Sophie Oak - Lost in Bliss

He pulled back and flipped her over in one neat turn. His finger pressed against her ass before she could think to breathe.

“Damn it, Cameron. I’m supposed to be mad at you,” Laura said.

“You were supposed to be even madder at Rafe, but he got to ride you bareback. He’s the one who brought this shit down on our heads, but you let him fuck you. I deserve more. I’m the good one. Doesn’t the good one deserve more than the bad boy?” Laura groaned as he pressed his well-lubed finger deep in her anus. His cock teased at the lips of her pussy.

“You’re both bastards.” It was so much easier to fight with Cam.

She practically heard the smile on his face. “Yes, but we’re your bastards.”

Laura groaned as his cock invaded. She would have sworn she couldn’t feel anything else, but her cunt lit up at Cam’s thrust.

“What if I don’t want you?” Even as she said the words, she lifted her ass up to take him more fully.

“I’d want to die, so I wouldn’t believe it,” Cam replied.

He gently spread her legs further so he could work his cock in. It was so deep at this angle. She felt absolutely helpless, yet that was all right with Cam. She felt her body softening under him, allowing him to take control. Her breasts were flattened against Nate’s desk. God, Nate was going to kill her for desecrating his desk. Nate took his job seriously. There was no way anything sexual had ever happened in his office. Well, it had now. She had to hope Nate had gone to lunch and wouldn’t really guess what the feds had been doing to their very important witness.

Laura felt the dual penetration of Cam’s cock and his fingers.

“Besides, your cunt is sucking me in. Damn it, baby. You have to stop that. I don’t want this to end. I want to make it last.” Cam sounded slightly drunk. He pushed in and out of her pussy, never letting up on the slow gliding motion. “I want to fuck you forever.

You won’t have to deal with anything. You’ll just have to deal with this.”

It sounded perfect. It felt better than perfect. “We have to talk.” Cam found a rhythm, his hips pumping his cock deep while his fingers rotated inside her. “I’m listening.” She groaned as he added another finger to her asshole. “Damn it, Cam. I can’t leave here.”

“Is that his plan?” Cam steadied himself before he started up again. “I wouldn’t talk to him about anything but this. But I will, baby. I’m pissed right now, but we’ll work it out. And I wholeheartedly approve of getting you the hell out of here. We’ll hole up someplace quiet. No one has to know where we’re going.”

“I can’t.” She clawed at the desk. He was killing her with this never-ending slow fuck. He kept the rhythm perfectly tantalizing, but he withheld her orgasm. It was right there. She shouldn’t need another one so soon after the last, but the pleasure was there and she reached for it—only to have him pull back. “Damn it, Cameron. I’m not leaving. I’m going to face this.”

“Then I’ll face it with you,” he swore, and there wasn’t a smile in his voice this time. “I won’t ever leave you. Not until they haul me out in a body bag. If you run again, I’ll find you. I’ll track you down, and we’ll be right back here. I already talked to the sheriff. He says he could use another deputy. If you stay, I stay. I can’t promise what Rafe will do, baby, but I’m here, and I won’t let you shut me out.

Never again.”

Laura moaned as Cam got serious. He plunged in and pulled out, cock and fingers working in perfect time. She wanted to argue with him. The body bag comment scared the hell out of her. If Cam stood in the killer’s way, that rash statement could prove true.

Then nothing mattered but the way he felt. He filled her. She closed her eyes and imagined they were both there, one in her pussy and the other claiming her asshole. Her men, working together. The three of them safe and whole.

She nearly sobbed as she came. Cam stiffened behind her, calling her name over and over as he pumped his cum into her body. His fingers slipped from her ass, but his cock remained.

“I love you, baby,” he whispered.

“I love you, too.” And she would protect him. She would find a way to protect them both.

He watched his pretty little rabbit as she tried to sneak from the office. The big asshole who had gone in there with her didn’t bother.

He had that smile on his face, the one that idiot men had after they were done fucking.

Of course, the other one had that same self-satisfied “the world is mine because I got some” look on his face.

Only his rabbit had the sense to look embarrassed. Too bad she hadn’t had the sense to not be a whore.

He felt his fists clench on the file in his hand. He’d spent the morning coming up with some questions to pose to his girl. He’d always wanted to ask her how she’d liked their time together. Back when the wounds were fresh—god, he loved the fact that he’d made her bleed—he would have seemed monstrous to ask her what he really wanted to know, but now with so much at stake, he could have a freer hand. If anyone pushed back, he could merely state he needed to get deeper into the killer’s mind. Nothing had worked so far. The profile still wasn’t complete.

At least not the one he’d accepted. The one his lovely rabbit had compiled was so close to perfect that he’d been forced to bury it.

She walked by him, glancing up with a small, tight smile. She was beautiful. Perfect golden hair and legs that went for miles. She’d gotten a bit fat for his tastes, but there was still a loveliness to her that called out to him. She seemed so perfect from the outside. Smart.

Elegant. Lovely. Of course, underneath it all she was just like the rest of them. Just like his mother and his dearly departed wife. Women were whores. They couldn’t help themselves. If you offered them a cock, they took it.

And if Special Agent Kincaid and that idiot Briggs thought they were the only ones she was fucking, they were fooling themselves.

She had obviously been with that obnoxious SEAL and perhaps the deputy as well. The deputy had a mouth on him. He would love to shut that mouth, but it would have to wait.

Need clawed at his belly as his rabbit ducked away. Briggs tried getting close to her again, but she shook her head.

“I need some air, Cam.” She slipped outside.

“Give her a little time.” Kincaid stopped his former partner with a firm hand on his shoulder. “We know she’s not going anywhere.”

“Yeah, she made that clear.”

A very large man with scars covering some of his rough face walked in the door carrying two large bags with handles. “Food, anyone?”

Ah, the luncheon. It was coming from some bar. Yes, that would likely be lovely. He forced himself to smile and join in the general drivel about how good a burger would taste.

He needed something more than a piece of meat. His hunger was growing, and he was going to make a mistake if he didn’t do something about that. The last five years he’d been very careful, culling only what he needed to get by. He’d performed his rituals, but in a truncated way that never seemed to feed his beast. He would have to do it here, too. His rituals required time and space, neither of which he had, though a plan was forming in his brain. He’d listened in on the ants and their talk. He knew there was at least one private home that wouldn’t be occupied for a while. Something about aliens and taking cover. Once he knew where that space was, he could start planning.

But for tonight, a quick fix would have to do.

“Kincaid, Briggs!” The small-town sheriff barked like he had something important to say. The man stood in his office doorway with a ferocious frown on his face. “Seriously? I thought you were going to use my office to talk to her.”

Kincaid had the decency to flush, but Briggs was right back to grinning. “Words were said.”

“Yeah, I can imagine what was said. Hope, we’re going to need some Lysol,” the sheriff yelled. “And you, Briggs—get in here, and we’re going to have a serious lecture on respecting your new boss’s office. Why don’t you step in, too, Kincaid. I have a couple of things we can go over.”

He didn’t like the way that sounded. The last thing he wanted was that pesky sheriff nosing in where he didn’t belong.

He needed a distraction. Perhaps he could serve his needs in multiple ways. He could distract the sheriff, feed his need, and put a little fear into his rabbit.

All he needed was a few moments alone with a lovely lady. He had his pick in this town.

Cam settled into the seat beside Laura and slid his hand around the back of her chair. She was tense, her shoulders set in a way that made him want to get behind her and rub until she relaxed. He wanted to take her home and coddle her until the tightness around her eyes softened and she let him hold her. He and Rafe could take turns.

“Don’t cause more scandal than you already have, Cam,” Laura murmured low as she moved his hand away from hers. “I can have you thrown out of here.”

He frowned. “No one seemed very scandalized.” Cam wasn’t upset. Let them all know. If he could, he would have broadcast the whole thing so there was absolutely no question to whom she belonged. He would have made damn sure that fucker Wolf Meyer had a front row seat. Why was he still here? He was hanging around the sheriff’s department when he didn’t have a real place here. The ex-SEAL still looked at Laura like something he needed to protect. Bastard. And Cam hadn’t missed the way all of the feds looked at her. She was a gorgeous woman, but did they all have to look at her like she was the second coming of Marilyn Monroe?