It was hard, fast, rough and amazing.

I came within minutes. I did it hard and I did it crying out his name before I sank my teeth in his shoulder.

Ren took a lot longer, but it was clear from his noises and the brutal beauty of his kisses that he enjoyed it so I gave him everything he needed with my hands, my mouth and my happy place to take him there.

Finally, he got there.

He had his mouth on my neck working me, and I had my hands under his shirt roaming his back, my mind memorizing our evening. All of it. Especially this part, his weight on me, him filling me, the scent of him, the feel of him.

Everything.

So it took a beat before I realized his body was shaking.

“Ren?” I called.

He lifted his head and I saw his smile.

He was laughing.

“What’s funny?” I asked.

“Jesus,” was his nonsensical answer.

As good as it felt feeling his big strong body move on me (and in me, it must be said), I didn’t get it.

“What’s funny?” I repeated.

“Only you,” he replied.

“Only me?”

“Only you would get off on me slammin’ some asshole’s face into a table.”

I stiffened.

His hand immediately came up to cup my jaw, his body stopped shaking and his smile died clean away.

“Take me as I am,” he whispered, and I noticed his voice had that tone, his face had that look, and I melted beneath him.

“Yeah,” I whispered back.

“Love you, Ally.”

I grinned. “Love you more, baby.”

He didn’t grin.

He said, “Impossible.”

I frowned.

“If you make me cry, no sex for a week,” I declared, but my voice was husky.

“Then I better not make you cry,” he murmured, lips twitching.

“Damn straight,” I mumbled.

That was when he grinned.

Then his lips came to mine and he ordered, “Go clean up. That went fast. I wanna eat you and fuck you again before you go learn how to bypass security systems.”

My entire body trembled.

“’Kay,” I agreed immediately.

He touched his mouth to mine, slowly slid out while watching, and said, “Meet you in bed.”

He so would.

He rolled off. I rolled the other way, got to my feet and let my panties drop down my leg. I stepped out of them and sashayed, wearing nothing but a pair of stiletto sandals, to and up the stairs.

I hit the bathroom and did as ordered.

Then I met my man in bed.

* * * * *

“Tonight, you watched. Next time we go, you watch again. The time after, you’re up.”

This was Vance.

We were standing by the driver’s side door of my Mustang in Lee’s parking garage in the dead of night, and he was being bossy.

He had also taught me sick good things that night, so I decided not to give a shit that he was being bossy.

“Right,” I agreed.

He reached into his back pocket, pulled out a small black leather pouch with a zip around three sides and handed it to me.

“Those’re yours. Picks. You buy locks at a hardware store and practice. When you’re up, I’ll be timin’ you. You got thirty seconds.”

I looked up at him and nodded but said, “I didn’t bring anything to give you.”

He gave me his shit-eating grin.

I decided to get serious.

“Appreciate you doing this, Vance.”