Scorch (Black Inferno Book 4) by K.T. Fisher

kisses down my neck and onto my stomach. When he grabs my ankles, I’m left confused, until he pulls me down the length of the bed. Squealing, Booker then lifts me back up, both of us now naked, and I feel his cock this time with nothing between us and I moan. His cock twitches against me, and it feels divine.
    “I bet you’re so wet I can slide right inside, aren’t you, baby?” he asks, kissing my neck.
    “Yes.” I sigh.
    Booker then pulls me off the bed and places my back to the wall, looking me in the eyes as his fat and hard cock slides inside of me. My head hits the wall, and my eyes roll.
    “Look at me,” Booker demands. “I want to see your eyes while I’m inside you.”
    It’s a struggle, but I manage to lift my head back up and look at him. I feel like I melt inside as his cock slips in and out, hitting me deep and causing me to moan so loud. “Oh God!”
    This is how we always had sex. Booker loves to hold me and slam me against walls, but he wasn’t able to do that while he was told to not drum. He couldn’t lift me if he couldn’t play! Plus, we haven’t been having sex a lot recently, and that’s because I’ve tried to keep distant.
    Booker is my weakness, and I feel as if I’m falling in love with him, and that’s not a recent development. Booker had my heart even when I was with Troy. Guess that’s no surprise, seeing as though Troy never had it in the first place. I thought that I loved Troy when I first met him, but when I started to fall for Booker, I knew that I’d been totally wrong about Troy.
    Booker’s cock slamming into me breaks me from my thoughts. He continues to bring me closer to the edge. “Book,” I moan, quivering from his touch.
    With a growl, Booker takes me away from the wall and carries me back to the bed. Lying me gently down, he wraps my legs around his shoulders and sinks himself deep. My passionate sighs become louder and they spur him on.
    “I’m gonna come,” I scream, and Booker almost growls.
    “Come,” he orders, fucking me faster.
    Just before Booker comes to his own release, I shudder through my own. He then hovers above me, raining kisses on my face until he rolls to my side.
     

     
    Booker eventually got up and made us something to eat, and we sat side by side completely naked eating on the bed. When I’m satisfied and full, I lay back down and Booker joins me. Rolling into his outstretched arm, I snuggle into him.
    “I wish we could do this every day.” I sigh sleepily.
    “We can,” he replies. “We can tell everyone about us.”
    “And what will we tell them?” I ask. “We aren’t even a couple.”
    Booker then looks to me. “We can be.”
    Shivers break out everywhere. “What are you saying?”
    “We can be a couple. You and me…” he explains, “…we should be together Crystal. I want you, and I’m sick of keeping us a secret.”
    “What about Tate?” I ask.
    “He’ll be pissed, but only because we’ve been sneaking around,” Booker answers.
    “But what if we make everyone feel awkward?” I ask again. “What if we have a fight and cause arguments?”
    “It’s only the same as when Mason or Cole fight with the girls,” Booker simply points out. “Why would it be any different with us?”
    “I don’t know,” I answer sadly, and Booker pulls away from me, sitting up and I feel like shit. “I’m sorry.”
    “What for?” he asks. “You don’t want to be together, that’s fine. We should stop whatever the fuck we’re doing now.”
    My heart drops. “I don’t want that.”
    He turns around to face me, naked as the day he was born, and it’s quite hard to take him seriously. “Then what the fuck do you want?”
    “I want you…” I answer, tears beginning to fall from my eyes, “…but I’m terrified.”
    “Of what?” he asks, looking angry.
    “I need to go.” I begin to gather my clothes.
    Booker watches me as I dress, I try to stop myself from crying, but it’s hard.
    “I’ll drive you,”