by C. M. Marin
“That’s fucking good, Jesus.”
Good doesn’t even begin to describe what her mouth on me feels like. What her touch feels like. She’s the only one who’s ever been able to give me these sensations, sending my body and mind into some crazy place where all I need to survive is to be with her. To touch her. To taste her. To sink into her as deep as I possibly can. It’s like these sensations are the only air my lungs need to be able to breathe.
After a few wonderful minutes, she lets go of me to say, “Fuck me.”
I rasp out a groan at her panting voice.
“Shirt off,” I order even though I move back and get rid of it and her red bra myself.
Gorgeous breasts stare back at me, nipples peeking hard with arousal. I lean over, and briefly but sharply suck on one before covering her body with mine. In one swift motion, I thrust into her just as I put my mouth on hers, drinking in the harsh gasp she lets out at my intrusion. Her legs are spread widely, allowing me to take her deep while she kisses me savagely, all her previous restraint a distant memory. I swallow every moan she gives me as her tongue strokes mine in an erotic dance. But it doesn’t take long for the kiss to be forgotten when my rather gentle thrusts stop, and I start pounding into her. She clings to me, arms and legs coiled around my body, and it doesn’t take long for her second orgasm to sneak in. Her heels dig into my ass, and her body shakes so much you wouldn’t believe it had been given pleasure only minutes before. My name is on her lips again, cried out as she yields to the overpowering force of her climax.
I only take a break and stop slamming into her once her limbs go slack around me.
Kneeling between her legs still spread wide, I grin. “Want another one?”
“Can you manage?” she smirks lazily.
“Can you take it?” I challenge back, ripping a gasp out of her when I graze her over-sensitive clit with my fingertips. “Or is it going to be too much to take?” I ask her but go on straightaway. “Never mind. I think I want to hear you scream some more, so too much sounds about perfect.” On that, I push back into her deep and hard. “Brace yourself, baby. This is gonna be quick and rough.” Her inner muscles clench around me at my promise, and I smirk. “I think you’ll come a third time without too much effort after all.”
Thrust after thrust, I nestle myself into her, every single time feeling her walls squeeze me blissfully until my own pleasure finally builds. As always, I can already feel that my orgasm will come with an almost unbearable power. This kind of pleasure is something else I’ve only ever known with her. Before Alex, I didn’t know what pleasure truly meant. I just thought I did.
And right when I still inside of her, my name leaves her mouth in a raw scream again, just like I predicted it would. Our bodies and minds get high with their blinding orgasms in sync, and my eyes close. My hands are clamped on her upper thighs, allowing me to feel every tremor her climax sends through her body while my cock jerks in her pussy.
Fucking unbelievable.
Coming along with her is just incredible. It’s the only moment we can say that we’re both truly alone. Just me and her, in a place no one else has access to.
But it’s always over before I want it to be, just like right now. We eventually both come back to our senses and, careful not to crush her, I cover her body with mine and kiss her softly.
“You drive me crazy, woman.”
The exhausted yet satisfied laugh that rumbles in her chest resonates in mine. The sound alone coaxes my lips into going back down to hers for a heated kiss, though it’s a brief one because we’re both still sort of out of breath.
She starts tracing lazy patterns on my back as she asks, “What do you want to do tonight? Is there a party planned?”
“No. Parties are back to being on hold until we’ve dealt with the Spiders. It’s too risky to bring outsiders here after what happened again today. Even if it’s only the club girls who have been coming here for years. We know too little about what Bison is willing to do to get to us.”
She hums sleepily against my neck.
“Besides, I want you sprawled back out on my bed again after I feed you,” I inform her.
Her nails rake the skin on my back very slowly. “And what are you going to do?” she taunts with a sexy tone and bites down on my shoulder.
Reminding me that I’m still planted deep inside her, my dick twitches like it hadn’t just spilled every last drop it had in it a minute ago.
“Let’s see…,” I start, whispering in her ear. “What about I’ll drop that sexy ass onto the chest of drawers and pound into that perfect, drenched pussy until you scream my name again?”
Mechanically, her hips rock against me, and my smirk is immediate. I knew some dirty words would turn her on again. And even though she grinds against me in gentle motions, it’s enough to get me to hardening again. The moan sweetly scraping the back of her throat most likely helps with that, too.
“Answer me, baby. You want that? You want to feel my cock filling you deep and taking you hard?”
The shudder flowing through her body is the only answer I need, but she breathes out anyway, “Yes.”
“Then I hope you’re not too hungry, because I’m going to feed you later after all,” I tell her.
My mouth crashes on hers then, and my kiss drinks in every moan it tears out of her.
Chapter 19
Alexia
“Did I tell you thank you yet, Alex?”
Camryn’s question is awkwardly mumbled because she’s lying on a spa table with a clay mask that keeps her from speaking properly.
“You did. About four times already, I think,” I chuckle.
Since I chose a mud mask to make my skin glow, I can use my mouth better than she can.
She hums. “Well, this day deserves another thank you. I didn’t even know I needed it so much. Colleen hates us all for being here while she’s stuck in New York.”
It takes her about twenty seconds to say it all, but at least her sentence comes out clearly.
“Yeah, she made sure I knew that, too,” I say. “I promised her we’d do a redo next time she’s here.”
“I’ll be there,” Cam vows.
“Is Chloe still in the jacuzzi?” Lilly asks Fiona, who got back five minutes ago from checking on her daughter.
Both women are relaxing on their own table, a mud mask coating their faces, and their closed eyes hidden by pieces of cucumber.
“Yes,” she answers in an almost sleepy tone. “She said she’ll join us in the hammam when we’re done here.”
“Hmm, the hammam,” Cam sighs dreamfully. “Did I already say thank you?” she asks once more, and we all laugh. “I just wish I could stop worrying about the guys waiting out there in the open. It’s not really safe.”
Obviously, letting us drive an hour on our own to get here never crossed the guys’ minds. So, Liam, Cody, Ben and Melvin drove along. Nate and Jayce both stayed at the club to get everything ready for Cam’s birthday dinner tonight. Needless to say, neither of them was thrilled to stay behind.
“They’re not outside anymore,” Fiona says. “I caught a glimpse of them through the glass door when I went to check on Chloe. They’re in the waiting room. Looking bored as hell, if I might add.”
“Oh, I’m relieved, then,” Cam says. “Not that they’re bored. You know what I mean. And did Erin go back to the jacuzzi with Chloe after going to the bathroom?” she wonders with the same tight enunciation.
Just when the sound of her last word fades, the door opens.
“We were just wondering where you’ve been,” I tell Erin.
“Oh, I was just… I was around,” she answers vaguely as she closes the door behind her.
I immediately notice her embarrassment. Her cheeks darken with a dark shade of red. And since they were already flushed from our time in the jacuzzi earlier, the color is even deeper. I have an idea of where she’s been the last thirty minutes―which reminds me that I need to have a conversation with my broth
er―and considering Lilly’s stifled grin, so does she. But neither of us wants to make Erin more uneasy, so we don’t bring up the subject.
“This place is just awesome,” Erin says as she sits in a chair in the corner of the room. “Believe it or not, it’s the first time I’ve ever been to one.”
“We’ll go check out the hammam in five,” Cam mutters.
“Okay,” Erin smiles at Cam’s rigid skin.
“So, Erin. Is there someone waiting for you back in Phoenix?”
There’s no doubt that if the rest of us noticed Erin’s obvious crush on Liam, Fiona did too. But unlike us, she doesn’t mind pushing for info when it comes to anything having to do with relationships. Even if the person she grills is the shyest one you could ever meet.
“No,” Erin tells her. “I don’t have a boyfriend.”
“And why is that?” she probes.
Erin shrugs even though Fiona can’t see because of her cucumbers. “I only had one serious relationship. It lasted about two years, and it was with someone from my hometown.”
“Why didn’t it work?” she goes on with her interrogation.
“Honestly, I think I broke up with him after I started wondering why we were together in the first place,” she begins and immediately explains herself further. “My parents are practicing Catholics, and I met Matt at Church. He was nice, but I broke up with him when I realized I didn’t love him,” she repeats what she told me last week. “My parents were more thrilled about that relationship than I was,” she laughs softly.
“Good reason to break up,” Fiona agrees, her head bouncing up and down on her table.
“And…” Erin goes on but pauses a couple of seconds before she continues. “The sex wasn’t all that great, I suppose.”
We all laugh at that. Erin isn’t the kind of girl you’d expect to hear a statement like that from, that’s for sure.
“But I didn’t break up with him because of that,” she assures.
Fiona holds a hand up in the air to stop Erin right there. “No sexual chemistry means you’re no more than friends with the guy. Simple as that.”
“Totally,” I agree while Cam and Lilly nod their own approval. “When Jayce and I were broken up, I tried to date once.” I chuckle at the memory. “It was awkward as best. Even thinking of bringing him home made me feel sick to my stomach. I mean, he was handsome, so that wasn’t the problem. I just couldn’t imagine him touching me.”
“See? Friends,” Fiona states.
“Actually, I don’t think we could have even been friends in the long run,” I correct her. “Malcolm was a little too arrogant for my taste. But then again, I would have compared any guy to Jayce anyway, so he didn’t have much of a chance to begin with, I guess.”
“I’m happy you guys are back together,” Fiona says.
“Me, too, even if I wasn’t around before you had broken up,” Camryn steps in. “By the way, he looked like he wanted to kill anyone in his path this morning because Nate asked him to stay and help him with the food and everything.”
Fiona scoffs. “I don’t even know why they bothered staying back at the club. Do they really think we won’t notice that they’ve called a caterer?”
We laugh as Camryn speaks, “I think they do.”
The stupid grin I wear now has been easy to wear since Jayce told me he’d never let me go again. And I believe that he means it. But as hard as I’ve been trying to get rid of my doubts and go back to trusting him unconditionally, my smiles only bury them. I haven’t been able to erase them completely because Jayce is dead set on protecting me. So, no matter how broad my smiles are, my chest is also weighing with the fear that he might decide to push me away again if he thinks that’s the only way to make sure I’m safe.
Chapter 20
Jayce
“That was more than delicious,” Cam says as she sets her fork down on her plate. “It was… It was exquisite. Seriously.”
Everyone’s pretty much finished with their dinner―except for Ben, who’s halfway through his third plate. There were only compliments about how tender the salmon was, and how perfectly seasoned the roast potatoes and green beans were. And they’re all right about it. That shit was something. Which is a good thing, because it wasn’t exactly cheap either.
“I totally agree with you, love,” Ben tries to make himself understood around a mouthful.
“I hope you guys tipped the caterer well. They deserve it,” Cam adds, obviously talking to me and Nate even though her eyes are on the glass of champagne she just grabbed.
Well, something around those lines was bound to be said at some point, right?
“What?” Nate blurts out after only a couple of seconds of shocked silence.
The word comes out as a surprised question, but that must be because he didn’t expect her to say it so bluntly. I mean, of course she knew we’d call a caterer. Hell, Nate even spent the whole day whining to me about how she’d figure out we didn’t cook. Especially after the caterer showed up and the club started to smell like it had magically become a five-star restaurant.
“Oh, come on,” she looks at him with a soft smile. “I didn’t care whether you cooked or not. You should have told me.”
“And no offense,” Ben barges in, this time with his mouth empty. “But did you really think she’d believe you cooked this? My dick almost blows every time I take a bite.”
“There are kids tonight,” Lilly scolds him like he’s a kid himself.
“Sorry,” he winces, though he doesn’t lose his smirk.
What’s funny is that his remark was apparently too crude―and it probably was―but the way Nate eats at Cam’s mouth isn’t worth a kids are in the room warning. Go figure.
I quickly tear my gaze away from those two because that’s my sister he’s kissing like they’re alone in here, and I stand up.
“How about we get some liquor before moving to the cake?”
“Sounds perfect,” Cody agrees. “Want something, sweetheart?” he asks Lilly.
I don’t hear her answer as most of us shuffle around to get to the bar and start pouring drinks for everyone. I get one for Alex and go sit on the stool next to where she’s standing.
She has her nose hovering over one of the red roses of the bouquet I got her today, smelling the flower again before smiling at me. “They’re beautiful.”
“Not as beautiful as you,” I counter and clasp a hand around her forearm to pull her to me for a kiss.
If it hadn’t been Cam’s birthday, I’d have already dragged her away from here and locked us in my room. Instead, I break our kiss when I sense a presence beside me, and my gaze shifts to see Jonas standing near me. His narrowed eyes weirdly dart from me to the flowers several times.
“What’s up, kiddo?”
“Just wondering what you did to piss her off.”
What I did… What? My brain just goes completely blank, and all I can do is dumbly hum at Jo. That’s enough to tip him off that he’s completely lost me.
“Dad always brings Mom flowers when he’s done something to piss her off,” he explains matter-of-factly, and Brent’s groaned muttering can be heard from the other side of the bar somewhere.
“You’re right,” Fiona steps in from the table behind us. “But that’s not an example to follow, honey. A man brings flowers to the woman he loves because he loves her. Remember that.”
The kid hums thoughtfully. “Is that why you brought her flowers?” he asks me then, and I wonder why this is so important to him. “This bouquet is kind of huge.”
No idea how I should respond to that. And when silence seems to be all I can offer him, Alex speaks up. But I can’t say whether she’s trying to help me or drag me down.
“He brought me these flowers because he loves me and to apologize for breaking up with me and acting like I didn’t exist for more than a year.”
Yeah, that doesn’t help much.
Jonas shakes his head slowly and makes a tsk sound. “Then it’s no
t huge enough, dude. Even I know that.”
And as if he didn’t just make me feel like the worst dick on the fucking planet, he strolls away after snatching a handful of peanuts from a bowl on the bar. My mind is still blank, but not enough to miss the fact that everyone in the room does the worst job of hiding their laughter.
Fuckers.
Alex smiles up at me and drops a kiss to my lips. “I love them,” she says against my mouth.
“Yeah, still feel like shit, though,” I mutter, and she kisses me again through her smile.
“Okay, what about the other surprise now?” Nate says more than he asks, and once again, I’m lost.
What other surprise? We spent the whole damn day here and he didn’t say anything to me about what he’s talking about.
“What surprise?” Alex gives me a questioning look as the guys move toward us, but I just shrug.
And I don’t have time to think about it further, because Brent is in front of me and handing me a cut, forcing Alex to take a step back. My confusion gets worse, but only until my gaze falls on the single word written on the leather.
President.
My brow furrowing deeper, I glance back at Brent then at Nate, questions on my face that I don’t need to voice.
“Now that you’ve taken your head out of your ass…” Nate grins, trailing off because he doesn’t need to finish his sentence.
“What? No, it’s―”
“It’s yours,” he cuts me off, his tone firm. “I agreed to wear that cut until your head was straight enough for you to step in. But I never intended to keep it, and I told the guys just that a year and a half ago. To be honest, I didn’t think it’d take you so long to wake up,” he grins again. “We voted yesterday. You and I are switching cuts.”
Once everything he just said registers, I grunt, “I should have been in for that vote.”
Nate shrugs. “I was still the president, so let’s just say that I didn’t give a shit.”