Hard.
Explosive.
Wild.
Her gasps were mine and my grunts became hers.
The air crackled.
A picture fell from the trembling wall and crashed to the floor as I pounded into her. Chasing down the sensation that burned around us like one of those dreams.
Tangible but unattainable.
It only spun us farther. Wound us into this disorder that only belonged to us.
Our bodies melding.
Molding.
Melting into bliss.
Felt it when she split.
When her walls clamped down around my cock and every molecule of her body blew.
A total eruption.
Her nails sank into my shoulders, and she burrowed her open mouth against my throat in a silent scream as the orgasm streaked through her body.
Salem tremored and throbbed and shot me into paradise.
Where it was just me and her.
I surged and jerked as my sight blurred at the edges.
I finally tripped.
Every promise I’d ever made myself no longer existed.
Because every part of me belonged to this girl.
Salem sucked for a breath while I held her tight where she was pressed to the door.
I edged back an inch, my arms a fortress around her body. “I have you, Salem, I have you.”
Emotion crested through her features, and slowly, I set her onto her feet. I pecked a kiss to her jaw, then pulled my jeans over my hips, left the fly hanging open as I grabbed a washcloth from under the sink and ran it under the faucet.
I knelt in front of her and dragged it between her thighs, cleaning her up, caring for her in a way I wondered if anyone ever had.
I kept peeking up at her, at the way she watched me like I was real, too, even though there was no missing the tumult that still spun through her spirit.
I tossed the washcloth to the hamper in the corner, then I grabbed her underwear and slowly eased them back up her legs. My words were a grumble when I met her gaze, “I want you and Juni to move in with me.”
Shocked panic filled her expression. “What?”
Standing, I slipped my hands up under her dress, adjusting her underwear over her gorgeous ass, doing my best not to cop another feel but unable to do anything but glide my hands back down her thighs, anyway. I pulled her against me. “At least until we know it’s safe. I’m not going to be able to sleep if you aren’t by my side.”
“Jud.” It was a defense.
I shook my head. “Run to me, Salem. Let me be there for you. You know it’s where you belong. Where you’re going to be safest. You know I’ll fight for you. Fight for your daughter.”
A war blistered through her expression, and her eyes dropped closed for a beat. Felt my own shock when she gave, when she nodded and said, “Okay.”
Thank fuck.
Hugging her to me, I ran my fingers through her mussed hair, pressed my lips to her temple before I angled back and met her with a little more of the truth. “No better place than being in you.”
She sent me a wry smile then she looked around like she’d just noticed where we were. “We really should probably keep our hands to ourselves during work.”
I nudged her chin, shot her a grin. “Perks of the job.”
“Jud.” Exasperation filled her tone. “I’m serious.”
I set my hands on the door on either side of her head, leaned down, and murmured, “Now why would you want to make that kind of rule when you can have all of this?”
I was serious, too.
I let my fingertips slide back under her dress, pressing to the fabric between her thighs.
Salem curled her hands in my shirt. “You don’t fight fair.”
A rough chuckle scraped up my throat. “Never said I did.”
She fought the smile that twitched at her mouth, lightness filling her eyes but unease still lingering under the surface. “You’re ridiculous.”
That time I laughed, dipped in to peck a kiss to her lips.
Then my tone went serious. “I’m going to put an end to your fear, Salem. I promise you that.”
Her nails scratched into my beard, and her voice became a plea. “I can’t stand the idea of you getting hurt because of me.”
The grin I cracked was grim. “Hate to break it to you, darlin’， but I’ve been in far more precarious situations than this.”
Her throat tremored when she swallowed, and then she warily gave me a nod. “I need to get back to work.”
She turned and undid the lock.
I grabbed the picture and slipped it back onto its hook before I zipped my fly and buttoned my jeans as I followed her out.
As soon as I stepped out into the lobby, I felt it.
A heatwave of hate that blistered through the air.
Salem stumbled a step before she lifted her chin and breezed by her brother who was lurking by the window.
No doubt about it, he’d heard me banging the fuck out of her two minutes ago. Not that it was any of his business, but the asshole looked like he was about to explode, fucking red in the face, hands curled into fists, like he thought he had a say.
“Salem,” he grated.
“Don’t,” she said, lifting a hand and moving behind the counter. “Just don’t.”
Shooting me a look that could slay a lesser man, Darius gritted his jaw, looked at Salem once more, before he turned on his heel and stormed out through the door that led into the shop.
I followed.
“Darius.” My voice was low when I called after him.
He didn’t slow or turn. The only reaction he gave to me shouting at him was the flinch of his shoulders. He stalked for the bay where he’d been working.
I kept right up. “Want to talk to you, Darius.”
He spun on me, hands flying out to push me against the chest. “Told you to stay the fuck away from her.”
“You might not have noticed, but your sister is a big girl, she can make her own decisions.”
“Decisions that are going to get her killed,” he spat.
The assertion skewered through me, making me stumble a step before I got in his face, hissing back, “Bullshit. I have her. All I need is a name.”
He rattled a sarcastic, horrified sound. “You have her? You don’t have her. You have no fuckin’ clue.”
I took him by the collar. “Give me the bastard’s name.”
Darius writhed in an attempt to get free of my hold. “Fuck you.”
He shoved me again, and I stumbled back a step, just as he flew at me. Dude actually thought he was gonna start something in my shop.
I was getting ready to take him by the wrist when a bustle came from the side.
Brock was there, his scrawny arms pushed between us to keep us apart. “Hey, now, hey. Break it up. As much as I love me a good fight, last thing we need around here is blood spilled all over this floor. More work to do when we already have plenty. Play nice, boys. Clearly, you both love the same girl, for different reasons. Least I fuckin’ hope so.” Brock cocked a salacious smirk at Darius. “I mean, it must be hard to have a sister that looks like Salem. I feel your pain, man. But take it down a notch or two, sound good, sweetie pie?”
Darius edged back. Hatred boiled in his blood, and he glared at me with vicious eyes. “I warned you, Jud. Warned you to stay the fuck away from my sister.”
With a harsh shake of his head, he swung around, charged across the shop, and bashed through the side door. It swung all the way open, and the metal smashed against the exterior wall. It let in a bright glow of light that he disappeared through before the door clattered shut behind him.