Never in my life has someone protected me. Not from the bullies at school who would make fun of my clothes, my shyness, or my good grades, not from the neighbor who would hug me for too long or make horrible comments even in front of my parents, not even from my sleazy boss who always felt one step away from forcing me to suck his dick to keep my job.
No one has ever deemed me important enough to protect.
Except Cormac.
In half a second, he had Dillon on the ground, beating him to a bloody—and deserving—pulp while Hank held me back at a safe distance. I expected Cormac to know Dillon from somewhere, considering how savagely he was beating him into the ground, but then Cormac spoke. He threatened Dillon to stay away from me, and my heart soared higher than it ever has before. The pain from Dillon’s slap was instantly forgotten and Cormac morphed right before my eyes.
Gone was the terrifying Mob Boss with only revenge on his mind. Suddenly, he was a man who was protecting me, fighting for my honor and warning away the scumbag who couldn’t take no for an answer.
So when Cormac stood up, sprayed in blood and panting heavily with his muscles bulging out of his shirt, there was only one thought on my mind.
A kiss.
His lips are surprisingly soft against my own. The ridge from the small scar on his lower lip presses into the corner of my mouth and the bristly fuzz from his facial hair stings across my jaw when he tilts his head, but I enjoy every second of it. Heat blazes from his skin, searing into my palms as I clutch at the sides of his thick neck. I have to raise to my tiptoes just to meet his mouth.
But it’s worth it.
The copper tang of blood in my mouth vanishes the moment Cormac forces his tongue past the seam of my lips and into my mouth. In a single sweep, he removes the blood leaking from where my teeth cut into my cheek at the slap and turns my mind to mush with how he makes his tongue roll in a wave against my own.
His large, heavy hands clutch at my waist, drawing me in against his burning hot, broad chest, and my toes stumble over his feet. I can barely maintain my balance to keep the kiss up because each time his tongue curls and caresses my own, my knees tremble and my entire body feels weak.
Evelyn, what the fuck are you doing?
And why the fuck is he kissing me back?
A desperate need for air eventually forces us to part with a gasp, and my sluggish mind struggles to come up with an excuse or a reason as to why I did that. At least not one I can vocalize with Cormac looking at me like I’m the juiciest piece of meat he’s ever seen in his entire life.
“Hank,” Cormac says throatily. “I’ll be needing the car.”
“Sir.”
I have no idea how we make it back to the car. One moment, Cormac pulls me into his arms. The next, he throws me down onto the cool leather backseat of the car and crawls over the top of me. His mouth collides with mine and a deep, rumbling growl vibrates against my fingertips as I slide them up his chest to caress his neck once more. His tongue invades my mouth while his hands skim under my T-shirt and stroke over my abdomen. One hand moves up to fondle my breasts through my bra, and the other slides around underneath my body. He uses that grip to shift me up the seat, and my legs fall open as I distantly hear the car door slam behind us.
Cormac takes up so much room that there’s barely enough room for me to breathe, never mind move. With one leg braced on the floor, Cormac moves my other to hook over the headrest of the back seat and then his hips collide with mine. He grunts into my mouth, and I moan as the sudden weighted pressure of his hips between my thighs makes my core tighten so rapidly that it’s almost painful.
My body flushes hot, my pulse races, and my skin tingles from every touch from Cormac. His fingertips are rough against my skin, likely worn and twisted from years of fighting and handling weapons.
“Fuck,” Cormac growls into my mouth, and I ache to reply, but my mind is blank. All that exists is a focus on sensation. The leather quickly warms against my back and sticks to my skin as Cormac leans away and rips my T-shirt from my body so quickly that the fabric grazes my armpits. Then he’s back on me, kissing me like I’m the very lifeline feeding him oxygen. His heavy hips roll down against mine, and the hard ridge of his cock becomes noticeable within seconds. My pussy clenches, and my mouth waters at the thought of exactly how much weaponry is hidden away in his slacks.
I slide one hand into his thick hair, wrapping the copper strands around my fingers and pulling tightly as I roll my own hips upward. Cormac moans deeply and breaks the kiss. His mouth lands on my neck. Teeth graze over my throat, and then his lips seal over my fluttering pulse. He suckles hard as if trying to reach the source of that racing pulse while his hands squeeze and fondle my breasts. I’m panting, unable to hold onto air for longer than half a second. My core clenches once more, and a familiar dampness soaks into my underwear while Cormac repeatedly rolls his hips down against me.
“Please!” I manage to croak, forcing the word past my kiss-swollen lips.
Cormac obeys instantly. His large hands drop to the waistband on my jeans. The zipper peels apart, and then he’s roughly tugging the fabric down away from my hips, catching my panties in the process. I don’t have time to be embarrassed or even wonder about what the sex is going to be like. It’s been too long since someone last touched me, and I’m so hungry to feel those rough hands all over my body that I’ll take what I can get.
There’s a comical thirty seconds where Cormac wrestles with the denim clinging to my legs and he has to find the best way to remove my jeans in such a cramped space. By the time they fall free, I’m sweating buckets while Cormac rips his shirt free, exposing that gorgeous muscular chest. I slide my hands over the rises and ridges of muscle while he wrestles his slacks low enough to haul his thick, swollen cock out of his boxers. My fingers pause in the soft swirls of hair over his chest and my eyes widen.
“Holy—” He’s huge. It makes sense, given how brick-lick this man is built, but seeing such thickness clenched in his fist is incredibly intimidating.
And fucking erotic.
“I’m gonna fuck the breath right out of you,” Cormac growls, and his mouth collides with mine once more. Gone are the gentle waves and rock of his tongue against mine. His kiss is biting now, clashing teeth and dominating my tongue with such power that my eyes roll back in my head. He grasps one of my hands and locks our fingers together, then pins it back above my head to the seat just as he grinds his thick, naked cock against my soaked pussy.
Cormac grunts and breaks the kiss. “You’re fucking soaked,” he growls, writing the words against my lips as I chase him for another kiss. I slide my free hand up to cup his chin and jaw and meet his eyes.
“Do something about it, then,” I gasp, arching my back into his body. We’re so sweaty that the leather squeaks as my skin peels from the seat and Cormac makes a soft noise, then kisses me briefly. Each glide of his cock through my soaked folds slicks his cock up, and the hot sensation of his throbbing length dragging over my clit is a punch of pleasure through my body every single time.
I’ve never craved someone like this before. I need him inside me, on top of me, splitting me open and filling me so full that I bubble over.
A needy whimper darts past my lips with each breath while Cormac grips his cock and presses the thick, swollen crown to my entrance. He lifts his head and his eyes, currently inky pools of darkness, lock onto mine. And then he slowly presses his cock inside me.
The stretch is the right side of painful, and I clutch tightly at his hand while my other claws at his shoulder.
“Yes,” I gasp, arching upward and pressing my hips down. “Yes, yes, yes!” Inch by inch, he pries me open, and I eagerly soak up every thick inch he gives me. My head tosses back and forth, my hair clings to my neck and cheek, and my core pulses as rapidly as my fluttering heart. Cormac thrusts inside me, then moves his hand to caress my cheek.
“I’m going to carve you open with my cock. No one and nothing will satisfy you like this ever again.”
Then he starts to fuck me. Cormac fucks like he fights, with deep, powerful thrusts that would jolt me right out of the car if he wasn’t keeping me pinned with his hand and his torso. Each thrust is like a punch, forcing the air from my lungs and dragging against every hidden bundle of nerves inside me. No part of me is left untouched, and the impact of his pelvis against my clit makes me see stars.
I am utterly and completely at the mercy of the best sex of my life. I grip his shoulders, scratch his back, and bite his lip as the pleasure grows quick and fast inside me, like a ball forming tight in my lower belly. Cormac fucks me faster, his hips slamming harder and harder into mine until we’re both panting so much that we can’t maintain a kiss.
His open mouth simply rests against mine, and we share air, locked in each other’s eyes until his rhythm starts to falter and the ball inside me explodes and spreads tingling warmth all the way through my body.
He fucks my orgasm right out of me, and I come with a scream that he drinks down with the cockiest fucking smirk I’ve ever seen a man wear. Cormac comes a few seconds later, burying his thickness deep inside me and flooding my insides with his load. He thrusts three more times and then grinds against me, as if packing his seed as deep as he can.
Then he kisses me hard, our hands still locked together above my head.
Holy shit.
That’s the best sex I’ve ever fucking had. With a dangerous man I barely know. It has to be the adrenaline, right?
Cormac kisses me softer, and his movements are gentle as he slides his cock from my pussy. He somehow manages to clamber into the front seat and passes me a bottle of water that I drain immediately. My throat is parched, and I’ve sweated so much that I may as well have been running a marathon.
My body aches and my pussy throbs like a pulse, but what affects me the most is the loss of Cormac’s hand in mine. It was such a simple, small thing, but for some strange reason, it makes my heart heavy to no longer have it.
“You good?” Cormac asks, passing me my T-shirt and helping me redress the best he can from where he sits.
I merely nod. I have no words.
Not one.
I dress just in time as a second later, there’s a knock at the steamed-up windows. Cormac pushes a button and lowers the window next to him, revealing Hank who hands him an electronic tablet.
“We’ve got something,” Hank says.
Just like that, the air of sex vanishes and a more serious weight settles over the car. As Cormac studies whatever is on the tablet, Hank jogs around to the driver’s side and enters the car, then he passes me an energy bar from the glove compartment.
As I lean over to accept it, I glance down at the tablet in Cormac’s lap and my heart leaps.
On the screen are two pencil sketches of a man and a woman. Like a jolt of lightning in my mind, the face of the dead man in the tub suddenly snaps clear in my mind, no longer consumed by the wound to his throat.
I remember him. And not only that, but I also know he’s been at this motel before.
“Who are they?” Cormac asks, enlarging the pictures.
“No clue,” Hank states. “But it’s a start.”
“I know,” I say softly.
Cormac whips around to face me, his brow knitting together. “What?”
“I’ve seen them before, here at Sunrise.”
