Page 86 of Swerve (Boosted Hearts 1)

Her eyes darkened with lust, but she grabbed the front of my shirt and shoved at me, pushing me back.

I ignored her halfhearted attempt to stop me and ground harder.

She cried out.

I didn’t give her a chance to recover, pulled back, and spun her around, shoving her back against the wall. She cursed, pushing back against me, rubbing her round ass against my hard dick. I slammed into her, grinding up against her, dragging her hair to the side so I could nip and suck her neck.

She hissed, reaching back, fisting my hair, holding me there.

Grabbing her hips, I gripped her tights and shoved them down, taking her underwear with them. Jesus, I needed inside her. Now. I yanked on the front of my jeans frantically, and freed my cock, positioned myself at her opening, and slammed in deep.

She cried out, clawing at the wall. I dug my fingers deeper into her hips and jerked her back, slamming back in. Her other hand left my head and she flattened both palms, pushing back on a low moan.

Fuck. That sound made my balls draw up. I’d fucked her that morning, but my balls felt heavy with come, ready to fill her up, mark my territory. It was messed up, I knew it, but I didn’t care.

She slid a hand between her thighs, rubbing her clit, face to the side, pressed against the wall, eyes squeezed shut, mouth dropping open. I didn’t slow up, I thrust into her, and she somehow managed to keep her fingers between her legs while I powered into her like a fucking man possessed.

She screamed, convulsing around me, reaching back with her free hand when I roared, coming hard as fuck, grabbing my ass, clawing, digging her nails in deep. She held me to her, grinding back again, taking all of me, getting off on my hot come filling her, sliding down her legs.

I stopped thrusting into her when I was spent, collapsing against her back. We were both panting, sweating, fucking shaking.

Jesus. What was I doing?

I’d dragged her into a goddamn stairwell, where anyone could stumble on us, and fucked her like an animal.

I needed to get a handle on this, this constant clawing fear inside me, but I couldn’t see how. I should apologize, should try and explain what the hell was wrong with me. I couldn’t find the words.

Instead, I said, “We should head home.” Pulling my cock free, I tugged up her pants, stepped back, and did up my jeans.

She turned around, blinking up at me, something moving across her features that made me internally wince.

Then I watched my woman lock it down . . . for me. She forced a smile. “Yeah, I’m kind of hungry, actually.”

Didn’t look like either of us wanted to talk about how fucked in the head I was. How badly I’d overreacted.

If I thought I hated myself before, I’d just reached a whole new level.

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

Ruby

Harry and I had spent most of the day getting ready for tonight, trying to get as much intel and background information as we could on Edwards and the location of the meeting. I knew tonight was important to the case; I just didn’t know how. For Scott to have a note with time and place, we could only assume whoever Edwards was planning to meet had something to do with the people Scott was working for. Possibly the people Scott was trying to protect me from—shit, the people responsible for his death.

We’d done a drive-by and, in the light of day, there hadn’t been much to see, but I had a feeling it would be different story under the cover of darkness.

And I planned on being here to see who showed up.

Until then, I had time to kill and was headed home . . . When had I started thinking of Neco’s apartment as home? Yeah, I lived there. But it wasn’t like Neco and I had sat down and had a conversation about me moving in permanently. I still had stuff at my old place, things I missed.

Me continuing to live there was just sort of a given.

I wasn’t sure how I felt about that.

There was no place I’d rather be, and I knew he loved me, but right now, our relationship was tenuous at best. We were lying to each other, keeping secrets. We were like a couple of tornadoes, devouring everything in our path—each other—then flinging shit all over the place. We fucked like we were starved for each other, tuned to every move the other made, every breath. We also fought like wild cats. It was exhausting and exhilarating all at once. I shouldn’t like the way Neco had come at me when I was sparring with Zeke. Being dragged into a stairwell and fucked in a way that screamed possession should not be something I got off on. Maybe it made me messed up, but I don’t think I’d ever been more turned on in my life.

My stepmother hadn’t wanted me. She’d been the only family I’d had left in the world, and she hadn’t given two shits about me. In fact, I knew she’d hated me. I don’t know if there was a reason for it, or if she was just a hateful bitch. But from the first night I’d run from her, from her vicious, hateful words, and found myself at Neco’s house, wrapped protectively in his arms, him begging me not to cry anymore, I’d known I was somehow his. That he was my safe place, my home.

My father died when I was just a baby. I didn’t remember anything about him. Neco was the first person that I truly knew cared for me. He’d protected me, treated me like I mattered, and that made me feel more loved than I ever had in my life.