Bang by Ruby McNally

her wrists away. Mari’s mouth drops open in surprise. “Do you want to be here, though?” he asks, jiggling her lightly. The shot of adrenaline he just got is making him bold. “Here, with me, right now?”
    Mari nods, then swallows and nods again. “I—yes. Yes.” Her hips open against him the slightest bit. “Of course I do.”
    â€œJust tonight?” Jackson presses. The weight of her in his lap is distracting, heavy and hot. “Or more than that?”
    â€œMore.” She’s just letting him hold her there now, her wrists gone slack. “More.”
    Jackson licks his lips, finally cluing in to the fact that she’s paying less attention to his words than his hands. Slowly, he pulls her arms up over her head. Mari lets him yank until her elbows are locked, completely docile.
    Jackson watches her. “Is this it?” he asks quietly. He’s so hard he’s aching. “Is this what you like?”
    Mari swallows again, sharp enough that Jackson sees her throat move. Then she nods.
    Fuck. Jack feels his cock twitch dangerously, so violent he knows she must be able to feel it too. “Yeah?” He can’t entirely keep the wonder out of his voice. It feels like a total surprise but also something he knew about her somehow, something he sensed before they started doing this. “You gonna let me do this to you?”
    â€œYes,” Mari says, gasping as Jack flips her over, pressing her wrists down into the pillow. The bed hits the wall with a noisy thunk, and both of them wince. “Please,” she says again, tipping her face up so he’ll kiss her. “I want, I want—”
    The rest of it gets muffled with his mouth on hers and Jackson is sorry even as he’s biting at the soft edges of her tongue—wants to know everything she’s thinking, wants to open her head up and walk around inside until he’s sussed out every secret she’s kept since the first day they were partners. Her knees open up wide so he’ll rock. Jack grinds himself against her, gathering both wrists into one hand and reaching for the button on her jeans even as he’s realizing they’re right back where they were a week ago in the motel room, no condom and nowhere to go.
    Mari’s realizing too. “I don’t,” she starts, then breaks off in frustration, pushing her hot self up at him as he pulls down her zipper. The bones of her wrists grind together in his grip. “Shit. We are not smart about this.”
    â€œDumb cops,” Jackson agrees, sliding his hand into her jeans. She’s so hot it nearly kills him, what feels like a cotton thong gone tissue-thin and damp. He squeezes before he can completely think it through. Mari gasps.
    For a second, Jackson looks at her.
    Then he pushes her wrists back into the pillow with one hand and squeezes between her legs again with his other. Hard.
    â€œFuck,” Mari whines, bucking under his hold. He’s got her pinned in two places now, above and below. “Oh, Jackson, fuck.” She sounds shocked.
    â€œMine?” he asks, squeezing again. He can feel her heartbeat under his palm, his fingers biting deep into soft skin. Then, so softly, “This mine?”
    Mari’s teeth are chattering. “Jackson,” she repeats, twisting in his grip. “Fuck, fuck, Jackson.”
    Jack feels like the top of his head is about to come off. He can’t believe this is what she actually—that she’s letting him— “Gotta tell me,” he commands, tightening both of his holds. His cock is leaking in his pants. “Gotta let me know.”
    â€œYes,” Mari spits, tossing her head against the pillow, short dark hair tangling into a crazy halo. “Yours, yours, wanna be all…” Then, “Oh God, Jack, I’m—”
    Jackson feels the pulse under his hand before he fully understands what she’s trying to tell him,