Everleigh…

I clung to him, our mouths tangling, my hands in his hair, holding it back from his eyes even as he held mine back from mine. I wrapped my legs around his hips as he lay atop me, caging me with his strong, tattooed arms, his mouth hot against mine, his cock straining against his jeans, pressed firmly to the soaked, thin cotton of my panties where my skirt rode up.

His hands traveled down my body, over my stretched cotton tank, hitching up my skirt even higher, as my hands smoothed over the heated skin of his back. He groaned into my mouth when I skirted my fingertips along his waistband around front, finding his button already undone, my impatient fingers scrambling to lower his zipper.

He was trying to draw my panties down over my hips and I kept trying to raise them off the bed, but his body kept me pinned. We were being counterproductive in our passion and finally I muttered against his kiss, “Just tear them.”

He laughed darkly, the humor ending in a heated growl as he gripped the hip of my panties between both fists to either side of the seam and pulled.

He did likewise with the opposite side and dragged the ruined cotton out from between my legs even as I delved my hand into the front of his pants and gripped him with a firm hand, stroking him between us gently, needing, dying for a deeper touch.

“Make love to me,” I begged in a sensual whisper and he shoved his pants down around his thighs to free himself, pushed my skirt up out of his way once again, and gave me exactly what I wanted.

He slid into me, balls-deep on the first thrust and I cried out, arching over the bedspread, thrusting my tits at him in offering. He pulled my tank top down, freeing one, and immediately covered the nipple with his mouth, bending nearly double to do it.

The feel of his mouth on me, his cock buried deep inside of me, was electric. A low hum of pleasure swept through my body as he worked my nipple with lips, teeth, and tongue. His hips acted in counterpoint, thrusting as much as he could the way we were positioned, which was to say just enough to go deeper. It was just enough to send my pussy throbbing around him as the pressure built, the pleasure of his touch filling me like a cup, the liquid quicksilver of sensation rising impossibly fast, so impossibly quick that there was no avoiding being overfilled.

I gripped him, tensing my pelvic floor muscles around him, and he relinquished my nipple, arching up with a sound so animalistic it made me smile in a feral glee as we pushed each other, pulled each other along that razor’s edge of pleasure so fine it was almost painful.

“Harder,” I begged, “higher!”

He knew what I meant as we pushed each other closer and closer, higher and higher, towards the satisfaction we both desired, we both craved.

“Oh, God, Everleigh…” he moaned and my name, on his lips, in that way, was sweeter than any music, was more beautiful to me than any sound I’d ever heard before.

“Oh my god, yes…” I gasped, and spread my legs wider for him. He hooked an arm beneath my knee and laid one of my legs along his shoulder, folding me practically in half, eliciting a deep moan from me as he drove himself just that much deeper inside me, turning his head, laying a kiss, a soft bite, along the side of my calf.

“Come for me, babe, let me hear you,” he murmured and I moaned, the sound disappearing into a breathy sigh as he eased his thumb between us, putting an even pressure against my clit, slicking it through my wetness and drawing torturous circles over it.

I gasped, I whined, I bucked against him to no avail, as he brought me closer and closer to that ultimate goal of orgasm. I tightened up on him harder and he hissed out between gritted teeth, his thrusting becoming more difficult as he found it harder to draw back. He shoved forward, balls-deep and I crashed against the mattress, my breath rushing out of me in a deep cry, softening the sound as I lost all control of my finer motor skills and simply shuddered beneath the weight of him, pinning me down.

God, I loved him.

I let myself drown in the warm river of glow he’d immersed me in and just drifted, holding him to me as he lay atop me. Both of us drifted together, even though in reality, we were still in the cheap motel room, lying on top of the bedspread of the bed we hadn’t been using. Well, until now.

“You slay me in all the best ways,” he whispered into my ear when our breathing allowed it.

“Mmm.” I didn’t have words, just hummed in satisfaction to let him know I’d heard him and cuddled him close to me.

He sighed and chuckled and it was the happiest sound I think I’d ever heard any man make, and it pleased me to no end that it had been made because of me.

We went to King’s sentencing. Both of us sat behind the prosecution’s desk, front row, our fingers locked, our palms pressed together.

I swallowed hard and stared at King’s profile as he stood up and received his sentence, and breathed a silent sigh of relief when it was ‘Life’. Granted, there was a possibility of parole, but not for at least twenty years. He looked pissed, leaned in to listen to his attorney whisper something in his ear, then turned and cast the most sinister look in my direction.

Narcos’ hand tightened around mine, but I gave King nothing except my best blank look. I was terrified, but I wasn’t about to give him the satisfaction of knowing that.

We stood, went through the motions of the court, and King and his cohorts were led out of the courtroom. I instantly felt a tension I hadn’t realized I’d been carrying ease out of my shoulders. Yale turned and gave us a simple nod, his eyes shrouded with an unreadable look in them, his jaw tightly clenched.

We left the courtroom, Narcos hanging onto my hand and letting me out of the bench and into the aisle ahead of him, Driller right behind him.

When we reached the hall, I turned to them both and asked, “Now what?”

“You’re a dead bitch!” Rebel grated, as he stepped out the courtroom behind us.

“Did you hear him threaten her?” Driller asked, amused.

“I surely did,” Narcos said.

I watched silent, tongue-tied, as Narcos and Driller bantered back and forth, running circles around Rebel, who was trying to claim freedom of speech and hide behind the constitution. They were buying time, waiting for more of the Knights of Crescentia to make it to the door.

I stepped aside, relinquishing my hold on Narcos’ hand when Driller stepped in to put Rebel up against the wall. Yale squeezed out of the doorway and stepped in front of me, putting a hand behind himself, and against me, to both keep track of me and to keep me from interfering as one of the Knights of Crescentia swung on Narcos.

I yipped and jumped when the brawl started, but it was all part of the plan. My presence here today was designed to provoke them, and it worked like a charm. Yale pressed me back, standing with a superior and smug look as bailiffs stepped in and more Indigo City police arrived to break up the fight.

In the end, Narcos boasted a split lip, Driller a bruised cheek and both of them displayed the biggest shit-eating grins. I smiled and Narcos held out a hand, the knuckles scraped and bleeding, and I took it gently.

“Go on, get out of here,” Driller said good-naturedly with a wink. “I got this. Meet you at the 10-13 in a few hours.”

Narcos nodded. “Appreciate it,” he said, and Driller laughed.

“I think you’ve earned a break.”

We followed Yale down back hallways to the service elevators where he punched the ‘Down’ button.

“That went better than I expected,” he said, raising his eyebrows.

“Totally,” Narcos agreed.

“But, do you think it will work?” I asked softly.

“Without King’s brains, yeah. One of them will give up the cop feeding the club information. All these fuckers will be tied up for at least the next few months.”

Yale chimed in. “For assault, assaulting an officer, threatening a witness, resisting arrest, and whatever else I can come up with. And I can get pretty creative. It’s bought you time. Not sure how much, but you can at least breathe and get settled however you’d like.”

“Thank you,” I murmured, grateful.

He nodded, “You’re sure you can’t be talked into –“

“No,” I said quickly, and Narcos and I exchanged a look. He spoke for us both when he said, “Whatever happens, we’ll meet it head-on. The both of us.”

“Together,” I said softly.

The elevator chimed and the doors slid open.

Yale shook his head, a smile on his face as he stepped out.

“Go on, get out of here. I’ll see you later at the 10-13.”

“Thanks, man,” Narcos nodded.

When the doors slid shut, we looked at each other and burst into a fit of giggles and shared grins.

“I can’t wait to take you home,” he said.

“I can’t wait to see where you live,” I responded.

He shook his head and said, “It’s a shitty, cheap-ass studio, babe. I don’t want you getting used to it. I want to buy us a house.”

I blinked at him in surprise.

“You’re serious.”

“As a heart attack. I want a fresh start, a new beginning for the both of us.”

He touched my cheek and gently tweaked his thumb against it in the barest whisper of a touch and I blushed like I was brand new. He smiled, and just before we could kiss, the elevator jolted to a stop.

I had this horrifying image of the doors opening and something awful being on the other side, simply because it was my luck and I was just so happy right now. Surely the universe needed to send a gunman, or an accident, or something our way to ruin it.

The doors opened without incident and I breathed a subtle sigh of relief and followed him out into the garage.

Nothing happened. Nothing happened to us on the way to wherever he was taking me, either. I dared to let hope peek out from behind the typical rainclouds of my general melancholy and attempted to curb my negative thinking.

I held myself tightly to his back as we turned into an alley in the heart of the city’s old town and hopped off when he went to back it into a line of others against the building.

“How far do we have to go?” I asked and he smiled and got off his bike.

“We’re here, just right around the corner.”

He took my hand, and we went into the bar-and-grill just around the alleyway’s corner to a round of applause and rowdy cheers and whistling. I laughed and tucked myself against Narcos’ chest, beneath one of his massive arms, as the rest of his true club, the Indigo Knights stepped forward to meet us.

It was overwhelming, but fantastic, positive, glowing, and wonderful at the same time.