My pussy milked his cock, demanding every drop of cum he had to give me. “Fuck!” he shouted, thrusting into me one last time. “Holy fuck,” he growled into my ear, and he collapsed on top of me.
I tiptoed my fingers up his back. “Can I say something?” I asked quietly.
“Firecracker, you can say anything you want after that.”
“Was that amazing for you, or was it just me?”
Slider leaned back and looked down at me. “Amazing?”
I nodded, fearful Slider hadn’t enjoyed that as much as I had.
“Fay, that was the most fucking amazing, out of this world sex I have ever had, and I plan on doing it again at least two more times before the sun comes up.” He leaned down to brush a kiss against my lips. “But Firecracker, I need sustenance if I plan on staying up all night.”
“I can make something,” I replied.
“How about I cook for you? You’re always cooking for Marco and me. I think it’s about time the tables were turned, and you get waited on.”
I smiled up at him. “I guess that sounds okay.”
“Okay? I’m gonna show you better than okay.” Slider rolled off of me and laid on his side with his arm propping up his head. “I’m gonna make you the Slider Special.”
“Slider Special?” I giggled. “And what exactly is in that?”
“You’re just going to have to haul your sexy ass out of bed and come find out.”
“I thought you said I was going to get waited on? I figured that meant breakfast in bed.” I glanced at the clock and saw it was way too early for breakfast. “Or snack in bed.”
“See, normally I would say that you can stay here, but I just finally had you, and I don’t want you that far away from me.” Slider rolled off the bed and grabbed my robe that I had hanging on the back of the door. “Stand up, let me wrap you up, and then you can watch me make you something to eat.”
I leaned up on my elbows. “What happens after we eat?” I asked coyly.
“Get your ass out of bed, and you’ll find out.” Slider grabbed my hand and pulled me up. He wrapped me in my robe and tied the sash tight around me.
“Wait,” I called while he pulled me down the hall. “You’re cooking naked?”
Slider stopped and looked down. “Shit. You head to the kitchen, and I’ll meet you there once I figure out where I tossed my underwear,” he mumbled and headed back into the bedroom.
I shuffled down the hallway, straight to the coffeemaker. By the time Slider made it to the kitchen, I had a pot of coffee going, and I was sitting on the counter waiting for him.
“Coffee?” he asked.
I shrugged. “I figure if you plan on keeping me up all night, I’m going to need a bit of caffeine.”
Slider stood between my legs and pressed a kiss to my lips. “I guess I can’t argue with that logic.”
“You probably shouldn't argue with me at all,” I said, smirking.
“There’s that feistiness I love. I missed it when you weren’t talking. Hell, I felt like I was missing a huge part of you when you couldn’t talk.”
“I felt the same way,” I whispered.
“But now, you’re back.”
“Well, only you know I can talk.”
He brushed my hair off of my shoulder. “You really saved it for me?”
“I had tried to tell you all week, but you kept running away from me whenever I tried. You were starting to give me a complex,” I laughed.
He wound my hair around his hand and gently tugged on it. “I need you to be safe, Fay. You distract the hell out of me, and I was terrified that you were going to get hurt again because I couldn’t keep it in my pants.”
I put my arms on his shoulders and pulled him close. “Well, for the record, I’m glad you didn’t keep it in your pants, and so far, there hasn’t been some horrific accident.”
“So far, no. But I’m not going to get too comfortable.”
I looked up at him and shrugged. “When Big A shot me, it wasn’t your fault.”
“I never should have let you wander away from the cabin like you did. All I had to do was keep an eye on you and make sure nothing happened to you.”
“Slider, I’m my own person, and I’ll make my own decisions. I didn’t think that I was in any harm. If I had known that Big A was going to go after me, I never would have walked into the woods like I had. Now we both know that we are all Big A’s targets, nothing is going to happen.”
“You don’t know that, Fayth. Things are still going on, and we have no idea what they are.”
“Is that why you were at the strip club tonight?”
“We were trying to find out what Big A has been up to.”
“He’s in prison. Can he really be up to much?” What the hell was the man capable of being in a maximum security prison?
“He was behind the guy who broke into the house, we think. He’s got help on the outside that is doing all his bidding for him right now.”
“So, did the girl you talked to tonight help at all?”
“Nah, not from what we can tell. There are a few leads that we are chasing down, but nothing has changed. The club is still on high alert.”
I nodded. “So, that means your detective work at the strip club is over?”
Slider smirked and nodded. “For the time being.”
“So, how many girls did you have to watch shake their asses before the chick you needed to talk to hit the stage?”
Slider laughed. “It wasn’t exactly shaking their asses, it was more like wobbling around on stilts.”
I rolled my eyes. “I’m sure it was so, so hard to watch half-naked women walk around.”
“It sure as hell wasn’t fun. Hell, Fayth, half of those women were two steps away from falling off the stage.” Slider laughed and cupped my cheek. “Four of them did fall off stage, Fay. I can tell you right now, you were the only thing that was on my mind.”
“You don’t have to blow smoke up my ass, Slider.” I knew what went on at a strip club. And although Slider said all of the women were horrible, I really doubted they were that bad to look at. I’m sure most of them had strapped on the tallest shoes they could find and teetered around the stage, but that didn’t mean they weren’t sexy.
“What’s is going to take for you to believe me?” he asked, kissing my neck, right below my fresh tattoo.
“Hmm,” I hummed. “Probably one of those Slider Specials.”
“Is that all?”
“For now. I’m sure I’ll think of more later.”
“Oh, is that how it’s going to go?” he chuckled. “I feel you’re going to use this as a way to get anything you want.” Slider kissed his way up my neck and nipped on my earlobe.
I shrugged. “I guess you’re just going to have to wait and see.”
Slider growled and stepped back. “I guess I’ll just have to keep you occupied in bed so you don’t think of other ways to blackmail me.”
I busted out laughing. “I’m hardly blackmailing you. I’m just making sure you're not thinking of all of the girls you saw tonight.”
Slider wrapped his arms around me and rested his forehead against mine. “It’s you, Fayth. There isn’t another chick on this Earth that I’m thinking of.”
I smiled and pressed a kiss to his lips. “Let’s hope it stays that way.”
“You don’t have a thing to worry about, Fay.” Slider walked over to the fridge and surveyed everything inside. “Now,” he said, looking over his shoulder at me, “are you ready for the Slider Special?”
I nodded and watched him pull out a jar of jelly and set it on the counter. “Jelly?”
“Oh yeah. You can’t have a Slider Special without jelly.”
My interest was piqued, and I had no idea what he was about to make.
“Now, all we need it bread, peanut butter, and milk.”
“Wait, wait, wait. Are you telling me that a Slider Special is a peanut butter and jelly sandwich with milk?”
Slider shrugged. “If that’s what you want to call it, but I prefer the Slider Special.” Slider winked and headed to the pantry to grab the peanut butter and bread.
I hopped off of the counter and grabbed the milk from the fridge.
“Hey, get your ass back on that counter,” Slider scolded. He set the bread and peanut butter on the counter. “I don’t need an assistant.”
“My bad,” I laughed setting down the milk. “Can I at least get a cup of coffee?”
“Coffee, that’s it,” he said and pointed a finger at me. “I promised a Slider Special, and I aim to deliver.”
I grabbed two coffee cups down from the cabinet and filled them while Slider constructed our sandwiches. I leaned against the counter, my coffee cup in hand, and sighed. The man who I had wanted the past few months was making me a peanut butter and jelly sandwich in his boxers, and I couldn’t be happier.
There wasn’t much more a girl could ask for.
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Chapter 32
Slider
“We need to get up and go pick up Marco.”
“I’m not the one who decided that we were going to stay up all night. I don’t want to move from this bed, and it’s all your fault.” Fayth rolled over and buried her head in her pillow. “I’m too old for this,” she muttered.
“You also need to get up and put some shit on your tattoo.”
“Ugh, can you stop reminding me of all of the adulting I need to do?” she groaned.
I slapped her on the ass and hopped out of bed before she hit me with the arm she was flailing behind her back. “Rise and shine, Firecracker.” I grabbed my boxers off the floor, slipped them on, and watched Fayth roll over and launch her pillow at me. “You go get Marco and leave me here to pass out.”
I grabbed the pillow she had thrown and tossed it back on the bed. “No can do, Fay. Get your ass up, and I’ll make breakfast.”
“Oh Lord, please tell me it’s not another Slider Special,” she giggled.
“You’re gonna have to get your ass out of bed and find out.” I pulled my jeans on and headed down the hallway.
“Wait,” Fayth called. “Is this going to be a shirtless breakfast?”
I shook my head. “For me it will be.” The door to the garage opened, and Creed walked in. “I suggest you put some clothes on though, Fay. We’ve got company.”
“What?” Fayth shrieked. “It’s not Marco, is it?” she called.
“Just get some clothes on before you come out.” I looked over my shoulder in time to see the bedroom door slam shut and heard Fayth muttering loudly about staying up all night and people not letting her sleep.
“You look fucking happy this afternoon,” Creed said when I walked into the kitchen and flipped on the coffee pot.
“Afternoon?” I smirked. I knew exactly what time it was, and my happiness was thanks to the woman in my bedroom who was probably searching for her underwear that I had slipped into my pocket before I had left.
“You sure are a smug ass after you get laid,” Creed mumbled, sitting down at the island. “Must be nice to take the whole day off and shack up with your woman.”
“Coffee?” I grabbed three cups down from the cupboard. “And, it sure fucking is nice.”
Creed nodded to coffee and pulled his phone out. “You Knights sure do have shit easy. Sleeping all day with your women, not going to fucking work,” he mumbled while he typed on his phone.
“Or maybe, we just know how to work so that we have time for our women.”
“Sure, keep telling yourself that. Meanwhile, we’ll just pick up the slack,” he laughed.
“Fuck you, fucker.”
“Ah, it’s good to see you boys are up to your usual banter,” Fayth said, walking into the kitchen.
“Jesus, woman. Put some damn clothes on.” Creed covered his eyes with his hand. “Wait,” he said, shocked. “You’re fucking talking.” Creed turned to look at me. “Your dick is that magical that it made her talk?”
Fayth busted out laughing, and I couldn’t help but think that it damn sure was. Creed didn’t need to know Fayth was talking before last night, though.
“Looking to find out, Creed?” Fayth asked.
“What?” Creed held his hands up. “Look, I don’t know what kind of kink you guys are into, but I don’t want no part of it. You keep your magical dick over there, and I’ll stay here,” he said, pointing at me.
“And, what’s wrong with my clothes? It’s shorts and a t-shirt?” Fayth asked.
“What’s wrong with it is I shouldn’t be looking at another man’s woman dressed like that,” Creed said, averting his eyes and looking out the back door.
“Creed, I wore this same outfit last week, and you didn’t have a problem with it,” Fayth noted, putting her hands on her hips.
There wasn’t anything wrong with what she was wearing. Maybe the shorts were a bit short, but I wasn’t going to complain about it. It was just more of her I could see when we weren’t in the bedroom.
“Last week you weren’t knocking boots with that buffoon. Now, you’re his, and I shouldn't be thinking of you, at all.”
“Ya shouldn’t have been thinking of her at all before,” I growled.
Fayth leaned into me and laughed. “Easy killer,” she whispered. She leaned up on her tiptoes and pressed a kiss to my cheek.
“All right, this shit is too weird for me right now. I’m gonna call Leo, let him know you had a miraculous recovery, leave out how it happened, and then I’m gonna go chop some wood or something,” Creed opened the door and slipped out into the backyard.
“Chop some wood?” Fayth asked, laughing. “When did Creed become a comedian?”
I filled both of our cups and handed one to Fayth. “I think right around the time he realized you were mine, and he doesn’t have a shot in hell with you anymore.”
“Oh, I’m yours, am I?” Fayth smirked.
“I’m pretty sure that’s what we established last night, and this morning, Fay.” I set my cup down and wrapped my arms around her. “Do I need to fuck you right here to remind you?”
Fayth glanced out the back door. “You think that’s possible?”
I pushed her up against the counter and whispered in her ear. “There’s only one way to find out.”
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Fayth
Slider’s hands slid down my back and cupped my ass. “Just say the word, Firecracker.”
I glanced over my shoulder out the door where Creed had just gone and bit my lip. “He’ll be on the phone for at least ten minutes,” I muttered.
“Is that a yes?” Slider whispered.
“That’s a you better fuck me hard and fast.”
“How about good and fast?” His hands moved around to the waistband of my shorts, and he tugged them down my legs. “These are some damn short shorts,” he muttered.
“I think that’s why they call them shorts,” I whispered.
“I’d love to have you spread out on this counter naked, but I think all I’m gonna be able to do is pull this tiny triangle you call underwear off and bend you over.” He hooked his thumbs in the sides of my panties and looked me in the eye. “Last chance to back out.”
I shook my head, and he pulled them down my legs. “No going back now,” I whispered, stepping out of my shorts and panties. I cupped his dick through his jeans and whispered, “I’m ready for you.”
Slider growled, spun me around, and pressed my back against his front. “I guess I didn’t fuck you enough last night.” His hand traveled up my stomach, pushing my shirt up, and he cupped my breast. “You’re mine,” he whispered in my ear.
A tremor rocked my body at his words, and his hand moved around to my back. “Slider,” I moaned when he bent me over and ground his jean-clad dick into my bare ass.
“Shh,” he whispered. “You don’t want Creed to come in here and find you bent over with my dick buried in you, do you?”
“You’d stop if he came in,” I whispered.
> “Would I?” The sound of his zipper sliding down sent a thrill through me, and I realized Slider was going to fuck me with Creed not even twenty feet away. “Maybe if he saw me with my dick inside you, he’d realize that you really are mine.”
“I am yours,” I gasped as his hands grabbed my hips, and he pulled me against his bare dick.
Slider leaned down and whispered in my ear. “Spread your legs, grab your ankles, and hold the fuck on,” he ordered.
I shuffled my feet apart and wrapped my fingers around my ankles. “Slider, I’ve never—”
“Shush,” he insisted. “Just listen to me and do what I say.” His hands parted the lips of my pussy, and he growled. “So fucking wet, just for me.” He flicked my clit, and I gasped, certain I wouldn't be able to be quiet.
“Maybe we should go in the bedroom,” I suggested.
Slider slapped my ass, the sound echoing around us. “Not happening. You want this, Fay. Don’t fucking deny it.” He slid his dick up and down the crack of my ass, and my body sang with anticipation.
He slowly pushed inside me, and I closed my eyes at the slight sting of pain when he slapped my ass again. The walls of my pussy spasmed around his dick, and I knew it wasn’t going to take much for me to cum.
“How the fuck do you do this to me, Fay?”
“The feeling is mutual,” I gasped when he was fully inside me.
Slider slowly pulled out, then slammed back in. “No one in my whole life has ever made me feel the way you do,” he moaned, thrusting in and out. “No one,” he insisted.
He slammed into me, his fingers digging into my hips to hold on. “Slider,” I moaned.
He slapped my ass. “Quiet, unless you want an audience.” I bit my lips and shook my head. “Good girl,” he drawled.
I looked between my feet, saw Slider’s jeans pooled around his feet and I pictured what we must look like. Slider powered into me, and I closed my eyes, feeling my release coming. “Please,” I whispered over and over.
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