Toxic

by A. C. Bextor

  Toxic

  Lights of Peril

  Book Three

  A.C. Bextor

  Copyright © 2014 A.C. Bextor

  All rights reserved. Except for use in any review, the reproduction or utilization of this work in whole or in part in any form by any electronic, mechanical, or other means, now known or hereafter invented, including xerography, photocopying, and recording, or in any information storage or retrieval system, is forbidden without the written permission of the author.

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

  Published in the United States of America.

  Dedication:

  This book is dedicated to the readers.

  I’ve been encouraged by your generosity, friendship, and willingness to open your literary lives and share it with Shame, Hem, Mace, and Sadey.

  Your response to this series has been overwhelming to say the very least. Because of the numerous requests I’ve received, I’ve put together a compilation of memories, those that Shame remembers.

  By far, this was the most enjoyable book to write. Thank you for reading.

  Acknowledgements:

  Paul and Dallace: My world revolves around you both. Thank you for understanding when I needed silence and solitude while finishing this series. No way could I have ever done it without you.

  Mom and Dad: I love you both. Thanks for raising me – old school. Hard work, loyalty, and dedication is what made this a success and that was taught from the beginning. Kyle and I make fun of your parenting techniques constantly, but we appreciate it now that we’re older.

  Kyle and Amy: Thank you for being proud of me and sharing this journey.

  Cathy and Shannan: My life’s first friends. It means so much to me that you shared this with me from the beginning. I love that I helped bring you the world of books written with angst, heartache, and drama. I only wish I had done that earlier – so many books, so little time. Shan, Hawk and Tack are still mine – stop with your home wrecking routine. We are happy, damn it. Valerie: Again, you’re here. Thanks for getting in my ass about my characters. Thirty four years of being my best friend I never really saw you pissed off about much, but your face at dinner when you told me that what I did to Hem was wrong – it was priceless.

  J: I just love that I was able to taunt you endlessly, every day, while I was finishing this. It kept me laughing the

  entire time. Drunk-with-power. I love your face so damn much.

  Beta Readers: Jennifer Smith, Sam Price, Samantha Walker, Chris Kovacich, Allie Kruger, and Amy Wells. I had a lot of concerns going into this book and I could probably list something specific that each of you gave me jabs for during your reading process. Many things I changed, some I didn’t, but what a testament to your mad beta skills that you found things throughout that you saw ‘differently’. I’ve always believed that I would never want to be a good beta reader – too much work! So the fact that people like you excel at it, made this book a heck of a lot easier! Thank you.

  Proofreaders: Sandi Howard and Alesha Newby. Thanks for picking apart after both my editor and I went through it. It’s a daunting process and I appreciate you taking the time to do it with me.

  Amy and Alesha: You’re work on this project goes farther than any specific position. You’re encouragement, light hearted humor, and support pushed me – even after all your mean red pen mark ups! J.W. forever. (Like how I just threw that in there and you’re powerless to stop it?)

  Dana Hook: Most of the time I’m so glad I met you. There were times, during this book, I felt as if you were pushing me into oncoming traffic trying to get me out of my comfort level. During those times I can assure you that your name was cursed. I don’t remember ever meeting someone who I wanted to laugh with but physically strangle at the same time. Truth! Thank you for finding me and for the friendship you offer.

  Carrie S.: Thank you for pushing me into technology while I tried to continue dragging my feet. I know it needs to be done, but would have taken my time and eased my way into it had you not been pro-active with your gifts of knowledge. You’re so damn good at what you do for others! Thanks for pressuring me into the BDB, too. Not one of you… yet.

  Editing: Mary-Nancy Smith of http://mary-nancyseagleeyeediting.com

  Cover Designer: Melody Simmons of ebookkindiecovers.com

  Vicki Curtis: I’ve never seen such a collection of beautiful pictures. Thank you so much for the use of these during this process. It was so greatly appreciated.

  Bloggers: Dana - Madam Hooks Book Blog, Carrie - Book Consumed Diva, Lisa and Jennifer - Three Chicks and Their Books, Tracy - Ramblings from Beneath the Sheets, Danielle - Mean Girls Luv Books, Diane - Read with Diane.blogspot.com, and Candi -Eskimo Princess Book Reviews. In no way do I say this lightly. The help, encouragement, and kindness each of you gave me during the release of both books two and three was extraordinary. It wasn’t your place to help me figure out what to do ‘next’, but every question I asked or decision I had second guessed, you helped without asking anything in return. You’re all friggin awesome. You should just know that.

  Table of Contents

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Epilogue

  Prologue

  “Because, when I was very young, very foolish, and very much alone ... you paid attention to me and, without seeming to, you opened for me the door to everything I love in the world.”

  -Albert Camus

  “Baby, you gonna become my wife today?”

  Tonight is Mace’s last night as a single woman. Tomorrow is our wedding day. I’m making her mine, finally and officially. Thank fuck.

  After my “implied” proposal to her five months ago, the plans are set, and we’re ready. I want two more sons added to our family and, being the pain in the ass that she can be, she won’t submit to any more additions until we’re married.

  My girl has me in body and soul, and it’s not enough without that damn signed piece of paper. Fine, I’m willing to do whatever it takes to make a family with her. If this is what she wants, then by God, this is what she’s going to get. For as long as I’ve known her, that’s how it’s always been.

  My son, Ryder, is ten months old. In all my life, no one could have convinced me that by having a child, you were forced to understand that your heart is now living outside your body. It’s the truest cliché I’ve ever felt. The need to protect him from the worlds ugly has taken my protective nature to a whole new and ridiculous level. Mace never thought that possible, until now.

  All that said, I don’t hesitate to refer to my son as my own personal ‘cock block’. One day, he and I will talk, and I will explain the important shit to him. You don’t cry in the middle of the night needing your mother’s attention when your father has her pinned down long enough to get his cock wet ins
ide her. No, this isn’t ‘biker code,’ my son will learn ‘guy code’.

  Mace has him so God damned spoiled. He gets to lay on her chest more than I do now, and I don’t like it. Not. One. Bit. She’s a great mother¸ I won’t deny that, but when I want to sink myself into my woman I don’t appreciate having to wait or deal with distractions from anyone, which includes my own son. She was mine first and even although that makes me a selfish bastard, so be it.

  Mace stops shifting her body up and down on top of mine in response to my question. Bending forward, she licks the piercing on my bottom lip before devouring my mouth, using her tongue to keep me hot for her. Her effort is futile, seeing how I’m always burning for her.

  Then the wench sits up and checks the clock.

  What the hell is it with women and their need to verify everything out of their man’s mouth, even the God damn time?

  Once she catches her breath and sees that I’m actually right and not full of shit, she answers. “I guess it’s past midnight now, huh? Are you ready for this today, honey?”

  No. Not quite ready.

  “If you keep ridin’ me like you are, I will be. Just don’t stop ‘til I’m done. I’d hate to have you walk down the aisle with a very pink and sore ass.” I grip her hips and start to move her as a way of telling her that my question was rhetorical and didn’t require an actual answer.

  I sit up, bringing her body closer to mine, allowing me to suck on the flesh of her chest. Fuck, Mace has perfect tits. Even after giving birth to our child who used her body as his own castle last year, making me share with him for eight point five months. The scars and marks she bares merely add character to her beauty.

  Again, though, my son will learn that his dad doesn’t like to share.

  Her reaction to my oral ministration is typical. I know how to drive my girl’s body to the brink, and I’m thankful she loves sex as hard and as rough as I do.

  “Shame, honey, harder.” Now her sassy mouth starts.

  “Roll over, Mace. This isn’t your fuckin’ show.” Without hesitation, she rolls over on all fours with vigor. “Look at me, baby.”

  I like to watch her face while I’m fucking her. After I give her a smack to the ass, I lean down to run my tongue up her back. As I do this, I feel her hold tight to my dick in effort to maintain her control over me.

  Fuck that.

  “Woman, you done? Are you done trying to top me?” No response, so I continue my torment. “Tell me you’re mine, you love me, and it’s only my cock you cum on or you won’t be satisfied when I’m done here.”

  She stalls her movement against me and turns her face to be sure I can hear her resistance. “No.”

  Oh, here we go. Is she fuckin’ kidding me with this? Even on the last night with her own name she wants to fuck with me.

  I stop, draw out of her slowly, and then wait in silence from behind her so she can rethink her vulnerable position. She’ll give in. She always does when I refuse to give her what she wants. This is her act of baiting and, sorry for her, I caught on to this shit years ago.

  She continues to be motionless, letting seconds pass until she can’t stand the silence anymore. In her annoyed tone she answers. “Shame, knock it off. You’re gonna finish having me. We both know it. Stop with the power play and get to it. We don’t have all night.”

  ‘Get to it?’ Christ, she has to be baiting me with this shit.

  First: Yes, she’s right. I’m going to finish ‘having’ her. However, this doesn’t mean I will allow 'her' to finish, but 'I' sure as hell will. We’ve had these discussions on several occasions, and I’m not afraid to leave her here to polish herself off. Apparently, she’s a slow learner.

  Second: This isn’t a power play, and she fuckin’ knows it. She’s asking me for something without using the brutal words. I know she’s so fuckin’ turned on right now that one hit from me in the right spot will send her into oblivion.

  Third: We do have all night. Neither has anywhere to be until this evening, at the church, when I make her mine. Until then, she’s here for me to do with whatever I want.

  My girl is playin’ me – hard. I can play – harder.

  I’m willing to call her out on all counts. This situation is exactly what she’s hoping for, and since I’m in the mood, I’m going to grant her wish.

  I reach up, wrapping the back of her hair around my wrist and yank hard enough to send her a message. She’s going to do exactly what I tell her. She’s on her knees with her back to my front and she’s gripping the headboard so hard that her knuckles are turning white.

  “You want a power play, baby? I’m going to take that ass for making that assumption. Learn, baby, that here, in this room or any other bed, you have no power unless I give it to you, and that is never going to happen.”

  Mace loves when I give it to her like this. She’s told me this a million times, but it’s rare I indulge her. Instead, I use it as collateral when she does out play my ass, and I need to call it in as back up.

  Carefully I push into her, just slightly, trying to control my own movement and let her guide my entrance. I don’t want to hurt her, but she’s got me all worked up so if I’m not careful, I will.

  Fuck to all, she’s tight. “Push back, Mace. Push me in further.” I hear her start to moan and with the fear of waking Ryder and ruining my time or having me lose control right now, I put my hand over her mouth to stop her from getting vocal.

  “Shut the fuck up, woman. If you keep moanin’ I’m going to cum. You better either control your shit or catch up ‘cause, baby, I’m already close.”

  With my unforgiving words, she detonates. I can feel it even from where I’m pounding inside her. Each time we’re together, I get lost in her. She takes me to the edge of my sanity in these moments. I’m a lucky son of a bitch because, Jesus Christ, she’s fucking perfect and she’s mine.

  “Woman, tell me. I want to hear it. Tell me you love me.” I’m continuing my assault without regard if she’s about to use her words or not.

  Finally, she stills her body, relents to my demands, and whispers softly. “I love you, Shame.”

  I move my fingers gently across her clit, where I find her soaking in her own arousal. She already knows as a general rule that I’m a greedy son of a bitch, so the rest of this is for her. I want to make her lose control again and again for as long as I can hold my own pleasure at bay.

  “Give me more if you want this. I’m not working for this alone. Take it, sweetheart.”

  Her only response is the increase of her heavy breathing.

  My face is in her neck, and I’m watching her from the side. Her eyes roll, and her pink mouth is open as she loses herself to me again. The strained vein in her temple is her tell. “Go with me, sweetheart - together.” Her second orgasm is just as beautiful as the first. There is nothing sexier than a woman pushing back into you with force as she trusts you not to break her.

  After we finish, I get up to get a towel to clean me off of her. She’s sweating and flush again. This wasn’t the first time I took her today. However, this one having been a lot more physical and drawn out than this morning, when I locked a sleeping Ryder out of our bedroom, leaving him in his crib to dream while I went at his mom in the shower.

  Quite the doting father, I know.

  After I come back from the bathroom, I see she’s rolled onto her back, breathing heavy, and her arm is resting over her face.

  “Mace.” I’m nervous. I hope to fuck I haven’t hurt her. Admittedly, I get caught up in my own pleasure at times and lose focus on hers.

  I stare at her for a few more seconds, willing her to answer. As soon as she hears my nervous movements she releases her eyes to look at me from where she’s resting. I stand with a towel in my hand at the bathroom door. “Baby, nothing’s wrong. You didn’t hurt me. I’m good."

  There it is. There’s my girl. All her life I’ve been able to ask her if she was alright without having to ask her if she was alright. She knows wha
t my heart is questioning, and she gives in to my silent request for an answer every time.

  Walking to her, I move the towel, so it’s positioned in my hands. “Here, sweetheart, open your legs for me.”

  She does away with the sheet she’s got draped over her and spreads her legs wide for me with a damn smirk on her face. “Thank you.”

  “Thank you for what, sweetheart?” I’m the thankful son of a bitch.

  “Just thank you for loving me like you do. I’ve always imagined us being this happy together, and we are. You make me happy. I’m excited for today.”

  With her sweetness for me on display, I lean down and kiss her thigh. I can still smell her arousal as she starts to moan and move above me.

  Once I’ve finished cleaning her I linger there a bit longer enjoying her scent. Then start to lick at her core, running my tongue up and down in way of asking if she’s sated. She’s running her hands through my hair and staring down as she watches me. I know that look in her eyes. Her sexual greed matches mine at times. Although, I’m much more vocal about getting her to do what I want.

  Once she starts moving her hips to my tongue's rhythm, I know she wants round three of this tonight, so I finish her with my tongue. Damn my woman is a siren for sex.

  After I’ve finished cleaning her again, I look up and see she’s about to sleep. I move into her, shifting her body, so her back is secured to my front. I’m not exactly known as the ‘spooner’ in this relationship, but when I’m with her in these moments I never tire of holding her.

  I’m physically spent from loving on my woman, but my mind is alert with racing thoughts. I’m getting married today. I’m marrying Mace, the girl I’ve always loved. Although I’m elated for this, I’m also scared to death that eventually I will fuck this up.

  Chapter One