Well, nothing we both didn’t want to have happen.
“Do you know the sound you will make for stop?” He asked, wrapping himself around me. The weight of his cock was right there against my ass. Oh, someone was as naked as I was and I’d missed it.
That was all right. This was what he needed.
I had thought about the sound I would make, but now, all the thoughts fled at the contact of his kisses along my shoulder. Then he rubbed his cheek and the hint of stubble there sent electric pulses through me. The prickles of contact skating over my skin and through my blood.
The ball gag made me drool more, but frankly I didn’t care. I trilled a sound, it was lower, and vibrated from my throat. It wasn’t a sound of a cry or a scream. It wasn’t even a moan. It was a far more deliberate noise.
“Oh,” he said, exhaling the syllable like it was everything he needed. “I like that… excellent. If you want me to stop, make that sound…”
I didn’t even get to acknowledge it when there was a sudden hoisting and I wasn’t on the bed anymore. Suddenly, all his loops and ties made sense. He was suspending me, like the exhibits in the museum tonight.
Suspended for his pleasure.
For mine.
The trembling came from my core, and the first brush of his cock had me moaning.
“Yes,” he whispered. “Just like that… Mine to wreck, and to use, until we’re both spent.”
Then he thrust inside of me and the wracking orgasm took over. Thoughts scattered, obliterated in a wave of pure white bliss.
Everything honed down to the place where his body filled mine and to where he anchored me to the earth with his hands on my hips.
Flying… this was what it was like.
I was flying.
And Bodhi was soaring with me.
Chapter
Eighteen
EZRA
The planning session with the Vandals went late into the night, continuing well after Bodhi notified us that he and Lainey weren’t returning to the penthouse. My reaction? Lucky bastard.
Adam’s response surprised me more, honestly. He just lifted his chin in acknowledgement when Milo shared the info with us quietly. While I might be the more impulsive of us, Adam definitely had the worst temper. When it came to Lainey, he’d never been reasonable.
Never.
The fact neither of us experienced immediate jealousy or irritation stunned me when it sank in. Maybe he did get a twinge and was better at hiding it than I was, or maybe he didn’t.
The thing was… my kotyonok was with Bodhi. No, she wasn’t where I could see or touch her, but she was with someone who would not hesitate to kill in her defense. He would protect her. She was safe.
Surety in that knowledge relaxed the tension in my lower spine. Dismissing the urge to get a drink, I settled for coffee and followed it with water. Eventually, the Vandals were wrapping it up and preparing to go.
“I’m going back with them tonight,” Milo said as the others left and he dragged on his jacket. “I’ll be back in the morning.” He glanced toward the door, and said, “I’ll be out in a sec.”
Liam lifted his chin then shut the door, leaving the three of us alone.
“I’d protest about heading out alone, but you’re hardly going without backup. They are more than capable of keeping an eye on you.” The dry comment pulled a faint smile from Milo.
“Yeah and I need to talk to Doc. With everything we’re juggling, I don’t want to lose sight of anything. Particularly King and his ties, this—new sibling Ivy and I apparently have, and everything else.” He raked a hand through his hair. “You two good? No plans to raise hell or burn anything down tonight?”
“Not at the moment,” I said, shrugging. Anything was possible. “Night’s still young.”
“No,” Adam grunted out the word and gave me a fierce look. Oh, there went the vein in his forehead. My grin widened. “We’re not going anywhere.”
Oh, that was definitely an order. I almost chortled, but managed to contain it before I glanced at Milo. “Go check on your friend. I solemnly swear, I’ll send you a text if we plan any riots.”
“Uh huh.”
Milo and Adam grunted those two syllables in the exact same tone. Try as I might, I couldn’t not laugh. It was funny as fuck.
“I won’t be far,” Milo said to Adam. “Good luck.”
Good luck? Some of my amusement drained away. The fact Milo clapped Adam on the shoulder didn’t help.
I scowled as Milo strode out, closing the door behind him and leaving us in Bodhi’s penthouse. Bodhi’s place… I got why we were here. He wanted us in a more secure location. For Lainey…
Suddenly, it seemed too silent, too large, and far too empty. Pivoting, I glared at Adam. The desire for whiskey burned in my throat. I could practically taste it.
“Why did he wish you good luck?” The demand escaped with all the grace of an angry toddler. Irritation raced through me, slamming headlong into embarrassment and shame.
