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Knight Pendleton looked really good in the regulation orange. Rhys had known she would the moment he saw her in the tight Vault suit. And besides, since he’d cut the skintight blue off her last time they’d…rendezvoused…she’d clearly taken his advice to heart.
“I can’t believe Danse sent me on a mission with you,” she complained, scanning the room they’d just cleared.
“Look, I’m not thrilled either,” Rhys growled.
“Given how I ended up last time we met, I doubt that somehow,” Nora shot back.
“Why, you think I have to like you at all to get you naked and writhing?” Rhys demanded. Nora’s breath caught. He could hear the sharp intake of breath from where he stood and fought down a smirk.
“You’re right, how could I have been so stupid?” she muttered, kicking a feral corpse aside.
“You’re the one who cut my suit up first,” Rhys pointed out. “I just repaid the favour. By your damn logic, Pendleton, you should be the one who likes me.”
“You pinned me to a wall before any of that.”
There were plenty of walls nearby. Rhys tried hard not to imagine stripping her off and fucking her against one of them.
“You wanna bellyache about how we ended up fucking?” he asked. “Because we need to set up a place to sleep before it gets dark.”
Pendleton’s face was flushed when he looked over at her. She jerked her head away, crossing the room to the next door and pushing it open.
“This one’s clear,” she called. “There’s tables we can turn over and sleep behind, and we can put a tripwire by the door.”
“What’s it attached to?” he asked, checking the hallway behind him before wandering over.
“A gun,” she replied, setting her pack down. Rhys pushed two tables on their sides and arranged the rest of the clutter in the room around the surfaces to shield them. By the time he’d finished that, he was warm, and Pendleton had set up two gun traps, one outside the door and one facing it. If anyone tried to disturb them, it would be loud and messy.
“Nice work,” he grunted.
“Is that a compliment, from you?” she drawled. “Wonders will never cease.”
“Don’t get too confident,” he warned. “I’m still grading your setup here.”
“I think I need to remind you that you don’t have rank to pull over me, Rhys,” Nora shot back. “We’re both Knights.”
“If I tell Top that your guidance skills were lacking, he might not send us out again,” he pointed out. “Nothing to say?”
“I’m just shocked something smart came out of your mouth.”
“You didn’t mind my mouth so much the other day, Pendleton,” he retorted. Her eyes widened, and she looked away. He was reminded of the way she tasted and his cock throbbed. “That’s what I thought.”
“Only because it shut you up,” she muttered.
“So all the squirming and whimpering, that was just shutting me up too?” Rhys asked. Nora swallowed, running a hand through her hair. “You know this isn’t a game you can, win, right? Your face is burning hot. You’re probably wet already. Just admit you’re hoping I’m gonna pin you to the wall again, Pendleton. It’ll get you naked quicker.”
“You…we…there’s…the defenses…”
“You didn’t need my approval last time.”
“You want me to pull a knife on you again?” she threatened. He felt his cock throb again.
“Do you wanna pull a knife on me again?”
“Only because I want to stab you.”
“Try me.”
He watched her unzip her suit and pull the switchblade out of her bra. She didn’t leave him long to prepare, lunging at him. He easily snatched her wrist and squeezed until she dropped the blade, and then he twisted her arm behind her back and dragged her body against his.
“Really?” he sighed. Her elbow hit his solar plexus and he staggered back, winded. Nora slipped from his grasp and ducked, her leg sweeping out. His feet were knocked from the ground and he fell, landing heavily on the wood. Pendleton straddled him, knife in hand once more. Unperturbed, he reached up and dragged the zip of her suit down to her belly. The tip of the blade pressed to his throat.
“Really,” she panted, seated on his cock. Rhys knocked the weapon from her hand and threw himself forward, pinning Pendleton beneath him with his hips and hands. The woman let out a whimper and he rolled his body into hers to make her do that again. She did so, and her mouth found his.
“Interesting foreplay,” Rhys mumbled around her flustered kisses. He gripped her suit, his hips still grinding against hers. She wriggled, but he worked with her movements to get the suit down to her knees. Her arms free, she helped him get her bra off and then grabbed the back of his neck to pull him in for another kiss whilst he slid her panties down to join the orange suit, which was quickly falling to her calves.
“I have bad taste,” she panted. Rhys nipped her lip and turned his attention to her neck, struggling to pull off his gloves as he left a large bite just above her shoulder.
“Taste fine to me,” he grunted, kissing her collarbone wetly. Nora’s fingers found the collar of his suit and gripped it.
“I hate you,” she muttered. Rhys grinned, just before his lips fastened around her nipple. Nora’s gasp filled the room, and she whined when his bare hand teased at her lips.
“Still pretty wet though,” he told her, and nibbled gently at the curve of her breast. His fingers stroked her clit. Her hips bucked. “Ask me what you want.”
“Fuck you.”
“I was gonna go down.”
“…Rhys…”
“Ask me nicely, Knight.”
“No.”
“Fine.”
He gripped her hips, and began to roll her over. Nora’s foot shot out to keep her from moving. Rhys’ brow rose.
“Ask,” he told her.
“Eat. Me.” It was a demand.
“Nicely.”
“Eat me. Please.”
“Man, no stammering or anything,” Rhys praised, and ducked his head, his tongue running over her nipple. “But you can’t ask nicely for shit, Pendleton.”
“You’re the one making assumptions about nnnfuck.”
He exposed her clit and sucked on it gently. Nora clapped a hand over her mouth, her fingers gripping his collar like her life depended on it. Rhys savoured the taste of her as his tongue made a broad swipe over the nub. He felt her legs push against him, but he kept them pinned beneath him, kissing her sex.
He let two fingers slip into her and felt her tense beneath him, his name dropping from her lips along with a curse. A soft, constant panting filled the air, followed by a whimper. Rhys pulled away from her, and let his fingers fuck her roughly to quell her protests.
“Didn’t say I’d make you cum,” he told her, and then he pulled his hand away and rolled her onto her belly before she could stop him.
“You’re an ass,” she breathed. Rhys admired the curve of her rear as he unzipped his suit with one hand, the other partially in his mouth as he licked his fingers clean. He worked his suit down to his thighs, eyes roaming Pendleton’s back, and pulled his boxers down. His cock popped free.
“And yet, here you are,” he slid his fingers over her clit and Nora almost squeaked, “letting me fuck you, again.”
“I have bad taste,” she reminded him, panting and stammering the whole way through. He grinned, and slipped his cock inside her. He let his hand stroke her clit to relax her, hearing her curse him again.
“That’s it, Pendleton,” he grunted. “Convince me how much you hate me.”
His hips smacked against her ass when he started to fuck her. He wasn’t interested in playing nice either. One hand grasped her rear as he drove into her, groaning as her walls caressed his cock. Fuck, he’d missed this.
She reached a hand back and managed to scratch him. Rhys grabbed her wrist and pulled both arms behind her, gathering her wrists in one hand. Nora bowed, her thighs parting wider as his fingers kept rubbing her clit.
“Can you…imagine,” Rhys panted, “if I hadn’t just…cut to the chase?”
She whimpered. He circled his hips and watched a shiver run through her. So he did it again. This time, he got a gasp from her.
“We’d still…be arguing,” he continued. “Isn’t this better?”
“Fuck you,” was all she gasped out. He laughed, driving deep into her. Her head pressed against the floor, and he could just about see her eyes as she turned to try and look at him.
“You’ll hurt your neck,” Rhys told her. “Explain that…to Cade, huh?”
He leaned over her, his teeth finding her neck. Nora’s eyes closed, and her thighs shook.
“That’s it, Knight,” he said. “That’s it. I…like playing games…but this is…it’s better. Don’t pretend.”
Nora bucked, working herself along his shaft. He kissed the back of her neck and groaned as her walls tightened.
“C’mon,” he growled. Nora’s hips ground against his, and he did that little motion again and felt her thighs clamp tight around his.
“Rhys!”
“Gonna cum?” he panted. A litany of ‘fuck you’s escaped the other Knight, and she squirmed in his grip as his fingers kept rubbing and teasing her nub. His teeth dug into her neck and Nora moaned, tightening around him again. His tongue soothed the bite marks. He could feel her trying to close her legs.
“Hate you,” she told him, stammering. He laughed softly into her ear, grinding and circling his hips until her whole body was shaking.
“Uh-huh,” he breathed, nipping her. A strangled moan escaped her. “Let it go, Pendleton.”
She squeezed his cock hard as her body writhed. The noises that escaped her made him twitch, and he knew he wasn’t going to last long. He could hear his name being repeated as her orgasm ripped her strength from her, and soon his grip on her wrists was all that kept her from falling to the floor.
“Want me…to…pull out?” he asked breathlessly. Words failed her, but she managed to shake her head. Rhys grinned.
“You into that?”
“Fuck you.”
He bore his weight down on her as he released her hands and gripped her hips, anchoring her in place. Nora whimpered beneath him as he felt his balls tensing. A sharp wave of pleasure rolled over him, cock spurting into her. It was gone almost as soon as it had arrived, and he panted, riding out the aftershocks until he had to stop. He rolled onto his side, cock still buried in her as he drew her against his chest.
“Romantic,” she panted. He ignored the quip, feeling her dripping.
“Messy,” he muttered.
“Shh.”
She slipped him out of her, pulling her panties up to catch the mess leaking from her slit.
“We still aren’t friends,” she said after a moment. Rhys managed to shrug drowsily.
“S’long as the gun trap works,” he muttered.