Smoke Bomb (Smoke Series Book 3)

HUCK

Trinity went limp beneath me, and I pulled out of her before cupping her face in my hands. Had she passed out? Holy fuck. Her lashes began to flutter, and I sighed in relief when they finally opened and she stared up at me. Jesus Christ, she was going to ruin me.

I lay down beside her and pulled her to me so that she was lying against my chest. Now that I knew I hadn’t fucked her to death, I needed a minute to gather myself. The amount of women I had fucked, I didn’t even know. I’d lost count when I was a teenager. What I did know was, nothing had compared to that. Not even remotely close. Hands down the best sex I had ever had, and she had been a virgin.

Damn animal inside me wanted to roar with satisfaction that I’d been the first dick inside her.

“Oh no,” she whispered and started to move away from me.

My arm tightened around her. She wasn’t going anywhere.

“I did that thing.” Her voice wavered. “I got your bed wet.”

Yeah, she’d fucking done that thing, and I’d never come that hard in my life.

“I don’t care,” I said. “If you do that thing every time I fuck you, then I might chain you to my bed.”

She tilted her head back and looked up at me. I met her gaze.

“There’s gonna be blood too. Don’t get all upset when you see it. We made a fucking mess,” I told her.

She winced. “I’m sorry.”

“You’re sorry?” I asked her, wanting to laugh. “About what exactly? Squeezing my dick with your hot little cunt so hard that I became a madman? Or for ejaculating on my dick, which is something I’d never experienced bare, and it made me come so damn hard that I might never recover?”

She didn’t say anything. I watched her lay her head back down on my chest, and then I closed my eyes. I needed to get a handle on this. She’d been a fucking twenty-one-year-old virgin. I hadn’t even thought that existed. I’d shot a load into her that I hadn’t even been aware I could produce. Yes, I wanted more of that tight, magical pussy, but could I do that without her getting emotionally attached? I didn’t do attachments, and she’d already been hurt enough.

Fuck me, this was not good. My dick wanted to stay buried in her, but my head knew that a girl like this one was not able to keep sex and emotions separate. She had said she didn’t think she could fall in love. That was promising, but I wasn’t sure if I could trust that. I fucked women who knew the score. They didn’t expect monogamy. They didn’t expect anything but a few orgasms. And they sure as fuck were not virgins.

What had I done? I knew her pussy was too tight. I could feel the damn hymen in there when I shoved my finger deep inside. And I’d been so overcome by lust that I’d done it anyway.

Dammit!

She was quiet for a female who’d just had sex. I looked back down at her and saw the slow, even breathing. My chest tightened. Why was it doing that? Shit, my dick was now controlling other parts of my body. I needed to get my head on straight. Trinity did not deserve to be hurt more. I eased out from under her, and thankfully, she didn’t wake up.

I had to get her sweet smell, mixed with sex, out of my head. I pulled the covers up over her and headed for the bathroom. Turning on the shower, I glanced down at my still-semi-hard dick. There was a smear of blood there, but that warm gush of her release had washed most of it off. Thinking about it made my cock start to harden and lengthen again.

Cursing, I reached in and turned off the hot water, then put the cold on full blast. Taking a cold shower after the best sex of my life. This was going to be fucking hard to control. But I would. She might have claimed she couldn’t fall in love, but she was a woman. They tended to do that shit anyway. I had to make sure it didn’t happen.

When I was showered and dressed, I walked back into the room to see Trinity still sleeping. I didn’t need to be down here when she woke up. That wouldn’t be good for either of us. Cuddling after sex was a bad idea too. That would only confuse her.

I headed upstairs and went straight to the kitchen. Gage was standing in front of the fridge with a bag of chips in his hand. He looked at me as I walked in and narrowed his eyes.

“You couldn’t wait until she cooked us something to eat? And how long does it take to fuck her? Jesus, you were down there forever. I’m starving. Is she coming up?”

I scowled at him and went over to the pantry. “She’s asleep. Cook your own damn food.”

“Asleep? Why the hell is she asleep?”

I wasn’t talking about what I had done with Trinity with him or Levi. Or fucking anyone. Not their business.

“She’s tired,” I bit out.

Gage grabbed a container of dip and slammed the door. “Great. We’ve not had a good meal in days, and you fucked our cook to the point of exhaustion.”

“Who fucked our cook? Huck?” Levi asked, walking into the kitchen.

“Who do you think? We were told we couldn’t touch her,” Gage replied, sounding annoyed.

Levi looked at me, but said nothing.

“I’m ordering pizza,” Gage announced, pulling his phone out of his pocket.

“Get a large cheeseburger pizza,” Levi told him. “Extra bacon.”

“What do you want?” Gage asked, looking at me.

“Meat lovers,” I said.

“I’ll order it, but tomorrow night is fight night, and we need food. Don’t fuck her all damn day.”

I was going to plant my fist in his fucking face if he didn’t shut the hell up.

“Can I ask how it was, or will that get me killed?” Levi backed up a few steps after he said it.

“No,” I snarled and headed for the bar.

Levi turned on the Heat game and flopped down on the sofa. I finished one drink and poured another before going to my chair. Once Gage was done ordering, he sat down on the other side of the sofa.

Levi yelled at the television some. I never got into basketball, but Levi had always been a die-hard Miami Heat fan. No one discussed anything important, and when the pizza arrived, Trinity was still downstairs. I considered going to check on her but decided that would send mixed signals.

This wasn’t a relationship. We fucked. I wanted to do it more. A lot more. Possibly for many years. But no strings. No emotions.