It’s the oldest play in the book and the most effective.
I reared my hand back and threw my phone across the room, watching as it bounced off the wall. I grabbed the arms of the chair and hoisted myself up, walking through the dark room to where the phone landed. The screen was shattered, mimicking the cracks covering my dead heart.
I’m going to miss her when the lights go out, when I’m alone in the dark remembering how it felt to be inside heaven.
I’ll always think of her.
My Lace.
My lethal temptation.
I didn’t sleep that night, my mind was racing like I did two eight balls of cocaine so, I checked out of the hotel and jumped into my van before the sun came up. I rode back to New York with a van full of guns, a broken phone and a goddamn hangover.
Only grief waited for me so why I was in a rush to run back to hell was a mystery. I couldn’t sit in that room another second though because all I did was think of her and how I would have to break it off.
How the fuck was I going to do it looking at her, watching her eyes go dark as night as the torment of my words stabbed her? I couldn’t do it on the phone and was a fool to think I’d be able to do it face to face.
By the time I pulled the van up to the Dog Pound I was exhausted, crashing from the booze and the mental anguish. I wanted to sleep for the next three days and if I was lucky when I finally awoke, the war would be over.
Fat chance.
I slammed the door of the van and damned the fucking thing to hell.
If I never had to drive a cage again it would be too soon.
The parking lot was relatively empty reminding me, Jack was due to go up to Otisville to visit Vic. Pipe was spending more time at the garage trying to expand and Wolf was searching the map for recruits, leaving Riggs and Bones in charge of the home front.
God help us all.
I entered the clubhouse, spotted Bones on the phone and tipped my chin in acknowledgement before heading towards the stairs. I reached the landing where Riggs was pacing back and forth in front of my door.
“What’re you doing?” I asked, scratching the scruff that lined my jaw. He lifted his head and his eyes narrowed as he studied me.
I could only imagine what I looked like.
“Man,” he hissed. “What the fuck happened?”
“Get out of my way,” I ordered.
“You look like you fell off the wagon,” he commented.
He should only know.
“What are you my sponsor now?” I dropped my duffel bag on the floor, shrugged my jacket off and viciously rolled up my sleeves, turning my forearms up. “Not a fucking mark. Now get the fuck out of my way Riggs,” I growled.
“Black, I’m just concerned is all,” he said, pulling off his baseball hat and scratching his head.
“Appreciate it but I’m not your fucking problem,” I argued.
“Speaking of problems,” he started.
“What?”
“You have a visitor,” he said, glancing over his shoulder at the door. “Bones thinks she came by so I could help her fix her laptop.”
“Yeah? And how’d she get in my room?”
“Pop-A-Lock?” he suggested.
I glared at him with my dry eyes that burned like a motherfucker. Did he expect me to believe she called a fucking locksmith, and he wasn’t the one who let Lacey inside my room? This kid was a character, bitchin’ about getting mixed up with me and Lacey but then he picks my fucking lock and covers for her.
Idiot.
“Thanks,” I muttered as he stepped aside, allowing me room to open the door. He patted me on the back as I drew in a ragged breath and watched him walk down the hallway.
I opened the door and was greeted by the most beautiful sight I had ever seen.
I guess the devil wanted to fuck me a little harder, sharpen the blade before he twisted it deeper.
Lacey was sitting on my bed with her bare legs crossed, wearing nothing but one of my black t-shirts. She turned her head, brushed her long wavy hair away from her face as she smiled sheepishly at me.
“Welcome home,” she started.
I didn’t respond as I kicked the door closed and dropped my bag on the floor. I didn’t bother to brush away my hair that fell wildly around my face, hiding my bloodshot eyes.
“Black— “
I cut her off, lifting my finger to my lips to silence her as I started for the bed.
For her.
I shut my mind off.
And motherfucked Boots all the way to his grave as my knees hit the edge of the bed and I watched her crawl toward me.
I wanted to do the right thing but everything in my being told me this…her and me, we were the right thing.
We were everything.
I reached for her, taking one hand and draped it around my neck before taking the other and doing the same. Then I let my hands travel down her sides, gripped her hips and tugged her body tightly against mine.
I hoped my actions conveyed my feelings because I couldn’t bring myself to say the words. Not when I’d have to take them back.
I dipped my head, shaking my hair away from my face pressing my cheek against hers, taking in the intoxicating scent of her perfume. My mouth moved along her jaw, teasing her chin before finding her lips.
It started off slow, just lips touching lips, until we both realized that didn’t even scratch the surface of what we needed from one another.
Bruised.
Swollen.
Her lips parted and invited me to taste everything I missed.
I slid my tongue inside of her mouth, my hands moved south, lifting the hem of the shirt and cupped her bare ass cheeks, digging my fingers into the mounds of flesh.
She fisted the hair at the nape of my neck and matched my rhythm, grinding against me as she angled her head and took what she wanted, using my mouth to quench her desire.
I dragged myself away from her mouth, torturing us both as we stared at one another.
I drew a breath, letting go of her and taking a step back.
“I need to take a shower,” I stated, reaching behind me and pulling my shirt over my head. Lacey gnawed on her lower lip as she nodded, reaching for me and unbuckling my belt.
“You do that,” she said finally.
“Don’t move,” I ordered, as she pulled my belt from my loops and twisted it around her wrist.
“Yes, sir,” she murmured, her lips curved revealing her perfect smile.
Goddamn.
I unbuttoned my jeans, drawing down the zipper half way before I found the will to turn around and walk into the bathroom.
I turned the water on, glanced in the mirror and pushed the hair away from my face to stare at the beast looking back at me—the weak monster who didn’t have the heart to break Lacey’s after breaking so many before her.
It used to be so easy.
Until I cared.
Until I found the heart I wanted to claim more than the body that housed it.
“You’re a motherfucker,” I said back to my reflection.
I finished stripping and stepped into the shower, letting the water rain down.
I needed to shower with holy water. Maybe that would cleanse my soul and ease my conscience because I wasn’t going to do it.
I wasn’t giving her up.
I’d do whatever the fuck I had to do to keep her safe and keep her with me.
Let that cocksucker try to do something to my girl, I’d make that motherfucker squeal like a bitch.
W-A-R, motherfucker.
It’s on.
Bring it.
I’ll be ready.
I’ll be waiting.
Because a long time ago I vowed I’d never let anyone take what was mine again.
You can say whatever you want about me, call me a junkie, tell me I’m worthless, but I’ve always been a man of my word.
When I made Lacey mine I took a silent oath to protect and honor her until my dying day.
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As long as I have a pulse that girl will have someone who will cherish her life.
Some people need guardian angels.
And some need a knight cloaked in leather.
I was so wrapped up in my own head, and the revenge I was ready to seek I didn’t hear the shower door open but somehow I knew my angel was behind me.
I glanced over my shoulder and watched as Lacey pressed her back against the shower tiles, splaying her palms flat on the wall as those eyes of hers, mischievously flirted with mine.
Her tongue sneaked out and ran along her lower lip.
She pushed off the wall, her hips sashayed as she took one step closer and pressed her hands against my chest. She rolled the barbell that pierced my nipple between her fingers.
There was no mistaking that look in her eyes…my good girl was rocking the sexy siren she discovered lived inside of her.
She lifted a finger to my lips.
“Not a word,” she ordered.
Oh girl, I like that.
She grabbed my hips, a smirk teased her lips as she swiveled her hips and dropped to her knees.
Christ.
I fisted her hair, piling it on top of her head to get a clear view of her face and watched as her lips parted. Her hand closed around my cock, lifted it up as she angled her head and licked my balls.
Goddamn, girl.
She peered up at me, assessing my features for approval.
“Go, on girl,” I encouraged.
She smiled.
“You don’t listen very well do you? I thought I told you not to say a word,” she said playfully, winking at me before she wrapped her lips around the head of my cock. She sucked the tip, slowly taking inch by inch into her mouth, working my dick like she owned it.
She did.
Lacey gagged, pulled her mouth away, composed herself and went back at it.
I lost my fucking mind and moved my hips as I fucked her mouth.
Sweet and innocent.
Sexy and curious.
All fucking mine.
W-A-R.
Come on, motherfucker, try to take this from me.
I dare you.
Chapter Twenty-three
“Get dressed,” Blackie said against my breast before he pushed himself up. After the shower that resulted with me being pressed up against the wall and Blackie on his knees, devouring me he carried my limp body to the bed. It didn’t end there though, he then treated me to another orgasm with his hand, followed by another when he finally fucked me.
Three orgasms and I still wasn’t satisfied.
“Do I have to?” I asked as I wrapped my arms around his neck and lifted my hips. “I mean there are so many things we can do that don’t require clothes.”
“Gonna make me work hard to keep up with you, Lace,” he hissed, bending his head to take my nipple between his teeth.
I loved when he did that and when he twisted my nipples between his fingers because he always soothed the pain with his tongue.
Blackie’s tongue was a God-given gift.
Either that or he was a talented man because I was sure there wasn’t another man on this planet who could do the things he did.
“I think you can handle it,” I murmured, locking my legs around his waist, trapping him between them.
“Oh, you do, huh?”
“Yeah, I do,” I teased, lifting my hips and grinding my pussy against him.
“I’ve created a monster,” he muttered, lifting a hand and grazed my cheek with the back of it. “Thought you were beautiful before, but seeing you like this Lace…smiling, face flushed and your pussy grinding on my cock, you’re fucking gorgeous.”
“I like the way you talk,” I admitted. “I didn’t think I would, but it turns me on.”
“I see that,” he grinned, as his fingers glided over me. “Your cunt gets nice and wet when I talk dirty to you.”
His teeth nipped at my lower lip, tugging on it as he slipped two fingers inside of me.
“Mmm, what else gets you wet?” he questioned, thrusting his fingers in and out of me, stretching me.
Best reunion ever.
I had already had his mouth, his fingers and his cock and when he added the third finger it reminded me of the girth of his thick cock.
My hand couldn’t close around it.
“Your mouth,” I hissed. “Your beard when it rubs against me,” I added.
“You like it when I fuck you with my mouth, Angel?”
He withdrew his fingers, reached behind him and unlocked my legs, planting my feet on the mattress as he spread me out.
“I like it when you fuck me. Period. End of story.”
“Girl’s feelin’ loose,” he asserted. “Keep talkin’,” he grunted as he fisted his cock.
“Quit messing around, Blackie and give me what you and I both want,” I ordered as I sat up and closed my hand over his. “Give me this.”
He moaned encouraging me.
“Always,” I whispered as I pried finger by finger off, replacing them with my own. “Say it. Promise me.”
“Always,” he vowed.
“Now fuck me and fuck me like you want to, without restraint. I promise you I can take it,” I coaxed as my hand clenched around his cock and my other massaged his balls.
“Lace…” he struggled.
“Fuck me, Blackie,” I said, bringing my hand to my lips before licking my fingers and bringing them back down to his balls.
“Do it!” I demanded.
He growled before he shoved my shoulders and my back fell against the mattress.
“Turn over,” he ground out. “Now,” he hissed.
Excitement erupted inside of me as I flipped onto my back. I didn’t know what to expect and didn’t even care. I trusted this man completely and was eager for all the things he’d show me, for every experience he’d give me.
“Put this under your stomach,” he instructed, grabbing a pillow and smacking my ass.
I snatched the pillow from his hands and did as I was told, propping the pillow under me and lifting my hips.
“Give me that ass,” he demanded as his big hands glided over my ass. “Goddamn,” he muttered. “Clutch the pillow and stick that ass in the air,” he instructed.
I hugged the pillow to my middle and spread my legs, my ass propped in the air and his hands found my hips, dragging me against him. He didn’t ease in like the times before instead, he slammed his cock into me. I felt full, ready to burst as I pushed my ass against his pelvis and he continued to crash his hips against me.
“That what you want, Lace?” he ground out, letting go of my hips and cupping my breasts in his big palms forcing me to arch my back.
“God, yes,” I croaked, glancing down at his tattooed hands that covered my pale flesh.
“Got the sweetest cunt. You want to come baby girl?” he questioned breathless before he pulled his cock out from me.
“Blackie,” I protested, but before I could say another word he flipped me onto my back.
“Want to see your pretty face,” he explained, maneuvering my legs so one rested on his shoulder and the other tucked against his side.
A fresh sheen of sweat glistened over his body, his hair still wet from the shower fell recklessly around his face and his eyes darkened as he pushed into me.
He was beautiful.
And he was mine.
No one would take that away from me.
No maker.
No one.
I knew he was close by the way his face contorted and his pace quickened. Yet, he was determined to get me off rotating my hips. Each swirl of my hips had my clit grinding against him, giving me the friction, I needed to fall off the edge. I tried to sit up and reach for him, finally succeeding as my hands took purchase of his hips. I hung on for dear life as I felt my orgasm take over my body.
“So fucking pretty when she comes,” he groaned. “Shit!” He pulled away but my hands grabbed his ass and forced him back. He’s pulled out every
time since that first time, covering me in his release and while it’s hot as hell and I get off on it I wanted to know what it felt like for him to be inside me when he came.
It was safe, but he didn’t know that.
“I’m on the pill,” I said, breathlessly as I lifted my eyes to his. “Don’t stop, don’t stop,” I chanted, circling my hips as I tried to hang on to control. “Blackie!” I screamed as I dropped my head against his chest.
He cupped my chin, forcing my head back so our eyes met.
“Said, I want to see your face and fuck, girl, you’re going to look at me when I come inside you,” he declared. “Eyes up here,” he insisted, pointing his index and middle finger at his eyes.
It was like an out-of-body experience—looking into the eyes of the man I never thought I’d have, sharing one of the most intimate moments between a man and a woman.
“Keep ‘em open,” he hissed, fighting to keep his eyes open too, pumping me one last time and filling me with his release.
I’m pretty sure I fell even harder for him, something I didn’t think was possible.
He bent his head and took my mouth with his, kissing me tenderly.
I fell harder.
Even harder.
I was gone.
His hips slowed as he pulled away from my mouth and took a deep breath.
“See,” I rasped in between breaths. “You can keep up,” I tried to laugh, but it wound up becoming a lazy smile because I was too exhausted to even laugh.
But he did.
He actually chuckled before he kissed my cheek loudly as my leg dropped from his shoulder and he released the other. They dropped onto the mattress with a thud, everything ached and I loved every minute of it.
I whimpered as his cock left me, wondering if we could stay intertwined like that forever. He flipped onto his back and collapsed next to me, trying to catch his breath.
I reached for his hand, addicted to his touch and laced our fingers together as we laid in silence, listening to one another breathe.
“Can’t let you go,” he said so low I barely heard him.
I turned to him, nervously as he kept his eyes trained on the ceiling.
“What?” I questioned hoarsely.
He waited a beat before turning his cheek and staring back at me.
“You asked me before I left what will happen with us,” he started.
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