Her face turned horrified before she righted it. This could be fun.
“Who does the laundry?”
“Bitches do laundry. Usually the bitches who helped get them dirty in the first place.”
That did it. “You’re disgusting!” She threw out a finger then squinted an eye before wobbling it in my direction.
“Wasn’t too disgusting for you before?”
While she considered that I was right, she began to fan her face. “It’s hot. I’m hot. Are you hot?”
“You gonna hurl on my clean sheets?”
“Not if I cool down.” Intent on just that, she kicked off her Nike’s and then fumbled with her sweater. The action was funny, like a bad sitcom, but cute at the same time. With the neck of her sweater stuck on her head, her ass hit the bed again.
“Can’t… get… free!” With a tug, her mane of mental curls released the hold the sweater had on her head.
“What’s that?”
“What?” She looked at me and saw I was looking at her T.
“It’s my pet friendly t-shirt.”
“We don’t eat pets. This isn’t China.”
“All animals could be someone’s pet,” she threw back definitely. As her chest heaved with drunken exertion, all I could focus on was the word ‘pussy’.
Her hands went for the button and zipper on her jeans and my cock stiffened at the unintentional strip show she was treating me to. “Mal, what you doin’?”
“Cooling off.”
“You’re in my room at the compound. When bitches remove their clothes in here, there’s only one way this shit is gonna end.”
“You’re crass. I don’t remember that side of you.” Her voice was muted and mumbled as she fumbled with her jeans. She’d only got one leg half off and the other was still two thirds trapped. As expected, she took a header towards the bed and this time, I caught her.
Her skin was warm under my palms and her lemony scent kicked my brain inside my skull like it was a football. “Fuck.”
“There’s that crass mouth again, Reef.”
“I bet you wouldn’t think it was crass if I ate you out with it.”
I looked at her face. I needed to see her reaction and was pleased as fuck when her eyes widened, and her pupils dilated, and it was nothing to do with booze. “I… I…” She stumbled for words.
“You want that?”
Her mouth flopped open and as soon as her tongue licked her lips, I thought to hell with it and launched for her. With my hands at her waist, I laid her down on the bed and removed her jeans, the words on her t-shirt still in my eye line, spurring me on until I had my lips attached to her pussy. Within seconds she was writhing underneath me, her fingernails scoring my scalp, moaning and urging me on.
My brain told me I had two choices, slow this down or fuck her fast and hard.
When my hips eased back on pinning her to the bed, she protested. “Get naked, Reef.”
Decision made.
My clothes were removed quickly while she still fumbled with the remainder of hers, so I all but ripped them from her. My body fell against hers, trapping her to the bed. It was like the heat of pure, carnal desire might weld us together.
Malia’s legs parted and when the head of my cock touched her center, it was smeared with her juices.
She was ready.
And like me, she was desperate for it.
I punched deeply inside her and saw her eyes roll back in their sockets as she hissed with pleasure.
“Eyes,” I growled, and was rewarded instantly with her obedience. They were no longer glossy and hard of focus. They were centered. On me. She was right here with me in this moment. “This is what I always knew we’d be like. Fucking chemistry off the charts and beyond any explanation.”
Malia groaned again and wrapped her legs around my middle, giving me the freedom to clasp her hands and connect us completely. I placed our joined hands either side of her head, our faces now only inches apart. The eye connection was intense and unbreakable.
“Reef,” she whimpered, a noise that connected directly with my dick. I was so hard it hurt, and no matter how many times or how hard I reared back and plunged forward, I didn’t feel close enough to her. Sweat began to trickle between my shoulder blades, down my temple, and beaded on my top lip, all effort she noticed, relished even, yet urging me to give her more.
I needed to come and soon. It felt like every part of my body was wired to a power supply. I released her hands and sat back on my haunches before grabbing her ankles and sitting her legs against my chest. With every hammer into her body, she screamed, making my balls tighten just a little bit more. “You there?”
“I’m there,” she panted back, and as soon as I felt her insides pinch my dick, I let it happen. I watched her and she watched me as she milked me dry.
It all felt out of control, frenzied.
I was out of control.
I was supposed to help her and then move on with my life, but each time we connected, I told myself that this was going to be impossible. I’d never be able to see that through. For all my actions, my brain had played me. It had proved time and time again, by telling me, showing me, that this was something different. We were so interconnected, so woven into each other’s emotions, that the longer I let this go on the further away my reality of letting her go seemed.
I was fucked…again.
This girl had broken me once and through no fault of her own this time, was going to succeed at doing it again.
I felt the need to withdraw, regroup. I had to get my head on straight. What had just happened between us signaled a crossroads and I wanted to make the decision, not fall into it.
“Sleep,” she mumbled and hunkered down, completely naked, exhausted, but comfortable with my dick still inside her. Thinking of that reminded me that I’d fucked her bare back again. That was the thing with her; she was so deep under my skin that normal rules flew out of the window. I pulled out of her and she mewled at the loss.
I heard Malia’s breath drop and even out. “Reef.”
“Yeah, babe?”
“Oh… Reef,” she repeated, her eyes still closed.
She was dreaming about me.
Me.
Not him.
Not anyone else.
Me.
I was the one she’d come to for help, and even though that did something to me, that she’d finally found her reason, I didn’t know if I’d be able to get over all the time she’d spent with him.
“Reef,” she moaned again and shifted her thighs together, causing my cock to stir again in response. One more night of throwing caution to the wind wouldn’t do any harm. I could realize another dream, sleep naked next to the first, and so far only, love of my life.
I crawled behind her, pulled her frame to mine and grinned. How the fuck was I going to get to sleep with my semi-hard cock nestled against that perfect ass?
“I miss the water, Reef.” Her voice was quiet, and I wasn’t totally convinced she was still asleep.
“I hate the water,” I whispered back.
The jolt of her body confirmed what I suspected. She wasn’t asleep. “Why?”
“Because it reminded me of you. I promised I’d never dip a toe in the ocean again. It hurt too fucking much to be there without you.”
“I did that to you.” I could hear the emotion in her throat, thick and raw. “One day, Reef, I’ll make it all up to you. I’ll give the ocean back to you.” Her words felt like promises, and I wasn’t sure I was prepared to let her try to keep them.
Malia settled again, and even with all the turmoil I was putting myself through, I knew right there, right then, I was exactly where I wanted to be.
The most beautiful sea snakes, all wild and colorful, were the deadliest. The most entrancing creatures always were.
I didn’t sleep a wink for hours, and when I did fall asleep it was broken. I was panicking about what the morning would bring and the depth of the hole I was diggin
g where Malia was concerned. I wondered whether she’d be hungover and in denial about everything and back to the Malia that was so unsure of herself, meaning regretting just how cool, open and up for anything she’d been.
It was starting to feel like I should savor every moment we were together. My body knew it was living its most played out fantasy, sleeping next to her.
What I didn’t expect to find when I came to, was her lips around the head of my cock. Unexpected didn’t cover it; nothing could describe the feeling. I could have sworn I was still dreaming, but when I peeled one eyelid open, there she was on her knees, slowly taking me in her mouth with that crown of curly hair piled on top of her head, begging to be grabbed and pulled like some fuck handle.
When she felt my fingers in her hair, she knew I was awake. The sight of her lips full of me, her cheeks hollowed out and her nipples hard from touching my thighs, undid me.
“Mal! Fuck!”
Her heavy eyes, hooded and lust filled, looked at me. She knew I was about done. With a pop, she released me from her mouth just in time for me to blow all over her gorgeous tits. She sat up on her knees, my juices dripping off her chest, and fuck me I wanted her.
For real, wanted to keep her.
I wanted her despite all she’d done to me. Despite all the hurt and the pain I’d suffered in the past, none of that mattered. She was perfect for me. She always had been, but circumstance had kept us apart. We were being gifted a second chance now.
I could live in the past or make the most of the future.
Taking her from him would be the easiest steal, but it would be more than that. It would be me getting what I should have had all along.
“Well, don’t you look a pretty picture,” I mumbled, pulling her up my body.
“Reef, I’m all—”
“What? You’re all what? Covered in me?”
“Sticky.” She balked.
“Don’t sound so grossed out. That’s the best alarm clock I’ve ever had. I could get used to that shit.”
Malia’s eyes widened with hope before she shut down, not daring to have that dream. “Reef…”
My cell blared into life on the floor beside my bed. I was about to ignore it until I saw Shadow’s name on the display. When she sighed at the interruption, I was torn between leaving it and forcing her to talk until I saw she wasn’t frustrated; she was relieved. “Need to get this.”
I slid the button across the screen, praying that she wasn’t safe yet. Of course, I wanted her to be okay, but I wasn’t ready to let her go yet, not before we’d explored what was happening between us.
“Yeah?”
“That’s it? Yeah?” grumbled my brother on the other end.
“You rang me.” Shadow went completely silent, so silent it worried me. “What’s wrong?”
“Sit rep,” he barked, all formal and efficient. “Got eyes on him and he’s a double-edged sword, both edges sharp, unfortunately.
“He made you?”
Shadow snorted. “Don’t be fucking ridiculous. Just wanted to let you know that it may take me a couple of days. He’s cautious in business. Not so much with his women,” he laughed. “Doesn’t mean he’s stupid. Just means he thinks he’s clever, above the rest of us. He’ll slip up eventually.” This sounded like the Dean I grew up with, although I never saw him slip up. I watched him fuck whatever he wanted, tease and play with his sidepieces and care for Malia. Never once did I see his game playing collide. Whatever life he was living now, he’d had a while to perfect his playbook.
“Also discovered something else, so I’ve drafted in some extra help.”
“Okay, I’ll cover the expenses?”
Shadow snorted again. “You can’t afford it. This is on me, on one condition.”
“Name it,” I threw back.
“You get your head outta your ass and do the right thing by that girl.”
“Who says I won’t?”
I looked at Malia, who, in the time I’d been talking, had been and washed up. She was now shyly hunting for her clothes and had her pussy t-shirt back on.
“Right about now—” his words brought me back to the conversation “—your pride is at war with your other baser level instincts. Forget the shit from before and take a second chance.”
“You call for a heart to heart?”
This was more words than I’d ever heard him say.
“Only gonna say this once, Wave. You don’t take, there are plenty of us who will happily take a shot at her.”
My blood slowed and whooshed through my head. I could feel and hear the pumping of it, so much so I thought my head might explode. “You were here, I’d fucking kill you.”
Malia stopped her adventurous search for a missing sock and looked at me, seeing a very different Reef than the one she’d just been in bed with.
“That right there is your answer. I’ll check in again. Have fun, Romeo,” he replied, and the line went dead.
In all the years I’d known Shadow, I’d never known him to get all feely and shit, but as with all things Black Sentinels, he sensed his time and shared when it would be best received.
He was right.
Malia was mine.
She was going nowhere without me; I just had to tell her that.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Malia
“Where you goin’?”
I stopped dead, half dressed, feeling a frisson of fear tickling through me. The fear wasn’t caused by his question; it was purely my own fault. I was getting ahead of myself. I didn’t want to, but I had started to feel settled. Despite the shitty fucking mess my life was in, I felt fine with it because I had Reef on my side.
I felt at home.
Happy.
“Who was on the other end?” I asked, nodding at his cell which he’d dropped on his exposed, naked, and very muscle-ridden chest.
Reef Bryant was utter perfection, a visual gift, and he was lying in bed after giving me utter perfection—himself—and a very memorable orgasm, multiple orgasms.
I snapped out of my daydream when I heard him chuckle. I’d been busted lusting after him. “Always did answer a question with a question.”
His mention of the past freaked me out, and I remembered that I was getting dressed when he’d distracted me with his perfect body. Because I was freaked out, my fucking hands wouldn’t cooperate in coordination with my brain’s commands.
“What’s going on?” I knew I’d failed to hide my freak out when he threw back the sheet, revealing the full erotic glory that he was. He wasn’t shy about his nakedness; he embraced it. Just remembering the feel of his skin, how it was silky smooth over tight muscles, sent me back to my daydream. It was distracting and the smirk on his face told me he knew it.
“You fuck lots of girls in here then?” As expected, my bitchy side pretty much wiped the happiness off his face.
“Being a bitch the only defense you got right now?”
“Defense against what?”
He began to mumble, “Fucking deluded,” before upping the volume and finishing with, “us, this.”
“There is no—”
A set of knuckles rapped on his door before I could finish a sentence that had the potential to cause extreme disharmony after such an amazing, harmonious night. “Not now.”
“Uh, Wave, it’s Gigi. Sorry to, you know… interrupt.”
Reef still made no move to turn and deal with his visitor.
“We’re having that thing at our place tonight. Gears asked me to remind you.”
“Sure, sweetheart, we’ll be there.” Only his lips moved; he didn’t. His body was still naked in front of me and his eyes were still boring holes into my head with an intense glare. It was like being held in place with a tractor beam.
“Great! Morning, Malia.” The happiness was very evident in her voice. “See you both later.”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” I told his glaring face.
“Whatever reason you have, I’m hoping it
’s gonna amuse me, but I doubt it.”
“People will get the wrong idea about us.”
“Really.” It wasn’t a question so much as a bemused statement, and the smirk that took control of his face confirmed it.
“Yes. We’ve already spent too long cooped up in here alone.”
“Babe, I don’t give a fuck what they think, but just to say, you screaming last night—” I opened my mouth to interrupt “—repeatedly, has already given them a pretty solid idea of what we’re about.”
“Well that’s just great.”
“Any idea they’ve got—”
This time I would interrupt him. “Would be wrong. We’re old friends. We’re just catching up, reminiscing while I need some help with a situation.”
Reef’s jaw dropped. “So, you’re fucking me for payment?” Finally, he moved, turned his back and reached for his jeans and boots. In a hot and horny, smooth maneuver, he put his legs in the jeans, feet in his boots and stood up. Lastly, he made sure his bare shaft was safely tucked away before doing up the zipper. I breathed in quickly when I thought he was going to kiss me, but at the last minute, he reached behind me and grabbed his cut. My eyes tracked his arms as he shrugged it on over his naked torso.
“Move,” he demanded.
God, I’d fucked it up. My brain had told me to kill whatever this was becoming, and my heart was devastated that I’d listened to it.
“Where?”
“To set things straight. Can’t have people getting the wrong idea.”
My heart plummeted to my stomach at his agreement, which was insane. He was doing what was right, what I’d asked, and putting people in the real picture about us, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t going to hurt.
I knew he was right, but having him agree and be prepared to do something about it was entirely different.
No, this was for the best. It was the prep work, the ground rules, the fucking base foundations for when our lives had to separate, and we had to go back to normal.
It was the beginning of the end.
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