“Sorry, about that. Want to call in sick?”
Wouldn’t that be bliss? But only if he stayed with her. Like this. Bodies so close, a slip of paper couldn’t fit between them. “Just need this. You, giving it to me hard.”
“That I can do. Hold on, baby.”
Billy cursed silently—at Gabriel, at himself. Gillian looked shattered. Funny thing was, he felt the same way. He’d thought this was all about helping out a buddy get his mojo on, but Gillian had gotten to him. Was getting to him now. Her snug little cunt was working his cock, giving him sexy caresses she probably wasn’t even aware of.
He’d been in his truck, heading for home, when Gabriel had appeared in the seat beside him.
Billy had gasped, his hands curling tight around the steering wheel. “I hate when you do that, man.”
“About shit yourself?”
Billy aimed a lethal glare at his friend. “I assume you have something you want me to do?”
He’d had someone he’d wanted him to do. All it took was Gillian’s name spilling from Gabriel’s lips and he’d turned the truck around.
Now, he was stroking into her, gliding his cock in and out, more gently than he wanted because her inner passage was hot, likely abraded from the rough sex of the day before. She liked to act tough, but she was still soft, vulnerable woman on the inside.
He came up on his hands, and she slipped hers between them, stroking his chest, plucking at his chest hair and his nipples. He growled. “Keep it up, and I won’t be able to hold back.”
“I’m so juiced, I’m ready to go, too. Do it. Take me.”
Billy closed his eyes, wanting to concentrate on the feel of her beneath him instead of thinking about the fear bleeding away from her pinched face. He could give her this. He could keep her safe. He’d figure out a way without letting the creatures he played with ever touch her again. Gabriel would have to find another mark. He wasn’t having her again.
She stirred beneath him, her body beginning to blend with his, meeting his strokes. He ground inward at the end of each thrust, making sure he rasped against her clit. She was shivering hard, coming apart, and so was he.
With the wet sounds they made, the feminine grunts and groans that filled his ears, and the way her fingers dug into his skin as tension and friction built, he was almost there.
He paused, eased her legs from his hips and looped his arms beneath her knees, pressing them higher. “Can you take me deeper,” he said, slamming into her.
“God,” she said, her head digging into the pillow. “Faster.”
He settled his knees closer to her bottom and hammered, sweat breaking on his skin. When the first little convulsions began to ripple along his shaft, he let go, plunging as hard and deep as he could reach until he felt as if his head was exploding. The pressure in his balls snapped and hot come jetted, flooding her, coating him inside her.
Fuck! He hadn’t used a goddamn condom. Damn Gabriel and his games.
Gillian sobbed beneath him, her hands clutching and letting go, her body jerking against his until at last she lay still. He didn’t want to stop rocking against her for long moments as their breaths grew even. Finally, he groaned and sank his forehead on the pillow beside her. “Got an alarm clock set?”
“Mmm-hmm” was all the answer she could muster.
He rolled to his side, taking her with him, still locked together at the groin. After they arranged their limbs comfortably, he kissed her lips. “Sleep. No more dreams. I’ve got you now.”
His gaze rose beyond her, to Gabriel whose ethereal form remained beside the window. Gabriel looked over his shoulder and mouthed the words. “Tell her.” Then he was gone.
A lead weight settled in his chest. Gabriel was right. But Gillian wasn’t going to believe it. And he didn’t have time, not and have her lose more precious sleep. They’d exhausted her as it was.
He’d tell her after tomorrow night’s shift. And he’d watch out for her. All he had to do was make it through one more night, and they’d catch a three-day break. Plenty of time then for her to get used to the idea of the demon’s walking among them.
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A horse nickered softly as it passed, its tail swishing behind it. Gabriel’s glance rose to the officer astride the horse. His expression was bored behind dark sunglasses.
Wiping the sweat beading on his forehead against the sleeve of his coverall, Gabriel speared The Wizard with a glare. “Might go a little faster if you actually dug that shovel into some dirt,” he muttered.
Randy Means gave him a tight-lipped smile and sidled closer. “Haven’t figured out why you’re here. Maybe you should just tell me.”
“Maybe for the same reason you are,” Gabriel said, playing it by ear.