Laying Catori down in her crib with her yellow binkie stuck in her mouth, Mac steps up behind me, his hands on each of my hips. Soft seductive little kisses tickle the back of my neck, his lips skimming every inch of my skin. I draw in a quick breath, for some reason I’m nervous. This is the first time having sex with him without being pregnant. Will it feel the same? Will he still find me attractive?

Turning where I stand, the look in his eyes make the self-conscious whispers fade. His eyes are determined, hooded and intoxicating. Gripping me by the thighs, he picks me up, and takes me into our room. Plopping me down on our bed, my legs and arms spring about everywhere. Within seconds, he’s on top of me, my bent knees allowing him in between, my fingers on his strong bare shoulders. His hot sticky breath warms my skin, the swell of his cock pressing against me. A familiar shiver bumps up my back with excitement and need.

“I’ve been waiting for you, Pocahontas,” he whispers against my cheek, his face against mine. I can’t respond, I’m so worked up I’m already breathing hard.

Slipping a hand up my shirt, he fists my tit and nips at my collarbone. His sharp teeth making my head loll back into the mattress. He’s in the zone, desire fueling his next move before he knows what it is.

“Are you wet?” His throaty voice does me in, and I begin to pull at his low-slung jeans.

Sitting back on his knees, his smoldering eyes watch my fingers unbutton, and unzip his jeans.

Shimmying them down, I’m surprised he’s not wearing boxers, his veiny cock falling out. I grab it, fisting it just under the head. A little bead of pre-cum presents itself and I rub my thumb over the velvety skin, my finger moving across the slit of his head and barbell in a circular motion.

Groans roll up his chest, and it soaks my panties. He’s so fucking hot, rugged, and smooth at the same time. Rolling his head, he enjoys me playing with his length.

I flick the head with my tongue, and the barbell bobs from me swiping at it. My mouth still on his cock, I lift my arms and scratch my nails up his abs and the little bit of chest hair before I drag them back down. He hisses, trails of red in the wake of my nails.

“Holy hell, woman. You’re going to make me blow my load all over your face.” Grabbing a hand full of my hair, and stares down at me. “I fully intend on blowing that cunt out tonight, so stop,” he exhales, his dirty talking has me biting my bottom lip in anticipation.

He presses against my chest, making me fall back.

Lowering himself between my legs, each of his hands tug at my sweatpants. Goosebumps race down my thighs, and my toes curl into themselves as he pulls them off my ankles and onto the floor.

His head dives between my thighs, his hand slowly tickling its way down the soft skin. Using one finger, he sweeps my panties to the side not bothering to take them off. My legs are spread wide, and I can’t see his face to tell what he might be thinking. I shift, uncomfortable in this position. Warm, amazing pressure swirls around my clit. My body arches and my eyes roll into my head. It feels so good and wrong at the same time. His tongue flicks and swirls at various speeds, he sucks gently and then hard.

“Yeah, you like that?” he groans against my wetness. He’s so arrogant, and yet I find it so sexy. I squeak in response and lick my bottom lip as I enjoy every second of his hot mouth on my pussy.

Two fingers slip into my dripping sex, and my body feels like an egg that’s been cracked and whipped into a concoction. I can’t move, so many things are happening at the same time. A wave of pleasure sparks through my pussy, causing me to yell out, grab at my hair, and stiffen at the same time.

My sex becomes sensitive instantly after coming, and I jerk my hips away from Mac’s swollen lips.

Lifting his head, his intense, smoldering forest eyes hold mine. I’m breathless and languid. Completely vulnerable in this position as I’m spread out before him. A bright blush heats my skin as I stare back at him.

“I’ve never done that before,” he admits licking his swollen lips.

Sitting up on my elbows, I eye him suspiciously.

“Bull! No way someone that good, has never done this before.”

“I’ll take the compliment, but porn is the true hero here,” he chuckles. “You’re dangerous, Simone. Your magnetism holds no bounds to what I want to do to you,” he continues.

I fall back onto the bed, and a blush spreads across my cheeks knowing I was Mac’s first at something so intimate.

I can’t help but feel special having something to hold over all the women he’s been with.

“Ready for another round, Pocahontas?” Lifting my head, I gaze at him. He’s on his knees in between my legs, pumping his dick with his hand. My mouth parts, unsure if I can handle another exhausting orgasm. “I’m not done with you yet.” His voice changes to something rough and possessive. I love it. Fisting my maroon laced panties, he rips them. The elastic the last thing to go as it snaps against my thigh, leaving a slight sting to my skin.

Before I can complain about his roughness, he’s pushing inside of me burying himself to the hilt. His head stretches me, his cock filling me. He feels so different now that I’m not pregnant. It hurts and fills me with so much pleasure at the same time.

“Take your shirt off.” He juts his chin at me, slowly pumping into me.

Lifting my back off the bed, I pull my top over my head, my heavy breasts falling free.

Leaning down his hot mouth envelops my nipple, his tongue licking its way up to my mouth.

He kisses me deeply, his hand replacing where his mouth was seconds ago.

Fondling my tit, he swirls his hips, his cock hitting me just right. Damn, I missed him, us, being connected.

“I could look at you like this all night,” he mutters, staring down at my flushed naked body.

Pulling out, a coldness rushes over my nipples making them hard as glass. He slaps my ass. “Flip over!” he demands. Quickly, I’m flipping over onto my chest and he spreads my ass cheeks. I tense.

“Not there, not yet!” I glance over my shoulder. A boyish grin tugs at his bee-stung lips, his eyes entertained by my inexperience.

“We got all the time in the world, I’ll take it slow… for now.” Hand at the base of his cock, he’s pushing back inside of me, and I relax knowing I’m not getting it up the ass. Yet.

His arm wraps around my front and gripping my chin. Stretching my neck to an uncomfortable position, he fucks me hard.

“You’re mine, Pocahontas, I will fuck every inch of this gorgeous body, and then do it again just because you want me to,” he breathes into the back of my head. I moan, his dirty fucking mouth making me wetter. He lets go of my face and suddenly pressure pushes into the bud of my ass. I tense, but I can’t stop as everything he’s doing feels so damn good. His sweaty hips pound into my ass cheeks as a finger slips inside. I can feel the jiggle of my breasts and hips every time we make contact, but it feels so good I can’t make myself care enough what I look like.

“Fuck you look good with my cock inside of you and my thumb up your ass.”

I whimper, moan, and take in every thrust he gives me.

His cock slides in and out, in and out, slowly building me to a point of breaking into a million little pieces. Like a comet hitting the atmosphere.

I fall face first into the bed, my hips in the air. With his hand in my hair, my legs open up even wider for him as I continue to combust. My eyes clench as little spasms swim through my entire pelvis.

“Right there!” he grunts, driving hard into me three more times. Warmth fills me, and it arouses me even more feeling him drip out of me with every thrust. Pulling himself from me, he falls on top of me, our bodies sticking from the sweat, we try and catch our breath.

Rolling to his side, he fists me by the hips, pulling me into the crook of his body. I’m hot, but too exhausted and worn out to move. I’ve never had sex like that before. My body is spent, and it can’t even lift itself to use the bathroom to clean up.

“For a classy chick, you sure like dirty shit in the sack, babe.” He chuckles behind me. I open my mouth to disagree, but my first time was a threesome and I did like his finger in my ass. So I close my mouth and cuddle closer to him.

* * *

A knock on the door has me stirring awake, and Mac gets up to answer it. I smile, he’s only wearing his boxers, his tattooed back displaying his club’s colors sexily. Turning my head to face the wall, I close my eyes to fall back asleep. My body sore in all the right places.

Voices sound from the other room, and I find it hard to go back to sleep. Hushed tones has me sitting upright in the bed.

“Who is it?” I grumble, but instead of Mac responding, he walks back into the room with an ashen look on his face and grabs his jeans from the dresser. My heart sinks, goosebumps racing across my arms.

“You need to come out here.” He rubs his chin anxiously.

Grabbing a shirt from the dresser, and some gym shorts, I finger my hair and step outside the bedroom.

Zeek turns, and my mother stands in the kitchen looking everything over. Her dark hair braided down her back and a gold headpiece dangles from her forehead, matching her red and gold gown.

“Mother?” The word wavers as I take in what’s happening. My mother is standing here in the suite with us. Where has she been? She turns, a slight smile tugging at her pink lips.

“Simone.”

“H-how did you find me? Where were you?” My mind races with questions that have been in the back of my head since the day I ran. I never thought she’d find me. I thought about trying to find her but wasn’t sure if she was running from something bigger than Veer.

“Well, when your father was murdered, I ran and hid. I never stopped moving. I didn’t know where you went, but I’ve been searching hospital records in the surrounding states, knowing you’d be giving birth soon, and I hit a mark here in Vegas, and got lucky,” she shrugs. Tears fill my eyes, and I rush to her, throwing my arms around her in an embrace.

She smells of spices and herbs… just like I remember. Clenching my eyes shut, I squeeze her tighter, not realizing how much I really missed her.

“I’m so sorry Simone, I never should have let your father do what he did.” She cries into my shoulder, and it takes me aback. My mother is so strong, to see her break down it truly shows how much regret she harbors.

“Wait, you had something to do with setting her up with that psycho!” Mac pulls us apart, trying to protect me. His face contorts into anger, stepping in between us.

“As soon as I saw the kind of man Veer was, I knew I had to intervene, and I did,” she explains, her strong demeanor back in place.

I tug at Mac’s arm pulling him out from in between us. “She’s right, Mac, if it wasn’t for her, I’d never have even had Catori.” Veer would have hurt me purposely to lose the child, or even killed me. “She helped me escape.” Briefly looking at me, his brows narrow with uncertainty.

“It’s not uncommon for arranged marriages, Mac. Doesn’t make her a bad parent,” Zeek butts in from leaning against the kitchen counter, his eyes hooded. “A lot of cultures do it.”

Mac points at him, his jaw sharp and flexed. “Piss off!” Zeek rolls his eyes, looking the other way. “Right, let’s not take advice from a man with two kids and a girlfriend.”

“Do you have a place, where are you staying?” I change the subject, curious how she’s been getting around.

“Yeah, I just checked into a room here at the casino,” she informs, her hand playing with her diamond earring as she takes in the suite. She may have left my father, but she didn’t leave her money behind I see.

“So you named her Catori?” She looks back at me with an approving grin.

“Yeah, Mac came up with it.”

She gazes toward Mac, sizing him up. Surely, she can’t complain considering we worked with men just like him.

“Spirit, I like it,” she finally says, smiling at Mac.

It occurs to me mother hasn’t even seen her grandchild. A knot forms in my stomach at the sudden thought that she may not want to see her. She’s not full Indian, and that was something that mattered to my father.

“Do you want to see her?”

Mother’s toffee colored face lights up, and she nods with glossy eyes.

“Wait, are you sure Simone?” Mac’s concerned face has my chest bloom with warmth. No matter what, he’s always protecting us. Catori’s going to hate him when she’s a teenager.

“Dude, chill, I patted her down when she came in,” Zeek says in passing, and my eyes widen.

“You patted down my mom!”

Mac grins, and Zeek shrugs me off like it’s a no brainer.

“He did, and I was impressed,” Mom points out, approving. “You can never be too safe,” she nods with a pointed finger.

Sighing, I grab her hand, and I lead her into Catori’s room. I was finally able to let her sleep in her crib just last week. I know Veer is gone, but the void in my chest I felt when I left her behind is a feeling I’ll never forget.

Entering the room, the walls are decorated with maps and worlds. A destination theme that the ol’ ladies came up with. We told them we were waiting until we moved into an actual house, but they weren’t hearing it. I love those women.

Catori’s little feet kick and twist her Paris blanket, her cooing making me smile.

She’s awake and blubbering away.

Mother steps up to the wooden crib and looks in. She gasps, covering her mouth as her eyes fill with tears.

“Oh my goodness, she’s so beautiful,” she sobs. “Can I hold her?”

“Of course?” I wave her on.

Reaching into the crib, she holds Catori’s fingers. Their skin color nearly identical, it’s tan and glowing.

“I’m Grandma,” she whispers to Catori. I’ve never seen my mother smile so big. A hiccup of delight catches in my throat, and I press my hand to my chest to calm myself.

Mac stands in the corner like the protective father he is and watches closely.

“I had her early,” I inform. Mother looks at me with curious eyes. “ I—I can’t have any more children,” I mutter. Sympathy wrinkles her face before she gazes back to Catori.

“She’s all you need. She’s everything,” Mother approves. “She was worth every bloodshed, and bullet casing.”

“I know,” I agree, knowing I’m very lucky.