Chapter 24 Convict When I'd been in the hospital, a medic of some kind had come to my room to talk about addiction. She gave me paperwork and spoke like I was already a junkie on the edge, though she'd admitted my test results were clean. At the time, I'd let it go. Now? Lying here with a naked Mila clinging to me like a fix, I got it. They were right. I was a fucking addict. Just not the kind they'd meant. Dawn had long cast the room in pale light, enough to see her by. The bandanna had fallen away so her pretty face was mine to itemise. The curve of her cheek. The bow of her lips. Carefully, I rolled her onto her back and folded the quilt to the bottom of the bed, giving me free roam over her body. She was so fucking perfect. All curves and dips that had my mouth watering. And my dick hard. I palmed it and stroked myself, focusing on the head. She'd been scared of me fucking her but also excited by it. I'd work out why soon. Right now, I needed more of her. We'd barely started to explore. I knelt next to her and stooped to press a featherlight kiss between her tits, peering at her face for any sign she was waking. Mila slept on, a goddess outlined in soft light. I'd exhausted her. Good. With my tongue, I drew a line up her ribs and around her nipple, then blew on it. It hardened to a peak as if knowing I needed to suck. Gently, I enclosed it in my mouth, not stopping my hand at my dick. I went slow. No point in coming before I was ready and I'd had my fill of her. If that was even possible. Keeping the pressure light, I sucked her nipple, loving the feel of it in my mouth. I slid my tongue over it and onto the curve of her breast then back up to the tip. She hardened further. It sent a buzz through me. Even in her sleep, my woman responded to my actions. I pulled away and gazed down at what I'd done, then climbed from the bed and rounded to the other side. Mila's bedroom was neat and tidy, like the rest of her place. All polished floorboards and white furniture. Gauzy curtains that did little to keep out the dawn. All the better for me to see her by. Settled once again, I repeated my attentions to her other side until both nipples stood tall for me. "Good girl," I muttered and knelt up to lean over her chest. Her tits would be the death of me. They were round and bouncy. More than a handful and mine to play with for twenty-nine more days. What a fucking gift. The end of my dick was wet with pre-cum, so I touched it to the nearest nipple, my heart thumping. She stirred in her sleep, her fingers flexing. Her eyelids fluttered as if a dream affected her, maybe about sex. I inched back and waited, cooling myself. This was too much fun to stop. I'd fuck her again in the morning, but until then, I wanted her to wake up sorer than she expected. When Mila's breathing slowed once more, I ran my teeth over my lip and gazed down at her. In my fist, I was rock-hard. Did I jerk off like a teenager? Or slide inside her and wake her with a moan? Mouth, cunt, ass, too many options and no bad ones. Waking her felt like it would end the play. Decisions, decisions. It was always a game. I was already two points up with playing with her tits. How else could I score? I'd been fascinated at first sight, and now she was mine, I'd do anything and everything I wanted with her and to her. But that was for when she was awake. My immediate need was to get inside her again, and to be in there for as long as I could without her knowing. If she woke, she won. If I came in her tight pussy first, I did. No losers either way. I considered her position. Flat on her back, the angle was no good for what I wanted. Had to move her. The best way would be fast. Lying alongside her, I pulled her into my arms and rolled us both so she was on her front. My pulse skipped as I waited for her to settle. She mumbled something and hugged my arm, her breathing quickly regulating once more. For a long minute, I just held her. This, I liked as well. The feel of her in my arms did something strange to my heart. I wondered how much I'd been hugged before my accident. Something told me it wasn't enough. I snuggled in and inhaled the scent of her hair. It only made me harder, and my dick throbbed against her ass. Slow and steady won the race. I withdrew my arm from beneath her, ensuring she was comfortable with her head turned on the pillow. I couldn't play with her tits any more, but her ass was right there for me to admire. Another wave of lust sank through me. I stifled a groan and beat my dick a couple of times to the sight. Damn, that was sexy. Not just her pert backside, but the gleam of her pussy in the light. She was wet for me. Wet from my playing with her. Needy little woman, even in her sleep. And that just earned me one more point. I shifted her knee out slightly to give me the perfect angle to take my dick to her entrance. With my actions slow and my weight off her, I dragged my cockhead up and down her, getting it soaked. My balls tightened to almost painful with the need to come. Mila took a breath, like she was warning me not to push my luck. Too bad I had none left to shove. I watched her. She didn't move, but I'd disturbed her. Fuck. It nearly killed me to hold still for the length of time it took to be sure she went back under. A lesson in what I needed to do next. Almost certainly, if I pushed inside her, it would all be over. I wasn't ready to lose. New game rule: coming at the same time as her waking counted as a win. Sitting up, I gripped my dick and jerked it, staring at her pussy, then I pressed her cheek to expose her asshole. My dick thickened. I fucked my fist harder. Both holes would be mine as well as her mouth and her tits. Every part of Mila was mine to play with. Her words from earlier returned. She'd claimed the same rights. If I woke up with her riding me, I'd probably have a heart attack. That final thought unexpectedly tipped me over the edge. Fever rushed, and I came onto her ass and pussy. Ropes of cum spilled onto her, and at last, I thrust inside her, finishing the job where I wanted to be. Mila moaned, waking. I set my forehead to the back of her shoulder, shuddering with my release. She reached back and touched my dick where it spread her open. "You made a mess," she said sleepily, need lacing her tone. Then she bucked against me, sliding up and down my length. I wet two fingers in the cum then delivered it to her lips, my single word a breathless rush. "Suck." Mila's mouth opened, and she did as I ordered, her hot tongue caressing my fingers and taking my cum into her throat. She groaned and moved her fingers to her clit, rubbing in hard circles until she too tightened and fell into release, my happy dick absorbing every one of her throbs. I sank down onto her, heavy with sleep and deep happiness. I was spent. Not just from the orgasms but from how she surprised me at every turn. We were going to have so much fun together. Both awake and asleep. End score? Convict: 1, Mila: 1, also. Some hours later, I woke again, energised and refreshed. Now I was pretty much healed from my injuries, I figured I didn't need much sleep. Mila was still out cold. I'd wake her in the best way, but first, I had a call to make. Climbing out of bed, I found my boxers on the floor, tugged them on, then left the now-bright bedroom. In the living room, I collected my phone from the table where I'd left it. Two messages already waited. Both from Shade and one an audio clip. Shade: The recording from the office earlier. Exactly what I was going to ask him for. I played the file on low, holding it up to my ear. Mila's brother was talking. "Ye said you thought I was dead. I assumed the same. The man who fucking caught me, Salter, jeered about you being in the hands of the skeleton crew. Now that gang is somehow in your corner. What happened?" "Salter said that he'd kill you if I didn't obey him." "That why you're with this arsehole now?" "Convict? It's more complicated than that. I already knew him." Kane made a sound of disgust. "Don't tell me ye trust him." She didn't answer. Why the fuck didn't we have a camera in the room so I could see her expression? He continued. "Seriously. These men are criminals. You're biting off more than you can chew if you're getting involved with them. Don't do it on my behalf." She made an off noise. "Funny way to say thank you for saving your ass." That's what I'd wanted to hear. The sibling irritation in her tone. Though I believed their relationship, I was also acutely aware that I'd fucked up badly enough in my previous life to have wound up with a head injury and a tentative place in my crew. I needed to be smart. "I'm not grateful. I would've got out by myself, and ye should've left me to find a way. No point two of us getting fucked over," he grouched back. She sighed. "I should never have asked you to help in the first place. It's made me realise that we were never enough on our own. I underestimated what could happen. That's on me." He scoffed. "On you. Heard from your darling grandmother recently?" "She's your grandmother as well. Don't be a dick." Kane said something I couldn't hear, then the audio clip ended. While we'd waited in the hall, they hadn't talked for long. This was why. There wasn't much to say. Mila had read the situation and made her decision. Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the Findnøvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. She'd chosen me. I didn't care that it was only because of what I could offer her. Weren't all relationships the same that way? I couldn't stop the burst of happiness it gave. I replied to Shade with a thanks for sending it. He'd be sleeping now, I guessed, as any good night dweller should. From Mila's kitchen, I fetched a glass of water then returned to the bedroom, snagging my hospital bag on the way. In her window with a view out over the sunlit city, I took my antibiotics and watched the traffic queueing below. I followed the street to a church spire in the distance which cut across the bright line of Deadwater River. In broad daylight, it was so different to the shadowed city I knew. From up here in Mila's pristine perch, all the grime and dark underbelly of Deadwater was kept at bay. She was safe and protected. I liked that for her. I tossed the packet back in the bag. The paperwork inside caught my attention. My address was at the top of the first sheet: 14B Hazard Place. The payslip Manny had printed for me was below, and I flipped it over to show the alternative: 212 Linnet Road. Both addresses meant nothing. Like someone else's life scribbled on my file. What kind of man lived in two places and left no trace behind? It bothered me how I didn't remember shit about either of those homes, especially after last night when Mila had laid out a whole life and history. In exchange, I had nothing. What if I had family living in one of those homes? A strange feeling took over my gut. My crew had searched for me and had been told I was dead. If my family had done the same, I was clueless, but maybe they missed me, too. Maybe someone else out there, a mother, a sister, anyone, gave a fuck and would have something to say that would help fill the gaps in my mind. I climbed back into bed and pulled Mila into my arms. This time, I didn't pretend it was about her. I needed the hug more than she did.