“I can tell from the look on your face you’re starting to rethink shit, darlin’, but it’s too late now,” I tell her with a grin.

I don’t know how the fuck to explain it. Never in my life have I enjoyed arguing with a woman before, but damn if it’s not fun as hell with Toi.

“Marcum, maybe we should talk about this,” she says, backing up on the bed, which makes me grin even more.

“I don’t want to talk.”

“You don’t?”

“Hell no. I’ve got other things I’d like to do with you.”

“But we’re fighting!”

“We aren’t fighting. You’re being pissy and I’m about to set you right.”

“Set me right?” she says, obviously getting her fucking panties in a knot again. Why I think that shit is cute, I don’t know—but I do.

“I’ve never claimed another woman like I’ve claimed you, Toi.”

“What about…”

“Spit it out, Dragonfly. Time’s a wasting and I got some handprints to put on your ass.”

“You’re not.”

“Toi, now,” I warn.

“Cherry! Okay. You claimed her. You can’t deny that.”

“Are you jealous, honey?”

“Stop that! You don’t get to do that!”

“What’s that?” I ask. I’m on the bed, stretching so my head is next to her hip. I can’t resist letting my hand travel up her thigh, through the gap of her robe. She slaps my hand and fuck, here I am laughing.

“Make me seem like the jealous girlfriend. Cherry was your woman, everyone knows that,” she huffs.

“She was my old lady, honey.”

“See, you admit it,” she growls—and she literally growls.

I lean down and place a kiss against her warm hip, tasting her. I let my tongue dip to her skin, teasing the flesh right before I take it between my teeth and tease it gently. At the same time, I let my hand travel slowly along the inside of her leg. I can feel the heat from her pussy before I get close.

Fuck, she really is perfect.

“I wasn’t a fucking choir boy, Toi. You know that. But what I gave Cherry isn’t what I’m giving you,” I confess, straightening my fingers out to push against the inside of her thigh. The tips of my fingers are brushing the lips of her pussy. I’m so close to the promised land, I could weep. It’s that fucking good. She’s wet too, and getting wetter. She can try to growl at me all she wants, but it’s not anger I’m making her feel—at least not all.

“You mean your dick,” she mutters. She tightens her thighs, and maybe she thinks that’s to keep me away from her sweet honey, but if anything, her hips push toward me.

“I mean, Toi, you get a part of me I’ve never given another woman.”

“What’s that?” she whispers, trying to pout. I hear the excitement she’s trying to keep at bay, however.

“My heart, honey,” I tell her, my fingers pushing between the lips of her pussy and zeroing in on her clit.

“You… you love me?” she asks, her eyes wide.

In that moment I hate myself, because I see the hope she’s harboring and too innocent to hide from me.

“I don’t really do love, Dragonfly,” I admit, almost wishing I’d just gone ahead and lied to her when I see her disappointment.

“Then what are you talking about?” she asks, moaning because I’m massaging her clit over and over. She’s losing herself to the sensation as her legs open, giving my hand more room.

I shift my position so I’m stretched above her. My fingers find her entrance and I slide them inside, while keeping my thumb pressed against her clit.

“I gave you my cut. I fought my own man over you and soon, Dragonfly, you’re going to have my name.”

“Your name?” she whimpers when I begin fucking her more purposely with my fingers. She’s going to come soon—but then, that’s what I want. I watch as desire and pleasure clash on her expression and her head rocks back and forth.

“You’re going to marry me, Toi. You’re going to be my wife.”

“I am?” she cries loudly, at the same exact moment I push her robe up her body and run the tip of my tongue over her clit.

“You’re the first for me, Toi.”

“What?” she asks.

“You’re the only woman that I’ve looked at and seen forever in her eyes. I’m keeping you Toi. You’re never getting away from me, Dragonfly.”

“Oh God, Marcum. I’m going to come.”

“You’re going to marry me too, aren’t you, Toi?”

“But—”

“Aren’t you, honey?”

“Yes! Anything! Just please, Marcum, finish me… Oh God, please make me come.”

“That’s my girl.” I smile. Hell, I’m close to fucking laughing again, but this time with complete happiness. My club is in fucking chaos, my kids are upset and Toi somehow has worked a miracle. I suck on her clit and twist my fingers inside of her, raking them against her walls. She disintegrates in my arms, jerking and quivering under my mouth. I use my body to keep her pinned to the bed, refusing to let her move. I eat her pussy and slowly bring her back down. Her fingers are twisted in my hair and she tries to hold my face exactly where she wants me.

Eventually I look up at her. Her breathing is so ragged her body is shaking with it. Her eyes are closed and she’s so beautiful like this.

Beautiful and mine.

“Toi, honey. I’m going to need you to see the doctor tomorrow,” I tell her.

As predicted, her eyes open and for a moment I find myself drowning in a sea of blue. Jesus, she is breathtaking.

“What?” she asks. “Why?”

“Your voice, honey.”

“Marcum, I told you there’s nothing they can do. I’ve been like this for a long time.”

“Then why have you been yelling at me, Toi?”

“Because… Wait… I…”

“Have been yelling at me, honey. Practically this whole time.”

Her mouth opens. It closes and then opens again and then tears begin falling from those beautiful blue depths. I don’t mind these tears though, because my Toi is happy and I can’t help but feel like I had a part in that.

Yeah. I’m keeping her.