Over My Head (8 page)

“Oh!”

Slade paused. “Relax, Astra,” he crooned. “It’s going to be tight. I won’t hurt you if I don’t have to.”

She stopped playing with his testicles and glanced over her shoulder. “I trust you.”

He pushed his finger deeper, past the taut ring of muscle. Astra groaned but didn’t pull away. Her body quivered a little and the muscles in her legs tightened. To lessen the pain, he twisted his finger and moved it in and out of her tiny hole. She grabbed his free hand and placed it on her labia.

“Rub yourself, babe. I want to play with your nipples.” Slade trickled his fingers up her ribcage to her breast. He moved to the rhythm in his head—in and out of her pussy, in and out of her ass, all the while pinching and rolling one of her nipples.

“Oh,” she moaned. “Yes.”

Slade added another finger to stretch and prepare her and kept up his cadence. Little by little she relaxed. Her eyes closed and her body welcomed more of him in.

“Astra.” He withdrew from her pussy and lined himself up to breach her ass. Love and devotion swelled in his heart. It took a lot to trust someone enough for this sort of play.

God, he loved her.

Slade squeezed more lube onto his fingers and coated his cock in the slippery liquid. He pinched her breast and entered her, inch by agonising inch.

Astra jumped and squirmed. “So…full.” Her voice caught. “It…hurts.”

“Relax and bear down on me, beautiful.” He moved within her asshole, stretching her more. “The pain will pass.” Slade leaned over her, one hand on her chest and the other between her thighs, plucking at her clit. “Let me make you feel good. Like you made me feel.”

She glanced over her shoulder once more and nodded. Instead of fear, raw desire glimmered in her eyes.

His restraint splintered. Slade worked himself deep into her ass and held still. She was wrapped around him so tightly. This had to be what heaven felt like. He rested against her back and kissed the silky skin. “I love you, I love you, I love you,” he murmured.

Astra whimpered and wiggled. “I…need to come.”

Slade released her breast, rested his weight on his left arm and slowly thrust into her ass. She shivered beneath him and dug her fingers into the sheets. God, she made loving her so much fun.

“Make me come.” Her voice wavered and her back arched. Astra impaled herself on his cock and she met him action for action.

His balls tingled and heat zinged through his veins. God, he needed to come, too. Slade abandoned her pussy and grasped her hips. Need like he’d never known ripped through him. Astra keened and pushed in time with his actions.

The orgasm built low in his loins, bubbled up to his heart then settled in his cock. His limbs shook as the full force of the climax took over.

“Fuck.” He cried out and pulled her tight against the crook of his groin.

Astra moaned and puffed on the bed.

Slade braced himself on both hands, careful not to crush her as he gasped for breath. For the first time in his life, he felt completely and totally spent, every last drop of cum wrung from his body.

“Let—let me chuck the raincoat and we can…sleep.” Woozy, Slade sauntered to the trash bin to discard the condom. Astra remained in the same position watching him with glazed eyes.

Slade plopped down onto the bed beside her. He flopped onto his back and simply stared at the ceiling. The desire to move eluded him.

“I saw stars.” One hand splayed on his chest as Astra cosied up next to him. “I’ve never seen stars, but with you, I did.” She rested her head on his chest, next to her hand. “Just promise me you’re real and will be here in the morning.”

Slade took a deep breath, enjoying the sweet scent of her shampoo and femininity. “I’m all yours.” As he succumbed to sleep, the thought crossed his mind—he belonged to her…but would she still want him when she found out his truths?

Chapter Eight

Randy woke up with a start and glanced around the room.
Fuck.
How long had he been out? He looked at the clock through bleary eyes. Ten o’clock in the morning. Only six hours.
Screw it.

He gave himself a breather from the Slade persona and snuggled Astra against his side. He needed to tell her about the operation. Living a lie sucked ass and it damned near looked like he could lose her. Being without Astra wasn’t part of the equation. She was more than precious to him—she was a part of him.

Revealing his true identity was essentially against the rules—bring the club down and don’t fall in love. Never drop cover, never falter. He pinched the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger. He’d failed on all accounts…

Almost.
He slapped his hand on the nightstand in search of his phone.

He’d sent a text to put the final part of the operation into motion. Probably should’ve convinced her he knew which end was up first, but the department needed to prepare.

Astra stirred and sighed. Her hand meandered to his crotch. With long strokes, she wrapped her fingers around his cock.

“Mmm.” Randy settled down into the sheets. He shouldn’t succumb to her, but damn…

Her breath warmed his neck. Open-mouthed kisses feathered over his skin. “Do you like?” Her hair tickled his chest as she moved.

The bed dipped as she rolled away from him. The tease. Where was she? He glanced around the room, but no Astra.
What the fuck?

Footsteps padded in the bathroom. Wild sparks in her eyes and a smile on her lips, Astra emerged nude with a foil packet in hand.

“I thought we used them all.” He pressed his lips together, knowing he’d said the wrong thing.

Astra shrugged. “I come prepared.”

“Not yet you haven’t come.” He patted the mattress. “Come here so you can come.”

She nibbled the corner of her mouth but didn’t leave the bathroom doorway.

“What, little girl? What are you thinking?”

Her grin widened. Astra squealed and broke into a run, jumping and landing on the bed with a bounce before flopping beside him.

“You’ve always wanted to do that haven’t you?” Randy snagged her in his arms and rolled her onto his stomach.

Astra nodded. “I’ve wanted to do that since I was about five.” She licked her lips and tore the packet open. “I want this more.” She scooted down his legs and kneeled. She peered at him from behind his cock. “I”—she blew across the crown of his penis—“want to make you”—another rush of chilly air—“feel good.” With one hand on his dick and the other on his balls, she ran her tongue over the blunt end of his length, bringing him to the brink.

Randy planted his feet. If she kept up her feel-good manoeuvres for too much longer, he’d come all over her and they hadn’t talked about that kind of play. He pushed her hair from her eyes and took control of the situation.

“Ride me,” he bit out. Slick pre-cum glistened on the tip of his cock. Damn, he was too close.

Taking her time, Astra sat up. She unrolled the condom down his length, stroking him as she worked. His balls tightened.
Fuck.
Two strokes and the whole thing would be over.

Astra inched forward, rubbing his cock against her sopping folds. Her eyelids slid shut and her hands travelled up her ribcage to her breasts.

“Pinch them for me.” Randy spread his hands over her thighs, guiding himself into her searing pussy.

Astra pulled her nipples tight between her thumbs and forefingers. A cry escaped her throat and her body trembled. Hands on her hips, Randy surged up, filling her.

“Fuck,” she gasped. “I’m…right…there.”

Halle-fucking-lujah.
He liked her being on the same ragged edge he was precariously walking. He worked his hips, thrusting into her.

Astra slouched forward. Her nails bit into her arms as her entire body trembled. Her pussy walls clenched him tightly. “Coming.” She quaked and her ragged breaths puffed on his chest. “Oh, God.”

Randy pistoned into her, not caring how long things lasted. Right now, he had her, had her coming on him, and loved her with his whole heart.

With him still inside her, she fell forward and wrapped her arms around him. He’d made love to her three times the night before and she kept coming back for more. Would she ever tire of him? Or would escape from the club prove his worst fear? She’d find someone else just because she could.
Like Darley had.

“I hurt everywhere, but I love it.” She kissed his chest and burrowed closer to him. “I love it a lot.”

Threading his fingers into her hair, he tipped her chin with the other hand to look into her eyes. “Sweetheart, I need to tell you something.”

“You’re going to marry me?” She snorted. “Sorry. You gave me a mind-blowing orgasm and expect me to pay attention. Okay, I’m listening.”

Marriage did sound damn enticing. Running off to Vegas would make a great cover, too. Well, good if she went along with it. Fucked up if she ran away from him.

Slade shifted to sit up between her thighs and placed her legs on his. He moved her out of his arms long enough to ditch the used rubber. He rather liked knowing he gave her mind-blowing orgasms, but he needed to be sure she loved him, not the cover.

“Spit it out. You know my scary ass past.” She ran her fingers down his chest and tugged gently on his chest hairs. “You can’t be any worse. Well, you can, but I’m hoping you’re not.”

The more she rambled, the harder it became to just tell her the truth. “You asked me who I worked for.” He swallowed past the lump of apprehension. “I work for Tiny, but I work for someone else, too.”

“Corey?” She pulled her knees to her chest and sat up straighter. “He sent you to make sure I had the abortion, didn’t he?”

“No.” Randy crossed the space between them and put his hand up, aiming to caress her face. “Why would Corey be involved?”

Astra scrambled from the bed. “Don’t—don’t touch me.” Stuck in the sheet, she tumbled to the floor. “I am not giving in.”

Grinding his teeth, Randy cursed the operation and his co-workers at the club. Time to tell her the whole truth. He touched her arm with an open palm. “I’m a cop.”

Astra froze and her eyes widened. Her mouth opened and closed, but no words came out. The colour bled from her face.

“Astra, I’m a sergeant with the Carrington Falls police force.” He nodded as if the action would help soothe her fears. “I’m not supposed to tell you I’m working the Silver Steel to help girls like you to…not work for Corey or Tiny.”

“Girls like me?” she spat. “Fucked up girls who take their clothes off and want some far-fucking-fetched happily ever after?” She trembled and tears streaked down her cheeks. “Don’t do this. Don’t lie.”

“No, little girl.” He didn’t care if she hit him, swore at him, or even hated his guts. He needed her and needed to tell her the truth. Randy crushed her in his arms. “The drugs you thought I’d bust you for are what I’m trying to bust him for. I know he’s abusing the girls and I’m tired of it. I’m going to stop him and save you.”

She went limp in his arms, both hands across her mouth. She didn’t look at him but rather somewhere across the room. God, he hated to tear her world apart. His heart shattered within his chest. What else could he say or do to make things…not so shitty?

Randy rested his forehead on her temple. “The stuff that happened—the car, the threats… I’m not about to let you pay for him being an asshole. And if it was Corey who beat the hell out of you the other night, then I’m bringing him down, too.”