe that was why she’d decided on this location for the clubhouse. Not only was it formidable and easy to defend, but there was a lot she missed about being overseas. Life was simpler in a lot of ways.
“Mind if I join ya,” she asked and pushed his feet off the chair to sit before he answered.
“I didn’t say yes.”
“I also know you wouldn’t say no. Besides, I brought you this,” Morry said and held out a beer for Dean.
“You always did know the fastest way to my heart,” Dean replied as they clinked their bottles together. “The kid settled?”
“Seems to be, but I have a feeling he’s going to have a rough few days.” She turned her head to stare at Dean. “Do you ever see them,” she asked, her eyes fixed on the dancing flames of the fire and the faces she saw lingering in the wavering heat. They’d lost so many, and each one of their screams had its own choir section in her mind. If only she could teach the conductor to keep them all quiet.
“Who?”
Morry glared sideways at Dean. “You know who I mean.”
Dean nudged the rocks by the flames with this foot, and embers rose into the night sky to decorate it with little glowing specks. It was a beautiful, clear night, and it felt almost mystical to see the orange embers twist in the wind beneath the full moon.
“I see them all the time. Awake, asleep, in the flames, it doesn’t matter. They follow me around as surely as my own shadow,” Dean said. He shook his head and covered his eyes.
She knew exactly how he felt.
TK’s image followed her around all the time. She would hear a laugh so similar that she thought it was him—as impossible as that was—and spin, just to find no one there. She would be doing something in her house and swear that he was there with her. She caught herself more than once talking to him like he was in the same room, and chills would travel all over her body. She didn’t know if his spirit was restless or if he was still lurking and making sure she was okay. Fuck, he was the best.
Morry and Dean talked at length about the ghosts of their past. What it was like to live in the present with them clinging to their mind and bodies. It could be the smallest thing that pulled you back in time, and once more, you were living with the ghosts as they rubbed shoulders with you, as if mocking the fact that you were still breathing.
“So tell me about this Jeremy guy,” she said and took another swig of her beer.
