“It was. But nothing I wasn’t expecting.”
“Don’t get lulled into thinking it’s gonna be any easier from here on out. I won’t be sticking to you like glue. I expect you to hold your own weight.”
Gillian traced a finger across the top of his upper lip. “I understand. You don’t like me being there. Probably think it’s the last place a woman should be. But you can’t help liking me, anyway. Has to be hard on you.”
He rutted his hips, driving his still partially erect cock deep. “Honey, you have no idea.”
They kissed again, with his cock sliding deeper, this time on its own because it was hardening again, stretching her walls as it thickened.
“You have the most amazing dick,” she whispered.
“It’s here for you,” he said, stroking into her again. “Whenever you need it.”
“A relationship based on mutual need. I can handle that,” she said playfully, while her gaze told him she meant it. She wasn’t looking for love. Wasn’t looking for a man in her life. But this was nice.
He nodded. “Name’s Billy, by the way.”
She arched one brow. “You or your cock.”
The corners of his mouth curled upward. “He doesn’t have a name unless you want to give him one.”
“We’ll call him The Terminator for now. Because he’s just about killed me.”
“Now, you just got him interested again. Wouldn’t be fair to leave him like this.”
“You’re right. I’m not a cock-tease. How would you like it?”
“Fuck, when you say it like that, I can’t wait to see those lips wrapped around him, but I don’t think I’ll last long, so why don’t you just turn around and hold on tight.”
He lifted off her, pulling reluctantly out of her if the soft moan that slipped between his lips was any indication. She slid her legs from under him, and came eagerly to her knees, faced toward the headboard. She wrapped her hands around two sturdy oak spokes and widened her stance.
“You're so damn wet…and red,” he said, his hands cupping her ass and spreading her. “You sure you’re ready for round two?”
“Billy, you’re a dream come true. Stamina in spades. A a cock…” The cock in question butted against her sex, and then sank deep. “…Any girl would cry to have.”
“Anything else you like about me?” he said, wry humor in his voice.
“Anyone ever tell you that you look like Bruce Willis on steroids?”
“Hell, no.”
“I love Bruce.”
“Bruce wouldn’t give it to you like this.”
“Quit bragging and prove up, Officer Hedron.”
Chapter 4
Gabriel approached The Wizard later that night. Means sat on the steps between tier one and two, talking to three other inmates whose heads were bent toward him. The men looked as though they hung on every word he uttered. Either he was a real fascinating talker, or he might be the one. Demon’s seduced their prey—with words, with sex.
He should know. He’d overcome Gillian’s resistance in moments. He wondered whether Billy had taken advantage of the gift he’d prepared for him but guessed that he’d know the moment he saw the man.
Satiation had a way of softening even the roughest edges.
Conversation halted as he drew closer to the group huddled on the steps. The Wizard gave him a hard glare.
Gabriel gave him a slight smile, dipping his head and letting his eyelids roll down—the set that cloaked the inner demon fire banked in his eyes.