ELEVEN
Mark
"Just let go, baby," I demanded as she slammed back into me, legs shaking, voice a pained animal sound that shot right to my dick which had been waiting its turn, not so patiently, for three orgasms now.
I wasn't wrong about the jets.
I was pretty much convinced every house needed a tub like this. It might actually save some goddamn marriages. That was how intense the fucking orgasms Scotti was having were- strong enough to forget that for eight weeks straight your lazy ass forgot to take out the trash, and that the dishwasher was still broken, and you had yet to change a dirty diaper after three kids and seven years. It might even let her forgive the fact that you only got half-hard, fucked like a jackrabbit, and never learned where her clit or G-spot were. You know, so long as you dirty-talked and held her through the watergasm. Yep. Made that one up. It was appropriate.
But seriously.
Get a jetted tub.
"There you go, squeeze my fingers," I growled, part of me really wishing it was my cock getting that fucking treatment right then, but loving the goddamn sound of her scream reverberating off the tiled walls of the bathroom.
I moved my cock between us to stroke up her cleft after she pulled her legs beneath her, kneeling, her hands on the edge of the tub as she struggled to get her breathing back to normal.
"Not the most ideal time to bring this up," I started, pulling her against my chest as I kept stroking my cock against her pussy.
"Bring what up?" she asked, sounding somewhat dreamy, completely content from the four solid orgasms she already had.
If I had anything to say about it, we were getting to six.
"Tests and contraception," I offered, looking out the door toward the bedroom, my wallet and condoms a world away.
"Oh."
"Yeah, not a romantic subject, but we gotta get it out of the way regardless. I get tested twice a year. A month ago it was clean. Always used condoms before. Got the proof on my phone if you want to give me a nice view of your perfect fucking ass as you reach out there for it," I offered, meaning toward the counter where I left it.
"I believe you."
"Your turn, baby," I offered, pressing my cock into her clit, smiling when she let out a hiss.
"Get checked at my six-month gyno visits. Always clear. Always use condoms."
"And those six-month gyno visits, you talk about anything other than test results?"
"Oh, we talk about the weather. And how to do self-exams. Oh," she added as I started to smile, knowing her game, liking that she chose that moment to play it perhaps more than I should. "We also talk about my prescription for the Ring."
Thank fuck.
Never, fucking never in my life had the idea of going without something between me and a woman sounded quite so appealing. In fact, I was pretty sure it wasn't something I ever thought about except in passing. When you weren't the relationship kind of guy, you didn't fuck around about protection. For yourself, sure, and the woman. No one wanted any nasty surprises or an unplanned baby from a one-night-stand.
But with Scotti, I don't know, it was different.
I wanted to feel her.
I wanted her to feel me.
"So what you're saying is..." I prompted when the silence hung for a long minute.
"What I'm saying is," she said, her hand moving between us, grabbing my cock, and moving it down toward the entrance to her pussy, "I need you inside me right now," she said, her voice catching as I slowly slid inside her, feeling her warm, wet, tight walls close around me, having to take a slow, deep breath to keep it together.
Nothing, fucking nothing had ever felt quite so goddamn good.
"Jesus," I growled, resting my forehead down on her shoulder as my cock buried to the hilt.
Her head fell back on my shoulder, her hands going up and behind us to wrap around the back of my neck. My own hands moved from her hips to slide up her belly and cup her breasts, rolling her hardened nipples until her hips started squirming against me, until she was as needy as I was feeling right then.
Then, before I could focus enough to even think of taking control, she started thrusting against me, taking over instead.
One of my hands slipped low, reaching between her thighs for her clit, working around it, but not touching it, knowing it was likely at that over-sensitive stage from the jets already, and knowing with this position, my cock was raking over her G-spot, and her clit was just adding to the whole thing, not delivering the whole she-bang.
"Oh, my God," she whimpered, riding me harder, the water sloshing over the sides of the tub and no one gave a fuck about the mess we'd have to clean up after. We were too lost in the moment. "Mark, I'm..."
She didn't even get to finish telling me before her pussy started spasming around my cock, dragging out a deep growl from me as I started thrusting into her, her body giving out.
"Fuck, baby," I groaned as I started to come deep inside her sweet, welcoming pussy.
And as whacked as it might have been to think it so soon, nothing had ever felt more right.
It was just my luck I was falling for a known flight risk.
Falling for?
My immediate, knee-jerk reaction was to shrink away from that, to deny it, to call it insane.
And maybe it was insane, but it was also true.
There was no denying it. Why the fuck else would I have kept stopping what I was doing during work hours to check my phone which I had already set to alert me with news regarding a certain big box store? Why else would I have jumped up from dinner with Shane and Lea to get in my truck and haul ass out of town while calling everyone I knew in the criminal underbelly about possible hideouts in that area of New York state? Why else would I demand she change the entire course she had set for her life? Why else would I feel a bone-deep need to be raw inside her? To fill her with my come? To claim her in a way I had never wanted before?
There was only one answer to all of those, regardless of how too-soon it might have been.
I was falling.
And, all things said and done, it wasn't that soon.
Shane knew Lea was important almost immediately.
Hunt knew Fee was something special.
Ryan knew he needed Dusty after one night where she was too freaked out with a panic attack to even have a fully normal interaction with.
It was how it happened with my parents too.
Maybe it had something to do with all of us being ladies men before. We had gotten enough of a taste of what wasn't right to know the taste of what was.
Maybe we were all just lucky.
We didn't have to spend weeks or months sitting across from someone in restaurants before we realized they were right. We didn't need to make pro and con lists. We didn't need to weigh the options.
We just knew.
I just knew about Scotti.
It was as simple as that.
Was the situation maybe less than ideal? Well, she was a fucking armed robber hellbent on leaving the country, so... yeah.
But what man didn't like a challenge?
Nothing good in life ever comes easy.
If Scotti was maybe my chance to get a taste of what Hunter, Shane, Ryan, and my parents had, then, yeah, I was willing to put in the work.
Which included keeping her strong enough to talk to her brothers. So we needed to get out of the tub and into clothes before they showed up. Otherwise, I'd likely be getting nothing but death glares though they all damn well knew their sister was no starry-eyed virgin that I deflowered. I guess brothers had to be that way with their little sisters.
"Come on, baby," I said, dropping my hips to slide out of her.
"My legs are Jell-O," she grumbled as I stepped out and started drying off.
"Alrighty then," I said, tying a towel around my waist, and reaching down to haul her up. "You hold onto me, and I'll dry you off," I offered, already reaching up to scrub the towel into her dripping hair.
"What? No. I can..."
"Let me take care of my woman? You sure can do that. So quit your bitching," I said with a smile that she returned as I slowly moved to towel her off, noticing her skin getting flushed as I moved slowly over her. When I chanced a look at her face, her eyes were heavy-lidded again. This woman could wear me the fuck out. I didn't even think that was possible. I also decided that this needed to be a form of foreplay at some point in the future. But not right then. Right then we needed to get dressed before we were invaded. "How are they feeling now?"
"How are what feeling now?" she asked, voice doing that sexy far-away thing that it did when she got turned on.
"You're killing me, woman. Look away or something. My stomach needs some fuel before my cock gets near you again."
She laughed at that, moving to take the towel from me and stand. "Well, I guess I can feed you then," she declared, moving away from me and toward the bedroom. She slipped into jeans and a black tee, leaving her feet bare, and moved off toward the kitchen. "Oh, crap. Literally."
"What?" I asked, walking back out, still shrugging into my shirt.
"The damn chick. We forgot all about him and... well... he is not house trained. Ugh. Gross. You little shithead," she said in a crooning mama-bird voice, picking him up, and moving to hand him to me. "Go give that back to his mother while I clean up. Oh, and grab some spinach from the garden. I can make omelets. Oh, yeah and here, take this basket and get the eggs."
"Well, I a-reckon I can fetch you some eggs for a-breakin'-the-fast, little lady."
"Ha ha," she mocked my stupidity, but was genuinely smiling. "Get moving while I chop potatoes."
So then I got moving, a chirping chick in the basket, happy as can be. It really was a nice place. Especially after a life of living in places like the shack she had been staying in for so long. The land was sprawling, making my two acres that, in my area, was practically an obnoxious amount of land, seem like an itty bitty backyard in a major city. The air was clean. There were no car sounds or neighbors.
I could see why she found a little peace here.
It was a place to breathe, to clear your head, to reevaluate.
And that was exactly what I hoped she and her brothers would do that very morning. Because I knew I was right. I was so right, damnit. They didn't have to leave. In fact, amongst trolling the news for new robberies, I went ahead and researched all the old ones. She was right when she said they disguised themselves. Not one single report was the same. Sometimes there were redheads, brunettes. Sometimes there were blue eyes, green, gray. Sometimes she and her brothers were thin, buff, fat. Sometimes they spoke in fucking accents or other languages that no one else understood, which I figured for made up. They covered their tracks. A trained bloodhound wouldn't be able to sniff them out. There hadn't even been any suspicion about there being five of them.
They could start again with their real names, get real jobs, make real lives. And, quite frankly, maybe the best place in the world for them to do that was Navesink Bank. It was so jam-packed with crime that the cops wouldn't even think to suspect them of anything. And even if they did, the right contacts in the NBPD and DA's office and they were guaranteed to get off scot-free.
It was the ideal solution.
And I wasn't just saying that because I wanted to take her ass back to my bed for a month straight, I wanted to see her in my kitchen cooking for me, tending a garden, calling me on my bullshit, meeting my family.
I was saying it because it was the damn truth.
They could make it work.
Now it was just up to Scotti to convince them.
I wondered how much of a fight her brothers would put up.