Go Full Circle (A Go Novel Book 5)

by Scarlett Finn

  Ryske snaked a hand from her hip to her waist. The shot of cold on her warm body made her gasp and fight to spring away.

  She thrust her hands out at him. “Your hands are cold!”

  Ryske didn’t let her go. He kept going until he had her in his arms. “I brought ice in from the garage for your mom.”

  His hands were warming up, so she relaxed and stroked his chest. “Aren’t you domesticated?”

  Gasping in mock outrage, he tugged her body to his. “Oh no, quick, baby, make me wild again.”

  Rolling on top of her between her thighs, he kissed her mouth and then descended to kiss her neck.

  “Baby, can I ask you a question?” she asked, splaying her fingers around the globes of his shoulders.

  Sliding her hands across his delicious skin, she stroked his neck and kept on going until she lost her fingers in his hair.

  “Mm,” he said, his mouth occupied by her earlobe.

  “Do you think we’ll disturb Maze and Zance if we screw? Our bed is right against the wall we share with them.”

  Rising up, he blinked a heavy daze from his eyes. “What? That’s your question? I thought it was going to be something profound.”

  She subdued her desire to giggle. “I know you did.”

  His brow got heavy. “Will they hear us having sex? Yes. Do I care? No. We’ll be having sex at home tomorrow night. They’ll get a much clearer audio then. Now shut up and let me make love to you.”

  His whole body dipped down and he began to kiss and massage her breasts.

  Harlow ran her hands through his hair. “Don’t kiss my breasts while we’re talking, Crash. It makes me forget that we’re talking.”

  His tongue was still in her cleavage when he spoke. “We’re not talking.”

  “We have to talk about him.”

  “Who?”

  “Vane.”

  “No, we don’t.”

  “I know things…” Harlow said. “I know things you don’t.”

  “I trust you.”

  The irritation in his voice only made her smile. “But Ryske—”

  Startling her, he rose up to his knees and grabbed her throat sending a rash of heated need in every direction throughout her body.

  “Now we’re not talking,” she murmured, her eyes finding his through the night. “Tighter, Crash.”

  He squeezed so tight that she had to lift her chin. Her whole body began to move, writhing beneath his, anchored by his fierce possession of her neck.

  “This is the reunion sex, baby. Where the hero comes to claim his girl before they live happily ever after. Quit your yapping. Lay there like the grateful little Trinket you are and take my cock like a good girl.”

  A sharp zap of arousal shimmered across her skin and zeroed in on her enlivened clit.

  “Make me take it hard, Crash,” she panted spreading her arms to the sides, opening her body to him.

  “Oh, you will,” he said, taking himself in hand while still clinging to her neck.

  Aligning their bodies, he thrust forward, spearing himself into her so hard that she yelped. Keeping her throat in one hand, he planted his other over her mouth, damming her squeals of want and her moans of pleasure.

  But it was the possession in his eyes, that never left hers once, which really reached into her soul. He was making love to her, but he was fucking her too. Ryske had the ability to be rough and tender at the same time.

  His hips worked hard, fucking his dick into her, forcing her to take him deep and fast. But his eyes owned her. They didn’t exude sentimental love. The look in his fierce gaze told her he’d use everything he was to keep her safe. That he’d give all of himself to her.

  Harlow’s eyes flared when orgasm slammed into her. Her body bucked up, her head snapped back, but he didn’t let her go. He squeezed tighter and fucked harder until his own release filled her up. He flopped onto the bed at her side, their legs twined, their skin sticky, and their breath out of sync with itself.

  After they’d had a few minutes to relax, she broke the silence. “I talked to Bale.”

  Ryske shifted his head so he could look at her. “You’re thinking about my brother?

  Still focused on the ceiling, she smiled. “Of course, I always think about your brother when we’re having sex. How else would I guarantee myself an orgasm?” Though she knew he’d seen her smile, she flattened her lips and rolled her head toward him, making eye contact. “Should I have kept that to myself?”

  He sniffed. “Nah, it’s fine. I was thinking about him too.”

  Laughing, she crawled over to lie on top of him. “I was thinking of how incredible that sex was and how I’d be heartbroken to live without it. Then I thought I wouldn’t have to because, you know, of what we discussed… which Bale is outraged about.”

  Ryske gathered her hair from her face and tucked her head under his chin. “He doesn’t understand.”

  “That’s what I said… He asked if…”

  He trailed his thumb and forefinger up and down her back. “If what?”

  “If we’d still do it if we had kids.”

  His fingers stopped moving and he stayed silent for a score of tense seconds.

  Taking her arms, he eased her onto her back, cradling her against him. “Do we?” he asked. “Have kids?”

  “No.”

  His hand flattened on her stomach. “Baby, this is one thing you can’t hide from me. If you’re pregnant, you have to tell me.”

  She tilted her head. “Why? So you can take me out of the field?”

  “Yes,” he said, not giving a shit when she shoved his chest.

  He just swayed back a few inches and then swayed forward again.

  “I’m not pregnant. That’s not why I asked.”

  “Why did you ask?”

  “Because we’re about to have a niece or nephew who—”

  “Niece,” he said, bringing her up short.

  Blinking up at him, Harlow couldn’t quite believe that… “How do you know? Can you just sense females?”

  His lips curled. “Lena told me.”

  A gasp of offense came out of her mouth when it opened. “I asked her! We all did. She refused to tell anyone.”

  “Well, she told me,” he said, bowing to kiss her. She pushed him back. “What? I promise it wasn’t barter for having sex with her.”

  “I just can’t believe that…” Exhaling, she resigned herself. “No, I can believe it. Damnit, baby, you’re good.”

  “Thanks,” he said and winked. Lowering down, he brushed his lips across hers. “You’re pretty good yourself.”

  “What if she needs us?” she asked, skimming her hand across his shoulder to his neck and back. “What if she needs someone capable of doing anything to keep her safe?”

  “That’s what her parents are for.”

  Harlow wasn’t sure she believed that and gave him an accusatory look that questioned whether he did either.

  “Can you see Rupert going as far as you would?” she asked. “Would he even know where to begin? I’ve protected Lena all our lives. She’s always had me to support her. If I wasn’t around, you’re the only one I’d trust to—”

  “She’ll always have the guys,” Ryske said, his expression becoming a scowl. “We’ll make sure they check in on her… Are you saying that you don’t want to—”

  “I don’t want you to,” she said, catching her lip in her teeth.

  “Hold on,” he said, sitting up and scrubbing a hand through his hair. “You’re saying you’re allowed to join me, but I’m not allowed to join you? Why in the hell would you think—”

  “Because the guys need you,” she said, sitting up fast. “You’re the only one I trust to look after my family, because they’re your family too. Lena, she needs someone who’ll protect her… The baby will be vulnerable and Ophelia won’t give up. If—”

  “No,” he said. “No. I won’t let you put fucking doubts in my mind… No.”

  Trying to touch his face with bo
th hands, Harlow was thwarted when he caught her wrists and pulled them down. She couldn’t stand seeing the scowl on his face. He was mad. But she had to make her point.

  “I love you, Crash. I love you so much. I don’t want you hurt because of me… for me.”

  Leaning in, he pinned her hands down to the bed between them, forcing her to bow forward. “You’ll be dead. You don’t want anything when you’re dead.”

  “Was that your experience?” she whispered, begging him with her gaze.

  “That doesn’t count,” he said, shoving her hands away. Flipping over, he climbed off the opposite side of the bed. “You don’t get to fucking do this, Har.”

  When he ducked to grab his pants, she scrambled over the bed on her hands and knees. “Where are you going?”

  Pulling on his jeans, he did all the buttons of the fly except the top one. “If this conversation keeps going, I’ll be going out to get very drunk.”

  “Ryske—”

  “If I stay, I’ll throttle you.”

  “Throttle me… please,” she murmured, reaching for a belt loop on his jeans to pull him to the edge of the bed.

  Skimming her hands up his torso, Harlow curled them around the back of his neck and dragged him down for a kiss. His response started as polite. She needed more. Needed him to surrender. Relaxing, she suspended her weight on her hands at the back of his neck, and slipped her tongue between his lips. Need spurred him into action. He grabbed her waist, yanking her body to his. Lifting her higher, he squashed her breasts against him and took possession of the kiss.

  But just as she thought he was going to come back to her on the bed, he let her go, dropping her onto the mattress. Harlow lost her balance and fell onto her side. She tossed her hair from her face to find he had paced to the end of the bed.

  “No. No. No… fuck.”

  “Crash?” she asked, wondering why he was resisting their attraction.

  Spinning around, he grabbed the high rail at the top of the bed frame. “You can’t do that. You can’t distract me with sex.”

  The objection was so ludicrous that she couldn’t stop her lips from ascending. “I think I can,” she said, sliding her feet flat up the bed to bend her knees, letting them drop apart to reveal her core to him.

  “I’m saying, it’s not fair,” he said, but his voice had got sort of distant.

  “I’ve said what I needed to say,” she murmured, cupping her breasts. “We don’t have to talk anymore.”

  He swallowed when she circled her nipples with her thumbs, bringing them to points. Her hands floated down her body, one after the other. She folded both over her pussy to play naughty peek-a-boo with him.

  “We do,” he said, clearing his throat, and forcing himself to drag his eyes upward. Harlow began to wriggle, ever-moving in the center of the bed they’d just made love in. “Just ‘cause you said that doesn’t make it true. You can’t just change the rules.”

  “You like it when I change the rules,” she said, lifting her hips and lowering them, moving against the one hand that stayed in place while the other returned to fondling her breast. “You know what I’m thinking?” She whimpered when pushing her middle finger into her pussy. “It’s been too long since I tasted you.” Easing her finger out, she took it to her lips and sucked herself clean. “Come, let me taste you.”

  He smacked both hands to his face and turned his back on her. “I’m not looking… I’m not watching you.”

  “Okay,” she said, sliding her fingertip over her clit. “I’ll just have to keep tasting what you already gave me.”

  “Fuck,” he hissed.

  Harlow smiled and kept rubbing her clit, exaggerating her movement on the bed to ensure he could hear it. Breathing through every whimper and moan, she didn’t want him to have any doubt about what she was doing.

  “Crash,” she gasped. “Oh, fuck, Crash… I need you, Crash.”

  His hands were still flat over his face and he had his back to the bed. She was impressed by his willpower, but not discouraged. Slithering onto the floor, she crawled on her hands and knees until she was in front of him.

  Harlow didn’t know if he knew she was there or not. But she took her hands from the floor and unbuttoned his jeans, one button at a time. She wasn’t even worried about what she’d find. She knew he’d be hard, and he didn’t disappoint.

  Tossing her hair to one side, she tipped her head and opened her mouth to suck him into her. His hiss was joined by his hands falling from his face to grab for the metal rail at the foot of the bed, around hip height.

  Sucking on his dick, she blinked up to see his head was back, so she had no idea what was in his mind. But he wasn’t objecting. Bobbing her head back and forth, she kept going until the throbbing on her tongue told her how close he was.

  Dragging her mouth free, she moved her fist around him in slow strokes. “Tell me to stop, baby,” she whispered, letting his head bounce on her lips as she spoke. “If you don’t want me—”

  Her words were cut off when he grabbed a handful of her hair on top of her head and forced himself deep into her throat again. This time when she blinked up, his feral glare was pinned on her.

  “Don’t you ever fucking dare say that shit again,” he said, thrusting his hips forward. “I want you every goddamn second. Need you more than the air I breathe.”

  Yanking her back, he didn’t give her much time to breathe before using his grip on her hair to pull her up to her feet. But they didn’t stay on the floor for long, he spun around, throwing her over the high rail of the bedframe. Grabbing her hips, he took her feet off the floor and pushed her up so her upper body was over the bed, and her lower body was just dangling there off the foot rail.

  She’d just pushed her hands onto the bed when he plunged two fingers into her. Gasping in her surprise, she tried to move, but he pinned a forearm over her hips and smacked her ass hard.

  “You wanted it hard,” he growled and fucked his fingers into her so hard and fast that she couldn’t hold in her scream of climax.

  The moment he wrung that first one from her, he pulled his fingers out of her and sank his cock in.

  “Crash,” she yelped.

  But he kept fucking, holding her hips, keeping her in place to meet his thrusts. There was nothing she could do but take it. He didn’t let her move, his grip was too powerful. She was helpless beneath his need.

  The head of the bed slammed off the wall when his body slammed into hers, punctuating the force of his impact inside her.

  “Gonna tell me to stop, baby, huh?” he growled and followed the words with a sinister chuckle. “Want it to stop?”

  Gritting her teeth, she hissed out the pressure of overwhelming need. He pushed into her and then laid his body over hers, scooping his hands around to grab and grope her breasts. All the while moving his hips, reminding her of how he occupied and owned her.

  “Never,” she snarled, spitting her hair from her mouth, craving him even as his hands got rougher. “Never stop, you bastard.”

  He’d taken over her seduction, finished what she started, and proved that his wild side had never gone far. Opening her mouth, she squeaked in response to the tormenting motion of his fingers that toyed with and tugged on her nipples. She didn’t want to make such an innocent, feeble sound that proved her dependence on him. Every noise she made was involuntary, driven by what her man was doing to her body.

  Ryske liked it, and his deep, sinister laugh returned. “That’s what I want, pretty little Nightingale… sing for me.”

  “Crash,” she gasped, trying to push her ass up.

  Ryske smacked the inside of her elbows, forcing them to buckle, sending her face into the bed. She had no time to recover before he pushed his hands up her back, on either side of her spine, into her hair, dragging it away from the back of her neck, probably revealing her nightingale tattoo.

  “Sing for me, Trink,” he said, opening his mouth on the back of her shoulder, sucking and licking her flesh before dragging
his mouth to the other side, and doing the same thing. “Fuck, baby, how can there be a heaven better than this?”

  Straightening again, he pulled out and then drove himself into her, quickening his pace until she was panting for him again. It was while she was hissing through the vibrations of orgasmic aftershocks that he surged forward and came hard inside her.

  They both stayed in the moment for as long as they could. Eventually, he took himself from her body. Before his hands had even slipped off her hips, Harlow pulled herself forward, using the bedsheets to drag her lower body over the end of the bed. Sated and spent, she slumped in the middle of the mattress.

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  Harlow couldn’t even bring herself to turn over. She just stayed there on her chest, her cheek deep in the mattress. Her heart struggled to find a regular rhythm, but it wasn’t happening. Her pulse was all over the place. Her body ached, and her hips were bruised. Her breasts were throbbing almost as much as the intimate passage inside her that Ryske had just dominated.

  “You have the power to make me do anything,” Ryske said.

  The depth of his profound statement made her lift her head to turn it and let it fall again. Pushing her hair from her face, she revealed the sight of him standing at the side of the bed, his jeans open, his hands on his hips.

  “You’re welcome,” she said and smiled.

  Ryske didn’t. He shook his head and sat down on the edge of the bed. “Not the sex,” he said. “You have the power to control everything about me…” With his feet still on the floor, he slanted backwards to prop and elbow on the mattress and ran a finger from the center of her forehead to behind her ear, tucking her hair away. “But don’t ever forget who’s in charge of this duo.”

  Snagging the loop at the front of her necklace, he guided her head onto his lap. He did straighten his arm to lay his upper body on the bed, but she didn’t feel like he was all the way with her yet.

  “You knew I was alive,” she said, drawing a fingertip across his abdomen. “I thought you were dead… I can’t live through that again.”