Page 193 of The Lonely Road

“That’s reasonable. Carry some of it. Don’t carry all of it.”

He wrings out the mop again.

“You shot him in the leg.”

“Outside of the thigh.” I like being specific. “Clean through. He’ll testify.”

“That’s why you⁠—”

“He’s more useful alive and capable of testimony than any alternative.” I pick up my coffee. “I know how court cases work, Mason.”

He shakes his head in disbelief. “You’re remarkable.”

“I know,” I say smugly.

CHAPTER 47

mason

We both needed to clean up after we cleaned up the floor—the pancakes have to wait.

We hit the shower together.

The water runs, steam curling around us, water sluicing down Taya’s body in rivulets, catching on the tight peaks of her nipples before vanishing between her thighs.

She presses against me, skin slick and fever-hot, her mouth a brand on mine—hungry, punishing, forgiving.

I don’t deserve this.

I definitely don’t deserve the way her fingers dig into my hips, nails biting just shy of drawing blood, or the way her thigh grinds against me.

She moans into my mouth, and I swallow the sound like a prayer.

“You still have a lot of making up to do,” she whispers, her hands sliding down, fingers wrapping around me with a grip that makes my knees weak.

“Yeah.” I cup her ass and lift her against the tiled wall. Her legs lock around my waist. “But you love me anyway.”

She laughs—dark, breathless.

“This is the adrenaline rush, sweetheart. You sure about it?” I pant, thrusting against her.

She moves and sinks onto me, taking me in, stretching around me like she was made for it.

“Shut up,” she gasps, nails raking down my back.

I pin her, water cascading over us as I piston in and out of her, each stroke dragging a choked moan from her throat.

“You gonna come for me, baby?” I bite her shoulder, tasting salt and soap and her. “Gonna let me feel you squeeze me like you never want me to leave?”

Her answer is a scream, her body convulsing around me, her orgasm ripping through her so hard her thighs tremble. And Christ, the way she clenches—like a vise, like she’s trying to keep me inside her forever—it drags me right over the edge with her.

I come so deep inside her, I swear she’ll feel it for days. I know I will.

She’s still shaking when I finally pull out, her legs barely holding her up as she slumps against me, breath ragged.

“Still think this was a bad idea?” Her lips brush my collarbone.

I grin, already feeling myself twitch back to life against her thigh. “Nope. But let’s test that theory again. Slow this time.”