by Alexa Riley
“Hey, Cas, remember the teeth trick I told you about,” Knox yells over the sound of the bikes, and Mackenzie flips him the bird, but has a smile on her face.
As we watch them drive off, she pulls me to her and kisses me on the lips. It both surprises and delights me that she’s being affectionate. I pull back and stroke her cheek.
“What was that for?”
“This is fucking insane,” she whispers, and touches my face like I’m touching hers. “So you want to be my old man? I'll think about it." She smirks.
She can think about it all she wants, it's happening. I’ve covered a lot of ground with her already, and can feel some of the pressure on my chest lifting.
“I love you, Mackenzie. This may be crazy, but I don’t give a fuck. I’m obsessed with you, and I can’t shake it. I’ve done a lot of things some would consider insane, but I have this need inside me to be as close to you as possible.”
“What do you mean by ‘insane’?”
I take a deep breath because it’s time to tell her. She deserves to know how deep my desires are for her.
“A week before I saw you in the bar I went to your house and watched you.”
She cocks her head to the side, but doesn't look alarmed.
“I did it every night until the night we met. And I jerked off outside your house, watching you.”
Her eyes get big, but she still doesn’t look upset.
“I’m not even a little bit sorry about it. It was as close as I could get to you, and it was all I could have.”
“Wow, stalker much?”
“I also broke into your house after you left each day.”
“You did what?” she snaps and pulls back.
“Listen to me,” I say calmly, and pull her back to me. “I needed to find out who you were before I made my move. I knew when I saw your picture I was done. Your fucking picture, Mackenzie. One look and that’s all it took for me. I knew you were the one, but I needed to know who you were. I need to find out everything about you. I needed to know how to get inside your heart like you’re already inside mine.”
“What did you do inside my house?”
I feel a small blush on my cheeks, but I have to be honest with her.
“I lay on your bed, and smelled your pillow,” I say, and rush to tell her the rest. “I may have also had a beer, touched your underwear, smelled your shampoo, and used some of your lotion. Look, don’t judge, I just wanted to get as close to you as I could.”
“Yeah, that’s pretty insane,” she says, and shakes her head.
“You have no idea how crazy I was for you. How crazy I still am for you. I don’t regret any of it, and I won’t apologize. I want to drink you in, devour you, and give you absolutely everything you could ask for. My sun rises and sets with you, Mackenzie, and all I want in return is a smile on your face. And maybe the ‘old man’ status.”
I smile a little, and she looks into my eyes. I hope she can see my honesty, because I’m putting my heart on the line. She could break me, and she knows it.
After a moment of searching, she whispers, “Why me?”
“Because without you, there is no me. Without you, I don’t exist. My father told me that’s how he met my mom, and I would know the day I found the women who would be mine.” They’re the truest words I’ve ever spoken, and after seeing her, and feeling this in my heart, I won’t survive without her.
She slowly nods, and reaches up to touch my face. I take this as a small sign of surrender, and I wrap my arms around her, picking her up. I kiss her with everything I’ve got, pouring all my love into her body so she feels my need. She wraps her legs around me, holding me tightly to her, and I stand like that, just kissing her.
After a few minutes, she pulls away to catch her breath. “Let’s get inside. I want to fire off a few rounds.”
“If that’s code for sex, then yes. Let’s fire lots of rounds,” I say, and carry her into the gun range, gripping her ass.
When we get inside I kick the door shut behind us and sit her down on the nearest counter. I look around the place and I can see she’s put a lot of time and hard work into it.
Suddenly I feel her hands push my chest and I stagger back a few steps. My ass hits a table behind me and I look at her in shock.
“Hey, what the fuck?” I say in surprise, and she gives me a wicked smile.
She pops off the table, and comes over to me. She walks slowly, as if she’s on the prowl. My dick hardens further as she gets closer, and then she’s pressing against me.
I lean down to kiss her, and she takes my bottom lip between her teeth. I feel her hands rubbing over my covered cock, and I close my eyes and moan at the sensation. She’s just as hot for it as I am right now.
She kisses her way up to my ear and licks the shell. She leans in and whispers, “Let’s clean your gun before we get started,” and lowers herself to her knees in front of me.
Seeing her kneeling in front of me as she unbuckles my belt and unzips my jeans nearly has me cumming in my pants. I grit my teeth to try to regain some control.
When her hand pulls out my cock and she takes me in her mouth, all the way to the back of her throat, I grip the table and throw my head back, moaning.
“Oh, sweet fucking Christ, that mouth of yours,” I groan, and try to clear my vision. I’m no longer in control of my body as she sucks my cock. I’m at her mercy within seconds.
I hear the sound of fabric rustling, and I feel her move a bit. When I look down at her I have to blink a few times to focus on what she’s doing.
I see her hand down her pants as she fingers her pussy while her mouth goes up and down on my dick. The sight does me in and I grab her hair, pulling her off of my cock. I grab her arms, pull her up and spin her around, pushing her down on the table.
I kick her legs apart with my boots and pull her jeans and underwear down to her knees to give me access. I line my dick up with her entrance, but before I enter her I want her submission.
“Palms flat on the table, and don’t move them until I tell you to cum. You got that?”
She nods her head, and arches her ass up at me, but I want the words.
“Say it, Mackenzie.”
“Yes, Vincent. I won’t move until you tell me to cum.”
“Good girl,” I say, and thrust home. Her tight pussy grips my cock, and I ride her hard. Her hands don’t move an inch as I fuck her on the table, and claim her body. I’m so close already from her earlier attention, and I want her with me when I cum.
I reach around and find her swollen clit and start to rub it hard and fast. She moans my name over and over and I don’t let up my thrusts.
“It’s time, Mackenzie. Cum for me, baby.”
“Vincent!” she shouts, and I feel her body let go. She keeps her body in place as passion flows through her and she releases her orgasm. Her tight channel milks my cock and I pump every last drop of my cum inside her.
It’s a fast hard fuck, but it’s always so perfect with my girl. The best I’ve ever had, and the last I’ll ever touch. I’m a lucky bastard.
A little while later, when we’re cleaned up, and she’s getting ready to shoot her target, I just lean back and stare at her. I think about how beautiful she is, and how I can’t imagine my life without her.
CHAPTER SEVEN
CAS
“Oh God, Shield,” I moan.
“You say my name when I have my face in your pussy, or my cock inside you,” he growls against my pussy.
“Vincent,” I moan as he licks the seam of my silk-panty-covered pussy. He hasn’t moved them to the side yet, and it’s driving me crazy.
The warm wet teases have me arching off the kitchen island, trying to press myself deeper into his mouth. Both of my hands reach for his hair, holding him closer, rocking myself into him. My legs spread wider, wanting to make sure he has all the room he needs to devour me, but he only keeps running his tongue over my seam of my lips through the material of my underwear.
I grip his thick hair tighter, holding his head until his gaze locks on mine.
“Stop fucking around. I said your name, so stop torturing me.”
Flashing me a smug grin, “I would never cause you pain, I just want to enjoy my breakfast.”
Releasing his hair, I shamelessly let my legs fall open even more. I glance down and watch Vincent remove his cock from his boxer briefs and give himself a few quick pumps before his big strong hands grab my hips, pulling them until half my ass is hanging off the side of the island. Gripping my knees, he puts me in the position he wants me, with my legs over his shoulders, him kneeling on the floor, and his gaze totally fixed on my pussy.
“Pull it to the side baby, show me you want my mouth there.”
I brace myself with one arm and reach down to pull my panties to the side for him.
“You hair is all gone,” he sounds surprised.
“I wanted to make sure nothing got in the way of my clit and your mouth. If you don’t like it you ca—”
I gasp instead of finishing my smartass remark when Vincent pushes his shoulders more into me, widening my knees further. He leans in until I felt his warm breath over my exposed cunt.
His free hand spreads my labia to give him a better view of my clit. When he starts to lick me in long rapid strokes I let myself fall back against the counter. My robe fully opens, exposing my bare breasts, making my nipples even harder.
Vincent is relentless with his tongue. He zeroes in on the exact spot that sends my back arching off the island. I try to slam my legs closed, but his shoulders stop me. They hold me pinned open, while his hand holds my labia spread, the idea that he could feast on my pussy all day if he wanted and I couldn’t stop him sends raw ecstasy shooting through my body.
I cry out his name as the climax rips through me. I should be shocked by how fast he can make me cum but over the past few weeks I learned he knows how to play my body. I cum when he wants me to, be it in seconds, minutes, or even hours.
Closing my eyes, I enjoy the tingling and euphoria while I try and calm my breathing. I can hear Vincent’s heavy breathing, just as loud as mine. The slow rock of his body still between my legs lets me know he’s still stroking himself.
I want him inside me but his thick tongue breaches my pussy, opening my vaginal walls for him. My muscles contract and twist in the aftermath of my release. Both his hands slide under my ass, slightly lifting me from the counter giving him a deeper penetration with his tongue.
“I can’t. Not so soon,” I moan, but my hips jerk into him begging for another.
Releasing my ass, he lets my legs drop off his shoulders so he can rise between them. This counter is the perfect height for his cock to align with my cunt. One swift push and he would be balls deep, but he makes no move to enter me.
“I told you, you can cook. Best fucking breakfast I’ve ever had. I plan to eat here every morning,” he says as he starts to rub the head of his cock against my clit, back and forth. “Although that does mean I should probably move in here. That way I can get room-service pussy in bed. I can just wake up with you sitting on my face every morning.”
My body jerks in response. I’m not sure if it’s because of what his words imply, or that my clit is still sensitive from my last orgasm, but I know he’s going to make me respond. This is how he gets what he wants from me. I’m not sure why it matters, he’s here every night without invite. He even stole a key. The man sleeps on top of me at night, like I’m going to sneak out on him or something.
I always give him shit about it, but the truth is I love it. How could I not love this beautiful man acting like I’m his every breath?
“What if I want breakfast in bed?” I retort.
“Then I’ll eat your pussy until you pass out, then when you come to, it will be ready. Sounds pretty damn perfect to me,” he says smugly, like that’s all solved, and I’m sure he believes it is. I bet by the end of the day, half his shit will be here. I’ll bitch about it taking up my space, then he’ll probably fuck me on it to show me how functional it is.
I smile, looking forward to the fight. Leaning down over me, he kisses the smile from my face until I’m rubbing my pussy against his cock. His body moves in closer until we’re chest to chest. His hand shifts between us making me gasp as his finger explores my sex.
His face drops into the nook of my neck, where he licks under my ear, until the lick turns into an open-mouthed kiss. Part of me wants him to leave a mark there, but the other part of me doesn’t want to hear shit from the guys about it. It reminds me how different we are. Just last week he begged me to leave little marks all over him, and I did without question.
His fingers rub the wetness into my clit, drawing little circles.
“Fuck, you smell so good. I just ate your pussy but I want it again. I want your smell imprinted on me. ”
He replaces his fingers with the head of his cock, rubbing back and forth, making me moan. There’s no stopping the sounds pouring from me.
He doesn’t enter me, just rubs the head of his cock back and forth, making me cream with need.
“Come for me, Mackenzie.”
My hips bunch and I do as he commands, crying out softly. My orgasm hits hard and fast as the pleasure of it tears through me.
His body goes solid on top of mine and warm wetness spreads across my pussy. He groans into my ear as he continues to splash me, hitting not just my pussy but my thighs too.
Standing up he runs his fingers through the cum he’s left on me.
“This is how I mark you,” he says as he rubs his cum all over my pussy lips, down to my ass. Moving my panties back into place, he adds, “You’ll get little smells of me all day now. Remember that you’re mine.”
Pulling his boxers back over his half-hard cock, he tugs me to a sitting position on the island with him still between my legs.
“Maybe you’ll mark me back some day,” he says, grabbing me by the chain of my dog tags and pulling me in for a kiss. I know he isn’t talking about another hickey, or the scratches I leave on him. He’s talking about my tags.
He asked me about the club one day and I told him only members or old ladies are allowed in. No sweet butt, or in his case, sweet cock. He wasn’t too happy when he realized he was classed as a sweet cock and would remain that way until I give him my tags. Now he is always eying them.
I’d love nothing more than to give them to him, but I don’t know how much longer I’ll be around. My brothers were reluctant at first when they realized that this isn’t all some game anymore, or me just trying to find out what the fed knows. Pres seems to like the idea of having him close, but I think that’s for his own personal gain. Who wouldn't want a fed on their side? But who knows how they’ll react if they see my tags around his neck. Fucking him is one thing, but letting him into the club is another.
Things with the Five Aces have been quiet, and the guns still haven’t turned up, they could at any moment, and I could be hightailing it out of town with nothing but memories of Vincent to hang on to, and I want all of them I can get. The thought makes me deepen the kiss.
I love the way he kisses. He always possesses and dominates my mouth. His tongue moves alongside mine the same way he moves when he’s buried deep inside me.
The beeping of my phone pulls me from my haze.
“Don’t,” he says against my mouth, not wanting me to pull away. Then his goes off too.
“Fuck,” he grunts, pulling back from me. Moments later he’s handing me my phone and answering his.
“Cassano,” he says as I watch his face turn serous. He turns and leaves the room.
Sliding my finger across mine I unlock it, see the text, and I feel the bottom of my world drop out.
Pres: FUBAR
Now I know why he took the call out of the room, it is about the guns. Pres doesn’t send a FUBAR alert if it isn’t bad…Fucked Up Beyond All Recognition. It’s the end of the line. It looks like all the moments I was trying to store up have reache
d their limit.
It’s funny how my father is taking another person from me that I love, even from the grave. And that’s when it hits me. I am madly, totally, completely in love with Vincent. It occurs to me that my first thought isn’t having to leave the club, it is having to leave him.
This man who is everything I ever wanted. He’s so domineering, but he doesn’t try to control or change me. He lets me be me and molds around me, and now I’ve lost him. It would be selfish of me to ask him to come with me. He loves his family as much as I love the club, I know that because of how much he talks about them, pressuring me to meet them, and I know it will rip him in two to leave his life behind. They’re a big part of him. At first I thought he was getting all these random calls from women but soon I realized he has a bunch of nosey sisters. It’s silly of me to even think he would leave them all. For all I know he could stop me from running, drag me down to the station. No, he won’t do that, but he will try to get me to stay, tell me to fight it. There is no fighting it. I killed my father and this is the first time I’ve ever had a sliver of regret about it. Not because I’m sad about what I’ve done but what it’s about to cost me.
I hear him coming back down the hallway, and I try to school my expression.
“Baby, I got to head out,” he says, pulling me into his arms. “You headed to the range?”
“Yeah, they’ll be finishing up fixing all the damage that was done to the wall today. I’ll be glad when this whole mess is over,” I reply, half wanting him to give me something. I know he’s working the case. He already cleared our club of having any part in the homicides at which one of my guns was found at, but my murder weapon is still missing.
“I’m glad you got your range cleaned up. I know how much it means to you.”
“You mean more,” I say, letting my emotions get the best of me. This is probably the last time I’ll ever see him.
“That so?” A smile plays across his lips.
“Yeah,” I respond, pulling my dog tags from around my neck.
Leaning down he lets me slide them over his head, falling on his bare chest.