Page 10 of Pickle
“You knowwhat they say about couples who kill together, Thyrie?” he asks.
“Tell me.”I want to hear him say it.
“The couple that kills together,stays together. You’re mine forever, Sweet Spitfire.” He tugs the towel from me and begins working his mouth down my body, kissing and biting everywhere he can reach.
“Then you’re mine,”I say, already knowing I want to keep him forever, too.
“Of course,I’m yours. Only yours. I’ll love you from now until I take my last breath. Even without glittery silver eyelids,” he promises.
And I believe him.
His hands area little rough where he tugs and pulls at my limbs to arrange me on the bed the way he wants me. It’s another reminder that, unlike the men I’ve gravitated toward in the past, Hyram’s the blue-collar type. I already know I’m more likely tofind him handling club business or messing around with his bike than working in the office overseeing the business end of Redemption Build.
“Stay like this. Don’t move,”he orders when he’s got my wrists crossed above my head. I humor him for now, knowing there’s zero chance I’ll hold such a passive position for long. The need to touch and taste Hyram is too great to keep me still.
He skateshis palms down my sides until he reaches my thighs. It doesn’t take much convincing for me to relax and let my legs drop open as he presses them wide enough to shoulder between them. Then he’s face level with my pussy. My very wet, very needy pussy.
“I think she likes me,”Hyram chuckles and dips a fingertip between my lower lips to slick around my juices. It’s corny and breaks the seriousness that has crept in. Not that I don’t want the seriousness. I very, very much want it. But this is nice, too.
“Guessyou should introduce yourself properly then, yeah?” I counter.
Hyram huffs out a laugh,the puff of his air warm against my sensitive flesh. His tongue pokes between the lips of my sex, tracing around my clit and dipping low to slip over my opening with no discernable pattern.
“Writing up a contract for this pussy.”He licks letters against me, speaking each word as he completes the spelling.
“You.Belong. To. Me. For. Ev. Er.”
It’s toomuch and nowhere near enough. I need more pressure or suction to make me come, and this is just a tease. But it’s plenty enough to drive me out of my mind. My hips twist and shimmy against the bar of his forearm across my lower belly.
“Please, please, please!”I chant, the words slurring together into one garbled mantra on repeat.
“I am.So pleased. Thyrie, I knew I wanted you for myself when I heard you blasting that idiot who didn’t deserve to be with you. And here you are. In my bed. Mine. Forever.” He prowls up my body until his cock is notched at my opening, and I brace myself. He’s hard and heavy, and every inch of him splits me wide as he tunnels into me as deep as he can get.
“I love you, too.”I give him the words, telling a man I love him for the first time in my adult life. It’s the first time I finally believe I’ve found a man I can pledge myself to forever.
Because as helines himself up and slides deeply in and out of my core, I know Hyram Holt is the kind of man who keeps what he loves, and he loves me.
EPILOGUE
Hyram
A few months later
“What’s up?” Thyrie’s hushed voice and the dim glow of her cell phone screen rouse me from my sleep. I hear the rapid cadence of a man on the other end of the phone but can’t make out the words.
“Okay.Make sure no one leaves. I’ll be there in…twenty.” The love of my life disconnects the phone and rolls to face me, unsurprised to see me as awake now as she is.
“Problem?”I ask.
“Cock upwith the new client’s security detail. I knew that snotty prick would be a problem, but noooo. Silas swore we could keep a lid on the guy.” Nothing gets her swearing faster than a misbehaving, entitled client.
“The guy’s sobad Silas is calling reinforcements? Must be a real winner.” I mean, I love my girl, but being real here? There’s a damn good reason Silas is the forward-facing side of their business. Thyrie’s nowhere near as chill as he is with the clients. He’s a real asshole whisperer.
“I told him so.And if he thinks for a hot second I won’t rub it in that I was right,again…” She rolls away from me and strides to the dresser on her side of the room. I do the same and grab clothes from my dresser. There’s zero chance she’s going alone to meet up with a man, in the middle of the night, even if it is Silas.
Thyrie surprisesme when she sidesteps around me to grab the first-aid kit from the bathroom and shoves it at me to carry. She rolls her eyes and smirks while twisting her long hair into a quick ponytail.
“Since you’re coming with,be useful,” she snarks without heat.
