by M J Marino
Way to fucking break her, you asshole!
Cursing myself internally, I look over at my men who are all shaking their heads. None of them have had a real relationship before either, leaving me to navigate this shitshow by myself.
Shit, shit, shit! What do I do?
My pixie needs a hot meal, a bath, and a good long sleep. My cock screams at me ‘she needs to fuck,’ but I beat it down—now is not the time. Josephine needs TLC and lots of it. And by the amount of sobbing, she needs it stat. I know for a fact she will not get any of the above at the rental. I could take her back to the condo, but I want my men around for another set of eyes and ears.
My girl needs privacy, somewhere she doesn’t need to rush if she takes a soak in a tub. Someplace I feel comfortable enough not to drag in my whole crew. Hmm.
Throwing a Hail Mary, I pull my phone and make the call. He answers on the first ring.
“Atlas. To what do I owe the pleasure of hearing from you at this hour?” Governor Warner asks.
“You still have security at your cabin if you’re not there?” I ask, not wasting time.
“Yes, there’s always security there. Why?”
Thank fuck. “Calling in a favor. I need to use the cabin this weekend for myself and my woman.”
“It’s yours. I’ll call ahead and let them know you’ll be arriving. When?”
I look over at my girl who is still bawling. I would rather drive the thirty miles to Loveland in the morning, but she needs this pronto. “Right now.”
“Then enjoy,” he says before hanging up.
I pocket my phone and motion for Josephine to climb on the bike behind me. She does, but I can tell she’s shot. We will have to take the SUV there, which is a shame because I would have loved to take her for a road trip on my bike. I pull out onto the road with half my crew. We make it to the rental, and I escort her to the SUV, setting her inside. She looks at me confused, with a red face and puffy eyes.
“I’ll be right back.” I place a kiss on the end of her ruby nose then run inside the rental.
On a mission now, I make quick work of our bags and haul them out to the SUV. Hades watches from the garage where he has been hanging out with Chase most days when Josephine is working. He whines, worried about being left behind.
I never asked the governor if I could bring a pet, but fuck it, the man owes me big time, and I’m not riding the hog. I whistle for Hades and he pads to my side. After loading our dog and throwing our bags in the SUV, I wait when Gauge approaches.
“Atlas?”
“Tell the men they’re off duty this weekend. Party, get lit up, but stay smart. We’ll be back Sunday evening.”
“Do you need any backup?” he asks, scratching his face and eyeing Opal. He’s already thinking of what he’s going to be doing first.
“Governor has it covered,” is all I say and jut my chin out at Opal. “Go get your girl. Call if anything comes up, otherwise leave us the hell alone.”
“She’s not my girl,” Gauge denies, but we both know he’s lying.
“Right, like Josephine’s not mine, either,” I counter and give him a pointed look. He can lie to everyone else, including Opal, but he can’t lie to me.
Ignoring me, Gauge grins wickedly as he eyes Opal. When he finally turns to me, he nods before leaning in to give me a one arm hug and a slap on the back.
Josephine is eyeing me wearily as I climb in and pull out onto the road. I take her hand and kiss each knuckle. “We’re taking a little vacation,” I say with a playful smile.
“Maceo, I need to work this weekend. I need to finish—” she starts to argue, but I put my finger to her soft, warm lips.
“No, Pixie, you don’t. We’re on high alert for Esteban. FBI is watching him. The governor knows he’s been in the state and the authorities are ready. Lorenzo has his ear to the ground and will alert us immediately if he catches wind of anything in the criminal underworld. Esteban’s not going to do anything with this much heat on him. My men are keeping an eye on everything else. You are ahead on the build. So we can take the weekend to get away from all the crazy shit and enjoy each other. I need you relaxed and at peace before we start next week,” I say simply, running my hand along her thigh.
She shakes her head heatedly and looks out the passenger window. Well, it’s not the reaction I wanted, but at least she’s not crying anymore.
I turn on the radio and stumble across the Killers, Josephine’s favorite. I turn up the volume for her, when it’s loud, she likes to sing along. She thinks I can’t hear her, but I can and I love it. Her voice is the sweetest thing when she lets loose. It’s not long before she’s bopping her head and singing. I stare ahead, grinning like a fool, feeling pretty proud of myself.
Thirty minutes later we’re pulling up to the governor’s cabin. They let us through the gate after I give my name and we cruise right up to the, ahem, cabin. The only thing cabin about it is the logs. The rest of it is all high-end.
Josephine looks out at it with awe. “This is what you call a cabin?”
I shake my head. “This is what the governor calls a cabin. I call it a mansion.”
Josephine looks up at me with an excited smile. “We’re really staying here this weekend?”
I grab her chin and kiss her plump lips. “You bet your sweet ass we are. And best yet, we have security all over the property, a chef, maid service, all the bells and whistles. There’s a pool out back. Hiking trails right off the property. A little bit of paradise not far from home. I hear there’s a big soaker tub in the master suite, too.”
Josephine’s face lights up like a firework. Enthusiasm bounces in her bright smile and costal blue eyes. She jumps out of the SUV and opens the back door for Hades. I climb out and grab our bags before taking her hand and leading her to the massive front door. Before we can knock, a security guard opens the door and ushers us in.
“Mr. Tabares, welcome. I’m Brian, head of security here. If you need anything, please ask. We hope everything meets your expectations. The master suite is upstairs and to the right. Chef Jordan has prepared you two a spread to help you relax. Please enjoy.”
Brian’s eyes go a little wide when he takes in my pixie. He tries to hide his attraction to her with a quick swallow, but I see it. Even dirty with a tear-stained face, she’s a fucking knockout.
I shake his hand and squeeze firmly in warning. “Thank you, Brian. This is my girlfriend, Josephine, and our dog, Hades. Don’t worry about the growling, he does it with everyone until he’s comfortable. Please, don’t let anyone disturb us ‘till morning.” Hades bares his teeth at him, enhancing my threat.
“Understood.” He gets it—keep your eyes off my woman, and don’t bother us because we’re going to be fucking all night long, or else I’ll break your neck.
Possessive as always, I wrap my arm around her shoulder and guide her upstairs with Hades trailing behind.
Two huge oak doors lead us into a massive suite with a balcony overlooking the backyard and pool. The room is decorated in all-natural earth tones which seem fitting for the environment. The massive bed will work great for my size and all the wicked games we will be doing in it this weekend.
In the center of the room, a bistro table has been set up with candles, wine, and a huge antipasto platter. Thank fuck, because I am starving. Hades makes himself at home on an oversized loveseat in the far corner of the room. Dropping the bags, I walk to the bathroom and flip on the light to see a massive tub which will be perfect for later.
Patting myself internally on the back, I walk up and grab my pixie by the hips before leaning down and claiming her rosy lips, still salty from her tears. I pull her up in my arms ‘till we’re on the same level, deepening the kiss. She slants her mouth and opens like a flower to me, allowing me to brush my tongue against hers. Her lungs hum with approval.
We haven’t had sex at all this week because of all the drama and tension. Plus, she and I are not willing to do the deed with three other guys in t
he room. I plan on making up for lost time, but first I need to fill my belly and hers.
Gently, I set her down and break the kiss. She groans in complaint which pleases me and my cock—to know she wants me as badly as I want her.
“Do you want to eat first, or get cleaned up and then eat?”
Josephine looks at the spread and her stomach answers for her.
I chuckle. “Chow time it is then.”
I pull her to the table and pick up the bottle of red wine. I don’t typically drink the stuff, but I know Josephine does on occasion. If it’s good enough for her, it’s good enough for me. I make quick work of unscrewing the cork and pouring a hefty serving for both of us. Josephine takes a long gulp and I do the same. Yeah, I’m not a fan of the dry flavor, but it will do the trick.
“I hate Merlot,” she confesses as she takes another drink. “Makes me feel like I’m sucking on a cotton ball.”
I laugh at her accurate concierge interpretation. “Will it get us drunk?”
She nods. “Most definitely, with that high of a proof. It’s a fucking expensive-ass bottle.”
“Liquid cotton balls it is then,” I say, slamming it back before digging into the food, which is way better than the wine, fortunately.
Josephine joins in and moans as she eats. I love the little noises she makes, whether it’s from making love to me, eating or drinking something she loves, taking a warm bath, or when I rub out her achy muscles. Those little noises all have the same effect on me, having me sigh with satisfaction, my heart pounding, and my cock growing. This time is no different, my dick fights against the zipper in my jeans. I adjust myself, but it’s no use. My dick wants out of my clothes and inside of Josephine.
An empty bottle of wine and a cleared platter half an hour later, we are full and sprawled out on the bed. My hand is running up and down her side, warming her to my touch. She’s making those little noises again and it’s like a fucking siren call to my cock. I claim her mouth and duel with her tongue as my hands swiftly take her pants off, followed by her tank top.
Eager to be skin on skin, I pull away from her and pull my own clothes off, but I leave on my boxer briefs to control my urge to take her.
Josephine’s jeweled eyes hold mine as her hands trail up my abs, and rest on my pecs where she toys with my nipples. I fucking love it when she grabs them, love the feel of her hands all over me. My body responds with shivers and goosebumps from her featherlight touch.
I undo her lacy bra and lay her out across the bed where my eyes soak her in, entranced by my little temptress. Eager to taste her citrus skin, my lips run up her legs, over her mound, along her narrow stomach and between her breasts before claiming her soft lips.
Her melodic moans are becoming heavy pants and I have to remind myself to slow down. I’m too used to calling the shots and taking control, and if I don’t lay off, I’m going to forgo my original plan. I’m giving her what she needs tonight, not taking her like the beast I am.
Quickly, I back off and pull her matching lacy panties down slowly to prolong my arousal, and the musky scent of her lust wraps around my head and dizzies me with need. She uses her pointed toes to push my boxer briefs down my legs, and they join the pile of our discarded clothing.
She spreads her legs for me, which is an invitation hard to refuse after not being inside of her for the past week. I crawl over her body like a tiger ready to pounce.
Taking her by surprise, I roll us, having her straddle me instead. Her blue eyes fly wide open and I smile exultantly up at her. My pixie wants to be in control—needs to be in control—after all the pandemonium over the past few weeks.
It’s why she’s been walking around like a little dictator with a Napoleon Complex on the build site. She feels everything is falling through her fingers and she’s trying to have some stability over something in her life.
As much as I like to be in the dominant role, Josephine’s not that breed of woman. She’ll let me take control in the bedroom, but outside of it, she’s her own boss, and I wouldn’t want her any other way.
I want her to know she can take control over me, right here, right now. I will relinquish my alpha role if only for tonight, to give her the power she desperately needs. I will give her everything and more, and she will never need to ask because I will always know what she needs. Our souls are linked and tonight she’s going to know I read her loud and clear.
Chapter Thirteen
Josephine
Oh my God! Did hell freeze over or is Maceo handing over the reins of his own accord?
Maceo has never given me the opportunity to be on top. He usually wants to be in control of the pace, the pressure, and all of the pleasure. But here I am, straddling his waist, and he’s giving me a roguish smile of approval. His hands are on my hips, ready to help me out if need be.
If he’s giving me the green light, I’m going to take full advantage of the situation. He always works me over till I’m a moaning mess. It’s time to repay the favor. I will have him sexually frustrated to the point where he will be second-guessing himself for putting me in charge.
My lips claim his and he kisses me back with the same intensity. My tongue tangles with his. I take his bottom lip and suck it into my mouth before releasing it with a wet pop. He groans and his fingers dig into my hips greedily.
Moving into one of his erogenous zones, I capture his earlobe with my teeth before I nibble and suck on it, making him growl. His hips bow up, desperate for his cock to make contact with me.
Running my tongue down his hairless chest, I make sure to kiss where his heart pounds wildly before I move on to bite and suck on each one of his nipples. He groans and fists his hand in my hair. I pull his hand away gently, running my tongue down his ripped torso where I sink my teeth into each side of his hips.
Fuck, he tastes good. I want to taste more of him—and I will. He sucks in a ragged breath and again is trying to fist my hair. I swat his hand away.
Maceo has always gone down on me, and not once have I been allowed to return the favor. I will tonight. Tonight, he’s the one who is going to have multiple orgasms. Tonight, I will do to him what he always does to me—I will blow his mind.
My lips blow cool air on his long, thick member and it jumps in approval. Maceo’s breathing is heavy with anticipation. I smile cruelly, because I’m going to get him back for all the shameful things he made me experience, just to watch me blush with embarrassment.
Maceo mentioned once that he never had a decent blowjob, blaming it on the size of his penis choking girls out. Normally, I would roll my eyes hearing a guy say that, thinking his ego was too big for his head. But I’m very familiar with the vast size of Maceo’s penis, and I have to admit he’s probably right—his junk would gag any woman.
Well, almost any woman.
Little does he know, I have no gag reflex. Granted, I’ve only gone down on one other guy. He wasn’t near Maceo in size, but I’m more than confident I can handle him. Taking him to the back of my throat will not choke me in the slightest.
“Watch me, Maceo,” I purr up at him.
He hums with eagerness as he folds his arms behind his head, propping himself up and looking down the length of his long body with hooded eyes.
I give him that sultry smile of mine he loves before taking him in my hands.
Maceo finally catches on to what I have planned. “Baby, you don’t have to do this. I told you before I don’t want to make you ga-ah—” is all he gets out.
To shut him up, I run the tip of my tongue from the base of his cock to the slit of the tip.
He moans. Fucking moans.
I repeat, and run my tongue back down to his shaved balls, sucking each into my mouth, one at a time.
“Fuck,” he growls, fisting his hand in my hair.
“Nu-uh,” I say, prying his hand from my head. “No touching.”
He groans and thrusts his hips up to my mouth.
I giggle at his keenness, before running my tongue ba
ck to the bulbous tip already leaking precome. I swipe at it and taste him on my tongue for the first time. He’s salty and bitter and all things manly. Exactly what I want from him.
My mouth sucks the tip of his cock into my mouth, and he hisses in consent. I swipe my tongue around him multiple times, driving him wild with need, before I take him all the way into the back of my throat where he bottoms out.
“Holy shit,” he sputters, seeing what I can give him that no one has before.
That’s right big boy. I’m one in a million.
I’d smile victoriously if his thick dick wasn’t in my mouth. Instead I start the steady rhythm of pulling nearly all the way back ‘till I feel his frenum piercing on the tip of my tongue, and pushing him back down my throat, taking extra care to suck him hard when I pull back.
“Jesus!” he pants, throwing his head back, enthralled.
My pace picks up, and I add the tip of my tongue to the bottom of his shaft to massage the sensitive veins underneath. He bucks his hips and groans with pleasure. Perspiration builds around his temples and down his neck, making him glisten like an oiled bodybuilder.
More than once I have to whack his hands away when he tries to take control of the situation. But I refuse to relinquish what he handed over willingly to me.
I pick up my tempo, and I can tell he’s getting close to blowing his load. One of my hands runs up to his tightening balls. I pull down gently but firmly to stop his release. He tosses his head, growling over being denied the right to come. I give myself a mental pat on the back.
I’m shamefully aware I’m soaking wet between my thighs. His arousal is spiking mine in the most blush-worthy ways.
“I can smell you, baby.” He inhales deep through his nose and groans. “Fuck that’s hot. My dirty little pixie get’s off on sucking my cock.”
I release his balls and continue my tortuous pursuit. I bring him to the edge before pulling down on his balls again.
This time he nearly cries out and grabs hold of my head, but I won’t give in and he will wait ‘till I allow him to come. He releases me with a snarl and falls back against the bed.
