“Okay,” she said, wondering what he was doing when he stood up and pulled down his jeans and underwear in one swoop.
“Slide forward,” he said.
Harlow didn’t have much of a choice when he gave her shoulder a push and started to climb in. “Be careful,” she said, steadying his leg when he launched it over the edge of the tub. “The conditioner makes everything slippery.”
Lowering into the water, he put his legs around her waist and pulled her back to him, twining their legs in front of her. “Mmm.”
“I thought you didn’t like bathtubs.”
“Never seen one with you in it,” he said, taking the comb from her to begin running it through her hair.”
The water was getting dirty fast; there was so much soot still in her hair. Harlow was grateful to get it out.
With Ryske reclined against the head of the tub, and her sitting up in the middle, he combed her hair. Once he’d said that she liked taking care of him. In truth, he was the one who took every opportunity to help with her grooming.
“Just didn’t do it with the right girl,” she whispered, drawing her nail down over his knee.
“I love this conditioner. It would make great lube.”
“It doesn’t go inside me,” she said. “We can get actual lube for that.”
His combing stopped. “You’d let me?”
“My body is your playground, Crash… It turns me on when you choke me, what do you think I wouldn’t trust you to do?”
The long vibrating groan that reverberated behind her made her laugh. She sloshed down in the tub, tipping her head back to wash the conditioner out.
Space in the tub was cramped. Her head was on his groin, her hair swam and tangled in the slick water, mingling around his cock. Ryske watched her and ran his fingers through her locks at her hairline until they were both satisfied the conditioner was gone.
Rising in a twisting corkscrew roll, she slithered up the length of his torso and stretched her arms over his shoulders to grip the back of the tub.
“So,” she murmured, letting her lips graze his. “You didn’t agree to my rules.”
His hands spread on her waist. She loved how big they were. Their span. The width of his fingers. His capability. But, given that she loved everything about his body that was no surprise.
“I can do anything I want with your body, any damn time I want. That’s what I heard and I agree with that.”
Sliding down, Harlow shook her head and dragged her teeth over the ink on his collarbone. “I have rules.”
“Rules you’ve had with every guy?”
Feeling sly and sexy, she took her smile to his lips to kiss him, then sank in the water again until it met the surface. Tipping her head back and gazing up with all the adoration she felt for him, her cheek rested on his chest.
She’d never had rules for any man. That was probably because sex had never been as dynamic and exciting with any other man. “I have special rules for you.”
“I’ve got limits other guys didn’t have?” he asked, wearing a frown. “Thought I was the love of your life.”
Pushing up, she sucked his lower lip between hers to loosen his tension. “And I want you to be the lover of my life too,” she said. “But, if you’re not up to the challenge…”
Spiraling her body, she was about to flip over, when he caught her and pulled her back. “Anything you want, or don’t want, it’s my job to serve you. Gimme the rules.”
She kissed him again. “I want sex. Every. Day.” His brows rose, expressing his interest. “I don’t care if we have to sneak downstairs to the alley or rent a motel room for an hour… If we’re in the same place at the same time, I want you inside me at least once a day.”
“Wow, you’re tough.”
“I’m not done,” she said, prodding his tattoo.
Shifting, she caught her weight on her hands on each side of the tub to push up. With her nipples just resting on his torso, Harlow moved up and down in a rhythm akin to what she knew he wanted to be doing.
“What else you want, ball-breaker?”
“I want you to take every opportunity you can to touch me,” she said and received a hum of approval from him. “Take advantage. Put your hands on me. Get close. Occupy my space like you occupy my body when we’re alone.”
His laugh was a groan. “I’m loving your kind of rules, baby… I’ve got my own for you.”
Coiling both arms around his neck, Harlow relied on him to support her and keep control. “Anything.”
“I don’t want you wearing panties another day in your life.”
He meant it, but it made her smile. VPL was a pet hate of hers, so it was something she’d been known to do anyway.
“What about my breasts?”
His eyes dipped. “Oh, those I want to see as often as possible.”
“Okay,” she said. “I have another. No more condoms. Ever. I’ll stay on the pill. If you have to sleep with other women for work, you use protection and get tested before you put your cock in me again.”
“What happened to sex every day?”
Her grin was instant. “I’ll let you use your tongue.”
Pushing her hair away from her brow with his middle finger, he let it slide down to her lips. “Baby, I’m not gonna fuck any woman for anything. I might have to flirt with them, let them think I’m going to screw them, you know, do… stuff. But my dick’s just for you.”
She kissed him. “Let’s not make promises like that, okay? It sounds wonderful and romantic, but we know how quickly life can flip on us… It’s enough for me that you want to make that promise. And I know you’ll never want another woman the way you want me.”
“Never have, never will… Do you want to get married?”
They hadn’t talked about that since she’d mentioned it in her drug haze in the hospital. “I want to get your name tattooed on my pussy.”
He laughed and squeezed her tight in his embrace. “That’s the same thing; works for me.”
Dipping her tongue into his mouth, Harlow pushed hard against him, rubbing their slick bodies together. “Time to get out the tub,” she whispered.
Without explanation, she rose up to climb out of the water. Although she went to the vanity, she didn’t touch the towel that was balled on the floor. Chances were they’d need to wash again, either in the tub or shower. So, it was best to keep the towel clean. That and she had something else on her mind.
Sitting up next to the sink, Harlow propped her damp heels on the edge and let her hips push forward until her legs were wide apart.
“You haven’t had sex today,” he stated.
Biting her lip, she shook her head. “You’re breaking a rule already.”
Slapping his hands to the sides of the tub, he leaped out, sloshing water over one set of candles and swamping the floor, making some of the bottles tumble.
He wasn’t practiced with bathtubs, but Harlow wasn’t with him for his finesse. Striding over, Ryske swooped both arms around her and grabbed her ass.
Harlow already had control of his dick and didn’t ask permission to line up their bodies. Without hesitation, he slammed deep into her.
“Oh, damn,” she gasped, her loose head falling back. “Mm, it’s magnificent… Can I keep it?”
He laughed and kissed her. “What? Like a pet?”
“Yes,” she said, wrapping her arms around him. “I promise to feed him, and bathe him, and give him a warm place to sleep every night.”
He nuzzled her mouth with his. “Fuck, baby. How do you still tease me even when I’m balls deep inside you?”
Groaning, his head dropped to her shoulder and his hips began to move. “Ah,” she said, dragging her nails down his arm. “I didn’t say you could do that.”
His hips slowed and he leaned back to meet her eyes. Doing her best to seem unimpressed, Harlow was actually struggling not to pant and squirm against how amazing he felt filling her up.
In a flash of movement, Ryske gra
bbed her throat and thrust her against the mirror.
Need forced her mouth open in a yelp. “That’s better,” she murmured. His feral gaze was sure, but his fingers weren’t as confident. “Tighter, Crash.”
She had just come out of the hospital. They hadn’t even checked with the doctor if sex was allowed. As far as she’d been told, there was no evidence of damage to her lungs. She could tell that the nurses thought Bale was being cautious. She’d fainted, that was what she said and what she still believed. Except the doubt in Ryske’s mind held him back.
“Hold me as tight as you love me, Crash,” she said.
Renewed vigor seized him. His fingers clenched so hard that they closed her throat. Her hands leaped to his shoulders. Her legs clamped tight around him too, which pulled his cock deep into her again.
His eyelids lowered until he was scowling at her. “Say pretty please, little bird. You want me to follow your rules, you better be a good girl.”
His grip loosened. She gasped for breath, arching against the hand that had her neck, giving him the opportunity to squeeze her breast with the other hand.
“Crash,” she moaned, more desperate for him than she could ever remember being.
“Pretty please, Trink… Let me hear it.”
His fingers began to tighten and his dick began to withdraw. Harlow couldn’t believe that he would really do it, that he would really walk away from her when he wanted her so much. If he was playing a game of chicken, she lost.
Just before he slipped out of her, she dug her nails into his upper arms. “Please! Pretty please!” she called out, louder than she should have.
There was an apartment full of people through the flimsy bathroom door, but she didn’t care.
He thrust into her, making her cry out again. Fucking into her, he used her throat as an anchor with his other hand on her hip as a way to make her move exactly how he wanted her to.
She didn’t care that he was using her body like it was his toy designed only to pleasure him. She teased sometimes and he let her. But when all was said and done, Harlow wanted him to want her with an overwhelming animal desire. One that would drive him to act on instinct not sense.
They’d always been electric together. Now they were embracing that connection, exploiting its full power. Harlow never felt stronger than she did when she was at Ryske’s mercy.
6
“Are you ready?”
Sitting in the back of Noon’s car, Harlow heard Maze’s question and looked to him peering over the shoulder of the front passenger seat. Except he wasn’t talking to her, he was focused on the man at her side who seemed preoccupied by the sight of her thighs.
Squeezing his hand that was locked in hers, Harlow drew his attention. “He’s not talking to me, Crash,” she said, wearing a smile.
“Yeah, I can trust Nightingale to keep her head,” Maze said, scowling at his friend. “Where’s yours at?”
Ryske was raw, vibrating with need. “That skirt is fucking short,” he murmured.
The observation wasn’t a judgement. It was more resigned than that. They’d been twined around each other on the drive, so her arm already overlapped his. Sliding her shoulder blade across his chest, getting even closer, she tipped her chin up to tease him.
“And you know what I have on under it,” she purred.
The answer to that was nothing.
Harlow was preparing to go into a room where she’d been attacked by a man intent on raping her in a dress that just flirted with the top of her thighs. There wasn’t a scrap beneath it to create a barrier to any would-be assailants.
His smirk betrayed how he enjoyed her sass. He ducked to kiss her. “You don’t want my head in the game, do you?”
Bouncing their joined hands on his thigh, she confessed. “The first time I went into a meeting with Ophelia, an official meeting, I swore… Fuck. Fuck. Tits. Ass. Cock. Fuck. And then I imagined you kissing me.” That pleased him more. “I don’t know why, but I’ve learned that going into these meetings a little turned on actually helps.”
Probably because of the chemicals that were released when her body was in that state. Arousal was easier to acknowledge and deal with than the adrenaline caused by anxiety or panic.
“Huh,” Ryske said. “Interesting. I don’t have time to give you everything on your list, but…”
Harlow was grateful they’d parked in shadow; it darkened the back of the car. Ryske slipped a hand between her legs, forcing them apart and driving his middle finger into her hard.
Sucking in a sharp, loud breath, one of her arms flew out to brace on the door while the other grabbed for his thigh.
“Shit, Crash,” she gasped when he pulled the digit back to her threshold and then thrust it into her again. “Oh, God.”
“Really?” Maze asked. “You gotta do that back there?”
“I’m getting her head in the game.” His voice went from friendly to seductive in an instant. With her eyes closed and her teeth digging into her lip, Harlow didn’t care about their audience. “That feel good, Trink?”
His breath heated her lips, betraying how close he was. Snatching the back of his head, she kissed him hard but got no response from his lips or his tongue.
Letting him go, she was determined to get a reaction, and shifted to give herself access to his pants. If she could get her hand inside…
His hand slipped away from her core. “Ah, no, baby,” he said, smudging her taste on her lips.
Slipping a finger into her mouth, across her eager tongue, he teased her. Harlow sucked his digit hard, but he pulled his hand away. Bending the arm he’d had around her, he took a handful of her hair and pulled her head back to plant his mouth over hers, sampling her taste from her tongue.
Dragging his mouth away, he trailed it to her ear. “Turned on, not satisfied, Trinket,” he breathed into her.
“I’m coming into the meeting with you,” Maze said, interrupting their salacious moment.
Ryske turned to the front of the vehicle becoming aware of the others. Seemed he’d forgotten about them while agitating her insides to soup.
“Yeah?” Ryske asked. “Ready to shame your mama?”
“I think we both know I shamed my mama long ago,” Maze said, not dissuaded by Ryske’s taunting.
“I’d love to have you, man. Any backup for Nightingale’s ass is welcome, but this is the kick off. If you’re on the field when the whistle blows, there’s no halftime subs.”
“Nightingale’s already done time for the team. I’d feel left out if I didn’t throw my hat in the ring for the next round. Besides, who’ll protect you from being raped in prison if we get picked up? And, you know my parents can afford a better lawyer than any of us. So… co-defendants?”
“Co-defendants,” Ryske confirmed. Both men looked at her. “Babe?”
“Do you think they’d let the three of us share a cell?”
“Yeah, if they added torture to my sentence,” Maze said. “We’d have years ahead of us and no way to pass the time.”
Sliding her hand down Ryske’s thigh, Harlow wriggled. “I have a few ideas.”
“Yeah, that’s what I’m afraid of,” Maze said and opened his door. “Come on.”
Harlow skootched to the edge of her seat and Noon twisted expecting a goodbye, but Ryske pulled her back. “Don’t kiss him, babe. You taste like… you.”
“Hey, I don’t mind,” Noon said.
Harlow laughed, though she didn’t know if he meant it or was just trying to rile Ryske. Whichever he was going for, he succeeded in the latter.
Ryske lunged over her to smack Noon’s head. “You keep your eyes on the road, asshole.”
They weren’t going anywhere; the car was parked. Noon wouldn’t be moving until everyone was back in the car… unless something unforeseen happened. Ryske gave her a shove toward the door, so she elected to blow Noon a kiss just as Maze opened the door to help her out.
“So, what’s the plan here?” she asked, walking like
Dorothy with her arms looped through both Ryske’s and Maze’s. “Am I screwing you both?”
“As always the number one rule is…”
“Go with it,” she replied to Maze, meaning everything would stay ambiguous.
They would let people think what they wanted to think without offering specifics or explanations. Though if one of the three of them made any sort of assertion, the others would accept and adapt to it without question.
“Maze’s folks were our in with Parratt back in the day,” Ryske said.
“Not a deliberate in,” Maze said. “I heard them talking about the guy, thought he’d make a good mark. So, I invited Ryske along to a function to cultivate the guy. It went from there.”
From there they’d met Ophelia. Their friend needed the switch done at the Hagan auction and Ryske had met Anwen in the alley… It had all started with Maze hearing something benign in his adoptive parents’ conversation that piqued his interest.
“They know who you are? Who your parents are?” she asked. “Are you Rowe?” Grinning, she squeezed herself closer to him. “Or should I call you Aston?”
“No,” he grumbled. “You definitely shouldn’t call me that.”
Aston Mazer was his real name. His father was of Croatian descent, hence Maze’s height and Slavic appearance. But his adoptive name was Aston Rowe. Given the money his adoptive parents had, a lot of people would assume he’d identify as descending from the affluent tribe.
Ryske helped her out. “We just call him Maze. Most people assume it’s a nickname… which it sort of is.”
His passions were programming and hacking. Plenty of labyrinths to find his way out of in that digital plane.
“Okay, so if they assume we’re sleeping together, I’ll go with it… Good thing I’ve seen your pee-pee.”
Ryske’s step faltered. “Uh, what?”
“Relax, baby,” she said to the suddenly tense Ryske. “I’ve seen every dick on the crew.” They shared a bathroom. Though some were more discreet than others, they’d all been confronted by each other in the buff at one time or another. But Ryske wasn’t calming down, his breathing got shallow and more huffy. “You should be flattered. Think about it. I’ve seen every cock on the crew, and I chose yours… It’s a compliment.”
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