Fury - Page 91

“It’s a…”

“Garage,” Heidi interrupted, like I was struggling to identify the space. But there was a quietness in her voice, like she was nervous now. Her fingers fiddled with the key ring and her teeth raked at her lip. “It’s for you. Well, for your bike. If you want it, that is?”

I stared at her, at the uncertainty filling those blue eyes, her face lit by the bright florescent tube above her head.

“Fury,” she began again, “there’s a key for you here too. You don’t have to move in. We’re probably not ready for that. But you can come and go as you please. There’s a place for your truck and for your bike. We can live between both your place and mine. I just don’t want to be without you. Not again. But I don’t want to rush this. I want to feel every tiny piece of us. Step by step, day by day, until we haven’t even realised that we’re two separate people. If you don’t want to, I understand we could….”

I silenced her with my mouth, not wanting to hear her doubt herself anymore. Not wanting to hear the vulnerability of uncertainty and the fear of rejection in her voice. She was mine, whether she liked it or not. And I was hers. And this garage she’d had converted for me was going to be the first place I fucked her in her own home.

“Better drop those shutters, doll,” my words vibrated across her lips, as I walked her backwards towards them.

My fingers teased into her blouse, flicking the buttons free, well-practiced now, her plump tits warm in my hand. I rolled the hem of her skirt up her thighs, feeling for where the flimsy material of her tights covered that sweet pussy, ripping them free, and pulling her knickers to the side. She gasped into my mouth, her tongue stilling, just for a moment as she felt my fingers slide inside of her. She was wet and slick, and I was an impatient fucker. I popped the button on my jeans, pushing them down just enough to let my erection bounce free.

And then, picking her up, I positioned her on top of me, the heat of her cunt on the head of my shaft. Fuck. I checked I was in line, propped her back against the shutters that hadn’t quite closed to the floor, and pulled her down hard. Heidi yelled, strangled, aroused, hot. Fuck, this wasn’t going to last long. I pumped into her, dragging her over my cock, slamming her down as I met her, wringing out those beautiful cries as she lost control and the metal shutter rattled behind us.

Chapter Forty One

Chaos

My shoulder wobbled. A hand there, someone shaking. Urgency. My brain was swimming in the fog of deep sleep, drenched in alcohol.

“Chaos. Carnage. Wake up. Someone’s phone’s ringing.”

“Then answer someone’s phone,” a voice across the room grumbled, low and sleepy.

“Fine.”

And now that the girl had broken through my sleep, my brain limped into action. The air was icy around me, my arm draping down the side of the bed, a duvet covering my legs but my arse and back exposed to the cold.

“Hello?” the light feminine voice was amplified, echoing in my skull, bile pooling in my throat and my stomach growling, my body reminding me of hours of abuse.

Damp hung in the air. Stale and musty, clinging to the walls in patches of mottled black. My eyes fought to adjust. The lamp on the other side of the bed cast a dull orange glow, barely enough to light one tiny corner of the huge room and sending shadows creeping like approaching demons.

“Yeah, they’re here,” the voice continued, the accent heavy with cockney tones.

Then the mobile phone was pushed to my ear, a paragraph of expletives tumbling out.

“Where the fuck are you?”

“No fucking idea,” I grumbled. “Student house somewhere.”

“Get up and get fucking clothes on. Demon’s been shot.”

“Fuck!” I rolled to upright in a split second, rubbing at my eyes as my head swirled, the Victorian coving that had fallen off in places where it separated the wall from the ceiling, spinning before my eyes. “How bad?”

“Really fucking bad. Just get fucking over here.”

“Where?”

“Tattoo shop.”

“On it.”

“What’s happening?” Caleb groaned from where he lay spooning against a sleeping woman on the sofa across the other side of the room.

Her big tits hung off the end of the settee, her bare leg folded underneath her, and Caleb snuggled in behind her. I couldn’t remember her name, or the name of the girl staring at me as I scrabbled around on the floor to untangle my jeans from a heap of discarded clothing. I grabbed the trousers and a t-shirt, unsure whether it was mine or my brothers, but it fit anyway.

“You have to go?” the girl on the sofa mumbled.