Digger
Capone crawled off the bed and went to the bathroom to clean up.
I couldn’t tear my gaze off Maci and the mess of pale hair spread over me. Lips parted, eyes closed, she relaxed between my legs, one hand under my thigh, the other arm crooked over her head, hand on my pelvis beside my limp dick. She’d fucking drained me dry, and all I wanted to do was curl up with her on my bed and close my eyes.
Capone returned and used a wet towel to wipe between her thighs.
She didn’t move except to sigh.
Once he finished, I yanked back the covers beside me, pulled her up over my body and settled her against the clean sheets. She pressed her face against my pillow, breathing deep and smiling.
Possessiveness swooped in, and even though the night was still young, I knew without doubt I wouldn’t share her again. “Rest for a while,” I said and kissed her forehead.
“’K,” she murmured, probably half asleep already.
I caught Capone’s attention, nodded toward his clothes, and pointed toward the door. I tugged on my jeans as he picked his clothes up off the floor, and I followed him out, quietly shut the door behind us.
“Poor woman needs to sleep,” I said, keeping my voice low as we walked down the hallway. “Did you notice how exhausted she was when you picked her up?”
He glanced over her shoulder. “No.”
I shook my head. Unobservant little fucker. I pitied the woman who ended up being the one to sink her claws into him.
Capone dressed in the living room while I dumped the warm beers down the drain and grabbed a couple new ones.
Sprawled in my chair, cold beer in hand, I peered down the hall at my closed bedroom door.
“Got it bad for her, huh?” Capone asked and took a long pull.
I did, and the thought didn’t sit well with me. “Yeah,” I admitted while scrubbing a hand down my face. “You?”
He shrugged in his casual, Capone way. “I told her I was just looking for a good time the first time I asked her out, so I’ll step out of the picture if that’s what you want.”
I met his blue-eyed gaze, thankful to find zero trace of jealousy or anger. Keeping Capone around meant I wouldn’t have to be vulnerable. Open myself up to the beautiful witch. But keeping him around meant he’d have his hands and mouth on her.
He grinned when I didn’t answer and finished the rest of his beer, his throat bobbing as he sucked it down. “I’m never going to get a taste of her again, am I?”
“No chance in hell,” I muttered even though I thought I’d made up my mind. Maybe the kid wasn’t as unobservant as I’d thought.
“No point in my hanging out, then.” Chuckling, he stood and stretched his back, plunking the empty beer bottle on the coffee table. “What if you aren’t what she wants?”
His words fucking stung, and I lifted my beer, needing the cool liquid sliding down my throat.
Still chuckling, he tugged on his boots. “Pretty sure she fell for you the second she laid eyes on you in the club that first time, so don’t worry.”
My brow rose.
“I fucked her that night, but she didn’t light up until you laid your hands on her two hours ago.”
“She’s fucking amazing,” I said, my gaze trailing to the hallway again, thinking about how she’d taken all of me, in every way.
“You’re welcome.” Capone winked at me and grabbed his coat.
“You’re really going to head out without telling her?” I asked as he strode toward my front door.
“I’m sure she won’t mind waking to find me gone.”
“You’re a bastard.”
“She won’t be the last I fuck and leave without saying goodbye. At least I’m leaving her in capable hands.”
I glared at him as he shrugged his coat on. “Someday a woman is going to break your heart, Capone.”
“Not gonna happen.” Grinning, he escaped into the cold, leaving me to finish my beer alone.
Within ten seconds, I put the beer aside and ambled back down the hallway.
Maci lay right where I’d left her, breathing deep. Passed out. In my fucking bed.
I turned off the light, pushed my unbuttoned jeans back off, and slid under the comforter beside her. She sighed and snuggled against my chest as I wrapped my arms around her. Her hair smelled like my shampoo. Her skin like my soap.
Every inch of her had been mapped out in my head, and even though I didn’t know her last name, I sure as fuck wanted her to stay in my bed.
****
Someone cried. Wracking sobs that furrowed my brow.
I opened my eyes to darkness. Maci faced away from me, the sounds of grief I thought I’d dreamed pouring from her lips and shaking her body.
The fuck?
“Hey.” I ran my hand down her arm, not sure if she was upset Capone was gone, or if we’d hurt her without my knowing it.
She rolled into me, burying her face in my chest, and I wrapped my arms around her as she sobbed.
“Shh…” I smoothed my hands down her back. Doing my damnedest to be gentle. “I’ve got you, Maci. It’s okay.” Similar words slipped past my lips as she continued to cry, and I wracked my brain for what the fuck had caused her break down.
Janie had done the same thing with Hawk not long after they’d met, but Maci didn’t seem to have been on a manic high earlier—I doubted she struggled with the same episodes.
When she’d arrived earlier that night, I knew something had been bothering her, though. The fact she’d held it in while Capone and I had worked her over had me thinking whatever it was hadn’t been such a big deal. My initial thoughts there was something wrong were spot on, I realized as she clung to me and cried until she had nothing left.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered some time later, sniffling and pressing her cheek against my chest.
“Did I hurt you?”
“No.” I waited, and she eventually inhaled a deep breath and pulled back enough to peer up at me in the darkness. “My mom passed away last week.”
I blinked as her words processed. “Fuck. I’m so sorry. Did Capone know?” I asked, my brow furrowing at the thought he could be callous enough to bring her over to my place so soon after her mom’s death.
“No,” she whispered. “I—I never told him.”
“You should have. What we did to you tonight—”
Maci pressed two fingers over my lips. “I wanted you to. I needed to escape the grief. I—I thought I’d finished with the tears, but guess not.”
Unsure of what to say, I pulled her close again. Her warmth, her softness overrode my usual control, and I found my cock swelling regardless of the situation.
“Did Capone leave?” she asked a few minutes later, her voice muffled against my chest.
“A few hours ago. I’ll take you home if you want to go.”
“I’m glad Mom’s suffering is over, but going back to the empty apartment … it sucks, you know?” Her voice wobbled, and I squeezed her tight.
“You’re welcome to stay the rest of the night with me if you want.”
“I—I’d like that.”
I know nothing about this woman… “Do you have to work in the morning?”
“I took some time off because of Mom. Making arrangements, that sort of thing. I’m off all next week, too.”
“Anything I can do to help?”
She sighed. “Everything’s done except for sprinkling her ashes around Pine River Pond.”
“Wakefield?”
“Yeah. We used to rent a camp up there before my dad died awhile back.” Her voice broke again, and I squeezed her close.
Fuck, this girl’s past… “Do you like waffles?”
“As long as there’s real maple syrup,” she replied with a sniffle.
“And bacon,” I added.
“Definitely.” A hint of a smile coated the word.
I found my lips rising in a crooked grin, and I hugged Maci close again, glad she wouldn’t be able to see my ugly face with how she pressed against me. “Coffee?”
“Sweet and blond, just like you.”
A snorted, sarcastic laugh shook my shoulders.
“What?” Maci pulled back to peer up at me, and again, I thanked fuck she couldn’t see my face clearly. “You’re blond. You’re sweet.”
“Sweet?” I snorted again and ran a hand down over her shoulder into the dip of her waist and over the swell of her hip where I rested my palm.
“Sweet,” she murmured again, leaning up to kiss me.
My dick jerked against her thigh, but I focused on her moist lips, her tongue, rather than the need to sink into her again.
She rolled on top of me, and I lay back, groaning as the wet lips of her cunt rubbed against my length. Guilt over wanting her again warred in my head, but the way she moved over me, sliding her slickness up and down my entire cock, tilting her hips to notch my flared head against her opening…
“Fuck,” I mumbled against her mouth. “If you don’t stop this, I’m going to take you again.”
“Got another condom?” she whispered and bit my lower lip.
I grabbed her hips to keep her still. “You sure about this?”
She bit my lip again.
“Little witch.” Leaning over, I swiped a condom out of the bed stand where I’d left them.
Maci grabbed it from me and sat up, tearing it open. My dick leaped at her touch as she slid it on, my teeth clenched. “Now…” She moved over my body, her tits soft against my chest. “Where were we?”
Palming her waist, I positioned her where I wanted her. “Right about here.” My balls seized up as she pressed back, notching my dick inside of her again.
“Here?” she asked, leaning down to bite my nipple.
“Fuck, yes.” My eyes clenched shut as she sank lower onto my cock, stretching herself, filling her tight, little cunt with every inch.
She let out a shuddered breath. “I can’t believe you fit inside me.”
I groaned, thankful as fuck that I did, and wrapped one of my hands in her hair. “Fuck me, beautiful witch.”
Maci lifted and rotated her hips in steady rhythm, nipping my nipple, my lips, driving me out of my fucking mind.
With a growl, I flipped her onto her back and slammed balls deep back into her pussy. “Fuck, this pussy…” Her wrists in my hands, I lifted her arms over her head, driving into her in full thrusts, pulling out and burying to the hilt. “So fucking good.”
“My God,” she whispered, staring up into my eyes as I continued to flex my ass and retreat, fucking her as hard as I could. My bed slammed against the wall. Maci panted beneath me, our eyes locked in the darkness. I untwined my fingers from hers. “Keep your hands overhead.”
She groaned as I slid my hands around her neck. Slight pressure brought another one to her lips as she arched her back, thrusting her tits at me.
“Like that?” I asked, squeezing a bit more.
“Fuck yes,” she whispered as I held her immobile, my cock slamming into her.
“Come around my dick. Let me feel you let go.” I captured her mouth, my tongue thrusting in time with my hips, tasting and taking how I wanted.
Maci fell apart beneath me, her body arching into mine as her cunt clenched down on my straining dick.
“That’s right, beautiful.” I grunted, one thrust away from blowing my load. “Milk me. Just like that…” My balls erupted, filling the condom as I groaned and sank my teeth into the tender skin of her neck, hard enough to leave a mark.