I reach for the hem of the tank top she has on underneath and tug it up. Her breasts jiggle in the confines of the black lace bra she has on under it. I drop the tank next to me and marvel at the beauty in front of me.
I place a palm on her side and run my thumb over her smooth skin. She reaches for my T-shirt to return the favor. I lift my arms. She comes to her knees to pull the shirt all the way off.
Sitting back, still straddling me. She reaches to trace my Assholes 4 Life tat. She starts at the smoke that billows over my right shoulder. Deacon is a master tattoo artist.
The replica of the crash looks so realistic. The larger the tat the more detailed it is on each asshole’s body. Each one designed specifically for us as an individual. When Skittles gets to the car wreck with the letters scrolled through it over my peck, I flex and watch her bite her lip.
“I will forever be grateful for that night. It was one of the worse nights of my life, but it brought me the best part of my life,” she says then leans to kiss my chest over the tat.
She straightens and I trace her face from her temple, over her cheek, and allow my fingers to softly crawl at her jaw. She releases a gasp when I wrap her throat with my fingers. My blood starts to pump faster as I watch the desire that fills her eyes.
“Lie back,” I command.
She does as I say. I follow, not releasing my hold until she’s flat on her back. I reach for the jumpsuit at her waist and drag it down her body to pull it the rest of the way off, revealing a pair of black lace boy shorts.
I lean into place a kiss on her mound but force myself not to take a taste. Instead, I move to peel her socks from her feet. Mayven sits up and reaches for my belt buckle.
I look down and watch as she gets my belt and pants open. She pulls my jeans and boxers down to my knees. I push them the rest of the way off for her.
“Turn around and get on your hands and knees.” The order comes out huskily.
She wastes no time following the directive. Her full ass comes into view and I groan. The way her panties hug her butt is a sight to behold.
I lean in and trace the lace edge with my tongue. Palming both cheeks, I can’t help but wonder how I got here. I’ve gone from wanting this woman so bad, I was willing to throw all my rules out the window to having her in my bed every night.
Something on the inside snaps. I tug her panties down her legs, needing to taste her and claim every inch of this body. I part her cheeks as I plant my hands back on them and dive in for her core.
“Will,” she moans.
I push my thumb into her wet folds before bringing her juices out and dragging them up to her puckered hole. I circle it and go back for more lubrication. I don’t stop eating her pussy as she cries and pleads for more.
“Relax,” I breathe against her soaked flesh when I start to push my thumb into her ass, and she tenses.
I’ve eaten her ass before, but I’ve never penetrated. Not with my cock. She’s been all for a finger in there while riding me. This is a new level for us.
It’s a level she accepts as she relaxes and lets me in. I take my time, turning my head to lick her inner thigh. I return to her honey, reaching around with the other hand to massage her clit.
“Mm,” I groan when she convulses and creams my face.
I flatten my tongue against her center and drag it up to her hole that I’m preparing. The front of her body slumps. I chuckle and slap her right cheek.
“I’m too big for this virgin hole. I know your ass, so before you start a fight and ruin this, no, I’ve never used anything I’m about to use on you on anyone else and no, I’ve never had anyone up here,” I say.
She looks over her shoulder. “You think you know me so well,” she teases, her voice lust drunk.
I move over on the bed to reach into the nightstand for my stash. I grab a few condoms, some lube, and a butt plug. I had thought to go tender tonight, but I think we both need something a little more rough.
I look over to find her eyes on me. The trust there makes me want to do this so much more. I reposition myself behind her and start to cover the plug with lube.
I’m twice the size of this thing, but it’s enough to get her ready to let me in. I pour some lube between her cheeks before I toss it aside and reach around to finger her wet pussy. When she begins to moan loudly, I start to push the plug in.
“Oh,” she says in surprise.
“Just relax.”
I pull my hand from her sheath and grab the base of my cock. Guiding myself forward, I tap at her fat lips with my length. I take a few passes through her slick folds without entering her.
“Will,” she pleads and wiggles her ass.
I push my cock in and fully seat the plug at the same time. I’m only halfway in with my length as her walls pulse around me. Grabbing her hips with both hands I start to give us both what we need.
“That’s it, baby girl. Bounce on that cock. Show me you can take it,” I grunt.
I bite down on my lip. She so wet, her pussy is making that sound I love. I pulse inside her. I love the way she works her ass and hips.
“You feel so good,” she moans. “Harder, baby.”
I smile and pick up the pace. I pound into her like this kitty stole something from me. I would say it did if the woman hadn’t stolen my heart first.
I release her hips and place one hand at the center of her back. My gaze is riveted to the bounce of her cheeks, the ripple of her flesh is such a turn on. The pop, pop, pop sound of my pelvis hitting her butt is a bonus.
I’m getting deep which is driving her crazy from the sounds of her cries and yells for God and Jesus. Then she settles on calling my name over and over, making me feel like a fucking god.
There’s so much cream around my cock, can’t believe she hasn’t come on me yet. This is only the prelude to what I feel building up inside her.
I reach to grab one of her breasts and squeeze it in my palm. That’s all she needed. She comes so hard around me, I growl. That seems to make her quake harder.
She flattens her torso to the bed. I pull out and bend to lick at the tat at the base of her spine while releasing her bra. When the fabric falls away. I lick from her tat up to her nape.
“Stay with me, baby. I have so much more for you,” I say.
She whimpers, probably unable to form words. I chuckle and move to feast on her core. I stroke myself as I hum into her.
Again, I can’t believe I almost lost her tonight. This possessive feeling that fills me threatens to consume me. I lap at her hard, more vigorously as if that will solidify my claim.
“This is mine,” I say as she comes for me again.
All the money in the world couldn’t give me more satisfaction than the pleasure I bring to this body. Seeing her fall a part over and over is a gift.
I reach for a condom and suit up before I reach to remove the butt plug. I pour more lube between her cheeks and massage it across her skin and around her pucker. Slowly, I glide just the tip into her snug hole. She reaches back to push at my thigh.
“Oh shit,” she breathes.
“Relax. I’ll take my time. You have to relax and let me in,” I coach.
It’s a struggle at first. I reach around to circle her clit with my thumb. She relaxes a bit when I push three fingers inside her.
“Yeah, baby, just like that.”
Skittles
* * *
It is in this moment I know I love this man. For years, I promised no man would ever do what he’s doing. Yet here I am.
I breathe through my nose and give myself over to the sensation. His fingers pumping in and out of my core aid me to relax. Pit leans in and latches his lips on my neck.
“I love you, Mayven. I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you,” he says against my skin.
“I love you too, Will.”
He lifts up and starts to move in and out in earnest. I fist the sheets and my eyes cross. I holler because it gets so good, I don’t know what else to do.<
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I never knew this could feel this way. I’m so full of him, but my body wants more. Him working my core at the same time is only adding to the pleasure.
My orgasm is racing forward. My heart palpitates, my vision blurs. I’m so overwhelmed by this man; tears start to fall.
This is my ultimate trust. I hand him my mind, body, and soul. Then I black out.
Chapter 36
An Opening
Pit
* * *
I chuckle. Skittles has passed out. I’m right there so I pull out, take the condom off and stroke it out. I groan as my cum shoots out all over her back and ass.
I take a moment to catch my breath. Looking down at my woman, a smile comes to my face. She’s so fucking gorgeous.
I have a few more rounds in me, but I suck it up, she’s exhausted. It’s been a long night and a stressful one at that. I have a lifetime ahead of me and this woman. One night won’t kill me.
My better judgment has me climbing from the bed. I take the condom and the plug into the bathroom to toss and clean. After I clean the plug and myself, I grab a cloth and wet it to go out and clean Skittles up.
When I’m done, I take the cloth back into the bathroom and then return to climb back in bed and pull her into my arms. My mind won’t shut off. I lie staring at the ceiling.
I hate the unanswered questions lingering in my head. I run my fingers up and down Skittles back as I try to calm my thoughts. My baby is so fucking strong. I think of Leo. If I could only see pictures of him once a day to prove to me he was okay, I’d—
“Fuck,” I say into the darkness. I slide from beneath Skittles and look for her phone. I find it in our pile of clothes at the foot of the bed. It’s locked. I turn and shake Skittles’ shoulder.
“Baby, wake up. I need you to unlock your phone for me.”
“What?” she murmurs, turning on her back and tossing her arm over her face.
“The last pictures they sent of Shawna. I need to see them. Unlock your phone for me.”
She sits up sleepily and takes the device from me. She unlocks it quickly and hands it over. Son of a bitch.
“They’re back in Vander. I remember the background from when I was little. I know where they are.”
I jump out of the bed and grab a pair of sweats to toss on. Not bothering with a T-shirt, I barrel down the stairs with Skittles’ phone clenched in my hands. This is the break I needed.
When I burst from behind the door, Rome is still right where I left him staring at his computer screen. Ox is seated at the table with him. They both look up.
“Roman, remember that old mill? The one we used to ride our bikes to,” I say hurriedly.
“Yeah, they shut that place down.”
“Find me homes in that area. That’s where they are,” I say and hand him the phone.
“I think I know exactly where they are,” he says.
“Good, let’s go.”
“You might want to hold on. I was just about to text you. You’re going to want to see all of this.”
The tone of his voice tells me he’s about to piss me off. I move to sit in my chair. Skittles who’d just come through the door comes to sit on my lap with an anxious look on her face.
“Okay, go on,” I say.
Chapter 37
Belongs to Me
Pit
* * *
“You sure you want to do this?” Rome asks. “I can handle it for you.”
There are still a ton of unanswered questions, but this needed to be done first. Shawna will sleep in a bed she can trust tonight. I’ve had a few guys sitting on the place to make sure Shawna isn’t moved again. We worked all night and day to pull together all the recon for this.
“Nah, this needs to come from me.”
“I understand that,” Ox says. “But are you sure you want to leave her behind. She’s going to be beyond pissed.”
I turn to look back at Skittles’ brownstone. Yeah, she’s going to be pissed, but this is the way it’s going to be. I said it before, I’ll say it again. There are things I will never allow her next to.
“This ain’t for her. Cirah knows what to do if we’re not back before she wakes.”
Ox purses his lips and shakes his head. Yeah, I know what he’s thinking, but I normally don’t get my hands dirty or at least you’d never know I was there. I’ve learned to play my position well.
However, this is an exception because it involves my woman. For this, I want to be there when Danny sees his end coming for the first time. It needs to be me who brings him to his fate. I promised.
Skittles is going to be pissed at me, but I made the decision to leave her behind. She’ll get her chance, but she doesn’t need to be involved in this. I won’t place her in an uncontrolled environment.
“Let’s go,” I say and climb into the blacked-out SUV.
The other two identical vehicles behind us fall in line as we take off. I had to call on a different type of crew tonight. This is Skittles, my brothers would risk it all for her. Funny, I never really thought of how close I’ve become with them until now.
A few of them have tossed around the brother title, but I’ve been reluctant to attach myself to the assholes with titles. Until now.
Just like I couldn’t let Skittles get involved in this part, I would never put them in this position. It’s what makes me so good at what I do, never put the wrong people in a room together.
Roman rolls to a stop a short distance from the property we’re about to storm. He pulls out what looks like a tablet. I look over to see the heat images on the screen.
This guy is the best. From that single photo he knew exactly where this place was. It was the angle of the old mill clock tower.
This is the only property on this side of the mill clock. It was a big deal back in the day. Some rich guy built it but abandoned it for some reason.
It’s changed a few hands since. The story has been a whispered rumor, but not too quiet for Roman not to remember. People in Vander and Bridge Lake lose interest fast and move on, but this story lingered enough.
“Toni, switch modes and find me the girl,” Rome says into the comm.
Within seconds the real-life images from within the house appear. Clear pictures show each room. Rome taps on the one with Shawna. She’s in a downstairs bedroom, sitting on the bed with her head down.
She looks up right as we focus in on her room, and I know for a fact it’s her. She looks so much like Skittles, my chest tightens. I have to remind myself of the plan, so I don’t lose my shit and change it.
I can’t end his life. Not yet.
“Where’s Clavier?” The question comes out harder than I intend it to.
Rome taps the screen twice more. Danny appears. He’s upstairs in a room with five others who seem to be on guard. He’s on the phone pacing.
I snort. I’d break his ass with one hit. I crack my neck, ready to roll. Pieces still aren’t fitting together, but I’m sure they will after this.
“You boys ready?” I say into my ear comm. I want to be back before Skittles wakes and finds me gone.
“As ever,” Ox says from the back seat.
I get an affirmation from the others in the other two SUVs. Rome nods from the driver’s seat.
We all jump from the cars, three remain behind to drive, encase we need a clean get away. We follow the shadows to the front gate. Roman and I take down the first two at the entrance, with silencers on the ends of our rifles.
Rome signals for us to follow him through the gate. I bring everyone to a stop when we get in and start to break them into teams. I point for four guys to follow and take the front with me and Rome.
I point another six to follow Ox. “Ox, round the back. I’m heading up to our target,” I say. The remaining four I send to fan out and cover us all.
“I’m going for Shawna,” Rome mutters and takes off without waiting for anyone to follow him.
I don’t take offense. He’s used to working alone. H
e’ll be fine. Although myself and the guys going through the front with us are right on his heels.
We all move in quickly, stepping out of the shadows. Rome and I rush the front door. Three targets, three headshots without flinching, that’s how Rome rolls. I grin and shake my head.
I signal for the guys behind me to clear this floor for our exit. I take to the stairs and find my next target. I place two in his chest, one in the head and step out of the way for him to fall down the stairs. Having more comfort with my Glocks, I place the rifle on my back and pull my pistols.
A voice reaches my ears as I get to the top of the landing. “This wasn’t the plan.” The words fill the air. Apparently, Danny is none the wiser that I’m coming for him. “What’s next? What happened the other night?” There’s another pause.
“What do you mean it’s none of my business? You came to me. I should kill the bitch and be done with this.” He’s silent for a second. “Tell that shit to someone who cares.”
I move into the room right as he hangs up. Without a thought, I light up the four men in the room with him. They should’ve picked better company to keep.
“Hello, Danny. I hope that bitch you plan to kill doesn’t belong to me,” I say and tilt my head as I look at him. Skittles belongs to me, so by proxy so does Shawna. Danny looks at me like he’s going to shit his pants. I grin. “Let’s go, your bitch ass is coming with me. I have someone I want you to meet.”
See, nice and easy. That’s the way I needed this done. I can do nice.
Skittles
* * *
“Pit?” I inhale and murmur, reaching out for him.
The moment I fully wake, something doesn’t feel right. I’m in my bed where I fell asleep while Pit massaged my back. We came here to shower and change clothes after the plan was set to rescue Shawna.
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