Claim (Fury Brothers #5)

I gripped her waist and worked her up and down.

Dammit. She was so tight. All of me ached for her—gut, cock, balls. I wanted to slam her down, but I tried to keep a grip on my control. I reached up and pulled the tie from her hair, and the brown locks fell around her shoulders.

Soon, she was rocking into me, meeting my thrusts.

“Yes.” She rocked down on my thighs. “Beau.”

I reached around and found her slick clit again. I rubbed it firmly.

She made a choked sound. “I think I’m—”

She came hard again, her pussy milking me. Her body shook.

“So damn sexy.” I thrust my hips up, my control shot. I slammed up, filling her. “Fuck, my cock likes being inside you, Bell.”

I came, growling her name.

Everything blurred until there was just a rush of hard, hot pleasure.

She collapsed back against me. My cock was still inside her, and she was all soft and slick in my arms.

“My good, sexy girl.” I kissed her neck. I wanted to kiss her lips.

But that was against the rules.

She let out a satisfied sigh. “Is it okay if I use your shower?”

“No.”

She blinked and looked back. “Why?”

I turned her face and gripped her chin. “Because I’m not done with you yet.”

Shifting, I pushed her flat on her back on the bed. A smile bloomed on her lips, and her gaze traced over the tattoos on my chest. “Oh, well, okay.”

I wokeup to light seeping around the curtains.

Thank fuck the rain had passed. It had hammered down most of the night. I smoothed a hand over the small bed, searching for Bell’s slim, toned body.

She’d been a revelation.

Sweet and sexy.

Shy but bold and hungry.

A breath of fresh air. I hadn’t felt this turned on, hadn’t wanted someone this much, in a long time.

The bed was empty, the sheets cool.

I sat up.

“Dammit.” I was alone in the bed.

I glanced around the room. The bathroom door was ajar, and it was empty. I knew she was gone.

Her clothes were gone. Her backpack was gone.

“Damn.” I slapped a hand down on the pillows, and heard the crinkle of paper.