Anarchy Found (27 page)

“Oh, God,” I mumble, my eyes refusing to open.

“Don’t answer it,” Lincoln growls into my neck. “It’s bad news.”

But I have to answer it. I know from the ringtone it’s the station. So I reach over the bed, find my phone in the back pocket of my jeans, and tab the answer button, saying, “Yeah,” with my sleepy voice.

“Jesus fuck, Masters!” Chief yells. I have to hold the phone away from my ear, that’s how loud he is. “Get your ass into the station. We have crime coming out our ears!”

Beep, beep, beep.

I throw the phone down on the floor and it bounces off my pink chenille rug.

“Who was it?” Lincoln asks.

“As if you didn’t hear.” I chuckle. “But at least it’s not a body, so that’s good. I gotta go to work.”

“Not yet,” he says, squeezing my breasts with both hands.

“When did you put your gloves back on?”

“What?” he asks, biting my neck.

“You didn’t go to sleep with them on.”

“The light distracts me, Molly. I only took them off for you.”

“Oh,” I say, feeling his hard cock pressing against my back. “You’re so sweet.”

“So they say,” he says, sliding his fingers between my legs.

But I wriggle away from him and swing my feet over the side of the bed. “You can stay here for a while if you want. I’ll be gone all day, but if you want to keep sleeping—”

“Sleeping,” he says with a laugh. “I’m fucking you in the shower right now. Two birds, Molly. I like to kill two birds with each stone.”

“That’s morbid.”

“They say that too. Sweet and morbid go together like Alpha and Omega.”

I let out a soft, “Hmmph,” and get up to go start the shower.

Lincoln follows me, groaning about the time. “It’s four-fucking-thirty in the morning.”

“Criminals don’t have bank hours, Lincoln. So neither do cops.”

“Fuck them, then.” He grabs my shoulders and squeezes past me in the bathroom, then turns the shower on. “They can all wait until we’re good and goddamned ready to start this day. Dead people don’t care.”

“You’re terrible.”

“You like me that way,” he says with a wink. My eyes drift down to his cock as he fists it in his palm, stroking himself to let me know I’m not getting out of this house without a fuck. “Now stop talking and get your naked ass in the shower so I can wash your hair.”

Wash my hair. He makes me tingle in the most unexpected ways.

I test the water with my fingertips, but it’s already hot, so I step into the shower and he follows, his fist pumping heartily now. I want to suck him off so bad. I want to make him come down my throat.

He clicks his tongue at me, like he’s reading my mind, and then he grabs the shampoo, takes a seat on the bench and points to the tile floor. “Kneel, gun girl.”

“Bike boy,” I say. “Will that be your superhero name?”

“Alpha,” he growls back. “If you’re going to make me into your hero, it will be Alpha. Everything I do comes back to Alpha.”

“I don’t like the sound of that,” I say, wetting my head and body under the hot water and then kneeling between his legs. But my protest is half-hearted at best, because I can’t take my eyes off his rock-hard dick. He squeezes some shampoo onto my head and begins to massage his fingers through my hair.

Chapter Thirty-Five - Lincoln

She looks up at me from her submissive position on the floor, my cock pointing at her mouth, and never in all my years did I think I’d have my Omega so ready and willing. My fingertips move softly through her hair, the shampoo smelling of flowers and sweetness. The bubbles froth up and cover her scalp. “Suck me, Molly.”

Her mouth opens and I catch a glimpse of her pink tongue. It’s the same color as her pussy was under the light of my hands last night. She eases forward, eager, but not rushing it, and then her lips wrap around my shaft and she starts to suck. Her eyes are upturned, trained on mine. And the water from the shower head is hitting her in the back of the neck, spraying water onto her face. I watch it run down her cheeks like tears and have a moment of regret.

This day might not end well, but it’s certainly going to start out as perfection.

I continue massaging as her head bobs back and forth. Her tongue flattens out along my shaft and I allow myself a moment of pleasure. No pain this time. Only pleasure. But then my desire overcomes me, and I begin to urge her to take me deeper.

She makes a noise when I hit the back of her throat, but she keeps going.

Fuck.

I take one hand off her head and reach under to grab my balls, forcing them up against her chin. She gags, but I’m getting lost in her. I’m getting swept away by who and what she is, what she means to me, and what we are together. “Molly,” I say. “Yes, baby.”

She swallows, her throat constricting against my cock, and I let my head fall back against the field wall.

“Mmmmm,” she moans.

I want to hold out, I really do. But fuck it. I’m gonna take her pussy next. I need that pussy before this day starts to remind me that my life was not a waste. That I didn’t give it to some corporation or waste it on revenge and death.

“Deeper,” I moan. “Just a little bit—”

She practically dives into me, the tip of my cock crashing against her palate. She hums and swallows my thick, hard length, and it’s over.

I fill her mouth with my come. It spills out of her lips, and just when I think she will pull away and tell me it’s over, she sucks hard, her eyes only on me. Her mind only on me.

And then she swallows, over and over, until every drop is gone.

Chapter Thirty-Six - Molly

I pull away, the water rushing down my face and sweeping his come down my chin with the white frothy bubbles from my hair. I am covered in shampoo and draped in lust. “More,” I say. “I want you inside me so bad, Lincoln.”

He growls, stands, and pulls me to my feet. “Your wish,” he says, but never finishes the statement. Because he reaches around, grabs my ass, and lifts me up, dragging my throbbing pussy along his made-of-steel abs.

“Oh, God,” I moan. “I can’t take it.” I squeeze his hips with my knees, and he hikes me up a little more, the tip of his cock rubbing up against my clit. He’s almost hard for me again.

I have never in my life felt so desirable, never felt so complete and never been in so much agony, just wishing to be roughed up and fucked hard.

He slaps my ass, the sound echoing off the bathroom walls. I give a little shriek, but I don’t sense that he’s hurting from my outburst, so he’s reading my pleasure and I’m better able to accept his pain.

He reaches up and twists one of my nipples, but his gloves are still on. “Take those off,” I say. And it’s not a request. It’s a demand. I wait to see what his reaction will be. And for a moment he has a questioning look on his face as he considers my break from submission.

But then he shifts my body and raises his fingers to my mouth. “Bite,” he says.

I take the leather between my teeth and find a bit to bite into, then he pulls his hand away, releasing the glove a little. He does it again, and again, until all the fingers are loose. I spit the glove out and then his fingers are inside, pushing on my tongue. I wrap my lips around them, and he begins pumping them in and out. My tongue slides along his fingers like they are an extension of his dick. I can feel his cock growing against my pussy, and I’m so ready. He removes his fingers and reaches around to grab my ass cheek. Shit, I want him in my ass again too. “Just fuck me,” I moan.

He leans forward, pressing me against the cold, hard tile, and then he draws back, finds my opening and pushes inside. I grip his shoulders. His muscles bulge, his shoulders so broad and strong. He’s a massive force of a man. Everything about him is solid steel.

It’s everything. Having him inside me is everything. I hike my knees up and then wrap my legs around his waist as he rocks back and forth. Slow at first. “Too slow,” I say. “Fuck me harder. Please,” I beg.

He thrusts inside me so fast I gasp, and when I look up at his face, I expect him to be feeling the pain with me. But the only thing I see is desire.

His other hand finds my asshole, like he’s reading my mind, and then he’s pushing a finger in. I can feel him from both sides. First his cock, then his finger.

“You like it hard, Molly?”

“I like it with you, Lincoln. I like it any way you want to give it to me.”

“If I had more hands,” he says, “I’d pull your hair while I play with your ass. But I don’t, so you’re going to have to help me out here.” He withdraws his finger and grabs my hair, yanking my head back. “Play with your ass, Molly. I want to feel your fingers against my cock.”

I reach under and fulfill his request. He groans and fists my hair, grabbing it right up next to my scalp. Taking me. My eyes shut automatically from the pressure. And then I’m moaning his name. Over and over. “Lincoln, Lincoln…”

“Alpha,” he says. “I’m your Alpha. Your beginning.”

“And I’m the end,” I say, coming all over his dick. “I’m the end of that old life you were leading. We are perfect,” I say, as he comes inside me. “Perfect. And we will last forever.”

Chapter Thirty-Seven - Lincoln

“Forever is a long time,” I say, feeling totally spent and satiated. God, but I wish it could last forever.

“I know,” she moans, her legs still gripping my waist like she never wants to let go.

I hold her tight and then swing us around so I can dunk her under the spray of hot water and wash off the shampoo. She reaches up and plays with her hair, getting the last of the soap out. I back up, sit back down on the bench, and keep her in my lap as I reach for the hair conditioner. I squeeze it on her head and then push her face down onto my shoulder. Her soft breath tickles my neck as I massage the slick conditioner into every strand.

“I like taking care of you. I wish I’d been there.”

She doesn’t answer. She’s the one who said we could’ve made it together. And now she’s probably thinking of all the love she missed out on.

“But we can’t change things. It was meant to be this way.”

“I’m happy now,” she says, her eyes closed and her body limp. I grab the soap and start washing her back. “I’m happy with how it ended up.”

But she won’t be for long. Once she finds out what I did last night.