In Death I Live by Lindsay Becs

RIVER

I was so fucking pissedwhen Dom made me go on a run a few days ago when Zora was still new here. He still doesn’t trust her, and I get it— I do—but fuck. He needs to ease up some. He keeps pressing me to ask her questions and learn more about her. I don’t know what he’s expecting to find but what-the-fuck-ever. I’m not going to interrogate her like she’s our enemy.

Truth is, he’d probably get off on it.

I know I need to release my hold on her. It’s time to pop the bubble we’ve been hiding inside. The boys need to get to know her too. I just want more with her. And after it just being us for the last week and a half, the thought of sharing her with any of them makes my blood boil.

“You’ve broken every single fucking one of our rules.”

Domonic told me—again—yesterday while she was in the shower and I gave him his ridiculous daily update.

“You can live your fantasy until the fourteen-day mark. That’s two weeks more than you should have gotten. Than she should have gotten.”

“But Doc said she needed four to six weeks,” I try, grasping at straws but knowing he’ll do whatever the hell he wants anyway.

“Fuck that. You brought her here. You know nothing about her. You’ve kept her hidden in your damn bedroom. Enough, River. Enjoy your last two days alone with her.”

“Dom, you can’t—”

“I can do whatever the fuck I want. You will do as I say, or I’ll put a fucking bullet through your head and make her watch,” he seethes.

Grinding my molars, I stare at him, hating him a little more than usual. “Fine.”

He pats my cheek, like the asshole he is. “Good boy.”

I swear, one day I’ll kill that unfeeling motherfucker and put the rest of us out of our misery.

* * *

“Where you going, angel?”I ask when I hear her opening the bedroom door to leave.

When she turns back to look at me, I flick on a light to see her better. “I can’t sleep. I was going to make some tea to see if that will help. Is that okay?” she asks, running her bare toe back and forth on the floor.

Tilting my head, I smile at her. “Do you even know how to get to the kitchen?”

“No,” she says, sounding so defeated. “River, I’m bored. I do nothing all day, not burning off any energy, and then I can’t sleep at night. I’m tired but still can’t sleep.”

She’s been here two weeks, sleeping in my bed with me each night. I have hardly touched her, which makes me feel like a fucking saint. But she’s right. I keep her in my wing, not letting her go anywhere else. She watches TV in the bedroom or reads in my office while I work. We don’t eat with the boys—my way of keeping her out of their grasp so she can heal properly—but instead eat in my sitting room, where we had breakfast that first morning together.

She climbs back on the bed with me. Reaching for her hand, I pull her until she’s straddling my waist, testing my restraint more. “I know this is all strange and hard on you to be here, locked away. I promise it’s to keep you safe. To let you heal.” My hands slide up her thighs, which are bare under the T-shirt she’s wearing.

I know I should have someone buy her clothes of her own, but I like having her in my clothes. I like being on her, touching her, any way I can.

“But I’m good. There are only a few slight bruises still,” she says, pleading her case.

Pushing her hair back, I cradle her face in my hands, pulling her down to me to kiss her lips. Turns out that they weren’t as swollen as I thought they were. They’re just naturally full and fucking perfect.

She’s right though. Her black eye is almost completely gone. The bruises that were on her arms are all gone. Her ribs still have some discoloration, but her pain is mild now. She’s completely stopped taking the pain meds that Doc gave her.

I slide my hands down her neck, traveling down her body. Pushing under her shirt, my fingers graze over her ribs before I clamp my hands around her middle. She gasps from the harsh way I hold her, then I notice her eyes hood, her blue eyes turning dark.

A smile slowly curls up on my lips. “You like a little pain, angel?” I ask, squeezing harder.

“Mmm,” she hums, biting into her lip, making me hard under her.

“You still want that tea?”

Her eyes bore into mine. “I want something to help me sleep,” she says, her husky voice turning me on even more.

My hands move up her body, stopping under her tits. Brushing my thumbs over her pebbled nipples, she gasps again, but this time it ends in a quiet little moan as her hips rock ever so slightly on my cock, which I know she feels, hard as a fucking rock, under her.

I never take my eyes off of hers as I keep rubbing softly across her nipples several times. Then, without warning, I pinch each peak—hard—making her yelp with a louder moan. Keeping one hand on her chest, I move the other down to the apex of her thighs. Moving at the same time, I slide both my thumbs over her sensitive places. One on her nipple while the other dips inside her wet panties.

“River.” She says my name like a plead and a prayer.

“What, angel?”

“More,” she pants.

“More what?” I ask, making the same movement as before, but this time grazing the tip of her clit.

“Oh, fuck,” she breathes out heavily as her eyes flutter closed.

“Eyes on me. I want those baby blues on me when I make you come the first time.” She nods her head in a jerky motion as she forces her eyes open and back on me. “That’s it,” I encourage her. “Take your shirt off for me, Zora.”

She does in one fluid motion. I smile, letting my eyes fall to her perfect rack. I take in every inch of her, appreciating her like this for the first time since that first night. Because I’ve been a fucking saint since then.

“You’re beautiful, angel,” I tell her, making her smile.

Leaning forward, I take one of her nipples in my mouth, needing to taste it. Right. Fucking. Now. I suck and bite one and then the other. Licking my way up to her throat, I pull her close to me, my hands diving into the back of her underwear to grip her ass.

When I sit back again, her eyes are glassy with lust and need. Pulling her cotton barrier to the side, I slide a finger through her wet center. “Fuuuuck. You are so wet for me. Look at that pretty pussy, angel,” I say in fascination. Inhaling, I smell her. “I can smell your sex, and it smells so fucking good.”

Turning my hand to cup her, I run my thumb up and down her clit as her hips begin to move, chasing the feeling of pleasure that’s building. Pushing my thumb inside her, she moans loud, dropping her head back and exposing her throat.

I want to be on every part of her. Licking, biting, touching. But that will all come in due time. Right now is for her. Right now, I’ll be gentle. For her. She’s been a good girl so far and deserves a reward, and that’s exactly what I’m giving her.

I work her up more and more, fucking her with my thumb while I pinch the top of her clit with the fingers of my other hand.

She cries out, dripping all over my hands, collapsing onto her back, not bothering to hide from me as she spreads her legs apart, her underwear wet and askew between her legs. Beautiful.

Covering her body, I press my thumb that was inside her into her mouth, cupping her jaw. She sucks my thumb clean, and I run my hand down her throat. Leaning down, I lick from her chin to her lips, tasting her myself from what I left there.

My tongue dives into her mouth, tasting her more. Kissing her hard, my resolve snaps little by little. When she wraps her legs around my waist, pulling me into her more, it rips through the last of it.

Reaching down, I tear her panties from her and shove my boxers down. Not giving her time to think or process or ask questions, I push into her. I push in to the hilt, as deep inside her as I can get. Her scream only makes me want to fuck her harder. Grinding my pelvis against her, she moans.

Locking her arms above her head, I hold them there with one hand. My other hand goes to her leg, hooking it on my elbow to open her up more. My need to embed into her as deep as I can get overtakes everything else.

I fuck and thrust, hard and slow at first. Pulling her lip between my teeth until I taste blood, I suck it then as I pick up speed. Minutes later, I feel her pussy clench around me. When she moans out her second orgasm, I pull out of her, smacking my cock against her mound until I coat her stomach with a growl.

Breathing heavily, I look down at her and see a sleepy smile on her face. Running my finger through my cum, I bring it to her lips to taste before I taste her again.

We shower and climb back into bed, neither of us bothering with clothes this time. And soon after, her shallow breaths tell me she’s sleeping. Smiling to myself, I’m happy that I was able to work her out enough to give her sleep.

But then my smile drops because it hits me just how fucked I am.