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Where the hell is she? I’ve checked our room already. I’ve been dragged to one part of the clubhouse to the other, giving my statement, checking with the lawyer for Barlow, discussing how we need to handle the shit with Nero’s half-brother, Enzo. It’s way past dinnertime and I haven’t seen Maci all day. My mind is running every option of where she could be when I run into Corban in the hallway.

“Watch where you’re going, Prez,” Corban grumbles, his eyes never leaving the stack of papers he’s holding.

 “Pot meet kettle, asshole,” I bark. “Doesn’t seem like you were paying attention yourself.” Yeah, I know I’m being a dick, but with everything going on I’m on edge.

Now the fucker’s eyes meet mine. “Grumpy much? Damn. We’re all working nonstop at shit, Prez. Even your Old Lady.”

Maci’s been working? “Where is she? I’ve been looking for her, but…”

Corban raises his chin in the direction behind me. “Your office.”

I don’t even give him another word and just turn and start walking.

“Wouldn’t do that if I were you…she kicked me out an hour ago.” Corban’s chuckle fills the hallway as I reach for the doorknob.

Fuck him, that’s my woman in there and she’d better not mess with me right now.

Except, when I close the door behind me and flip the lock, I hear her stern voice. “Get the hell out, Corban. I told you I need to get this done, and I can’t do that with you muttering out curses and humming idiotic sounds you call stupid ass songs.”

“And what is it exactly you need to get done, Captain Cookie?” I ask as I see her shoulders tense at the sound of my voice.

Maci drops the pages she was holding and scurries around the desk. “Nothing.”

Okay, this spikes my fucking attention. “Nothing, huh?”

“Nope. What about you? How’s Barlow, any news?” She’s got sincere worry etched on her face, so I let the fact that she was hiding something slide for a moment.

“Shit might take a little longer. Stan Ramming, the lawyer, will try to get him out as soon as possible. The overkill Barlow did is one thing, but…fuck. He was all battered up when Stan talked to him.” I tip my glasses up and rub my eyes before I set them back on my nose. “Barlow didn’t say a damn word who had done that to him. He didn’t have to because he told Stan to give me a message; eyes on Tracy. Seeing as Ronnie dragged him off, I think it’s logical to say that fucking partner of Tracy kicked him around.”

Maci reaches up and gently slides my glasses off and sets them down on the desk. “Headache?”

I give a little shake with my head. “Nah, it’s nothing, wearing my glasses gives me some form of comfort. It’s more like headache prevention, with all the buildup stress concerning the different shit that’s going on. We also have two exhibitions coming up. Well, had, because Corban should have cancelled one by now, seeing Barlow’s art was destroyed when we lost the gallery. It’s like we’re being attacked from every angle at once, you know?”

“I can’t even begin to imagine what Barlow is going through now, the things he lost.” Empathy flows through her eyes. “I saw some pictures of the wooden sculptures he’s created. He’s really talented with the wood carving. Corban showed me a video on YouTube, just a few minutes, a pencil, a knife, one hell of a masterpiece,” Maci beams, appreciation radiates from her voice.

It’s another punch to my gut. Barlow was pumped up about this shit with Nero and the gallery. Probably the reason he was fierce in his search to nail this guy. Then Nero threatened to do something to the woman that was clearly under his skin, because he talked about it to me earlier. Yeah, no wonder he pumped the guy full of lead.

My head swivels around to the desk, glancing at the papers she was looming over when I walked in. “What were you doing?”

A sly smile hits her face, her fingers trail down my chest. “Better get your mind on what I’m doing now, or better yet…what I’m going to do.” Her voice is all husky.

My breath catches in my lungs when she slides down to the floor. Her gaze meets mine, pupils dilating into black orbs where desire swirls so vividly with the promise that I’m about to be swallowed whole.

Maci’s fingers reach for my belt. I’m about to stop her, tell her she doesn’t need to do this…make me feel better, relieve the stress…shit like that. But the sight before me? Her whole face and demeanor? It screams that she needs this as much as I do. It’s a primal hunger of raw need. The need to connect, to own, to belong.

“I fucking love you.” My voice is hoarse, uttering the words that fall freely from my heart.

Her eyes close for the briefest moment, as if she takes in my words.

“And I love you more.” She voices it, and it’s like the air surrounding us is loaded with our love.

There’s no room for anything else, this is the thing people dream about. The shit people write songs about. We’ve fucking got it, and I for damn sure won’t ever let her go.

“Get your hands on me, release my cock ‘cause it’s getting too damn hard to keep it inside my pants,” I croak. I need to feel her lips around my cock. I’m about to combust as it is.

She groans. “So impatient.”

“Sweetheart, impatient isn’t the word I would use to describe the need I have to feel my magic cross hit the back of your throat.” My last words slide into a moan as she palms my cock.

My jeans hit the floor. Somewhere a tiny bit of my brain functions enough to toe off my boots and kick off my pants so I can widen my stance. I damn well need it to keep rooted to the ground because the moment she wraps those sinful lips around the head, my balls are ready to surrender.

Daaaaaamn. My eyes roll into the back of my head as I grip her face with both hands and push her back. My cock falls out with a loud plop.

“Fuck,” I snap.

She’s sitting on her heels, confusion on her face. Reaching down, I grab her underneath her arms and pull her up, throwing her over my shoulder with ease as a yelp of surprise leaves her throat.

“I need to be laying down for that shit, love. I can’t hold back my orgasm when I’m trying like fuck to stay upright at the same time.” With my cock pointing forward, leading the way, I smack her ass and walk over to the door that connects my office with my bedroom.

I’ve combined the two since I work crazy hours. You never know when inspiration hits so I need to be able to walk straight out of bed into my workspace, and vice versa. I let Maci slide down my body when I’m standing in the middle of my room.

I make quick work of locking both doors, making sure it’s just us, no one getting out, no one getting in. Stalking back to her, I peel off every inch of clothing she’s wearing. After I’m done, I grab the hem of my shirt and let it fall to the floor.

Walking past her, I place myself on the middle of the bed, tucking my hands underneath my head, while my other head is waving in the air, dying to get my woman’s lips wrapped around it.

“Get over here,” I growl. “Ass in the air, pointing at me while your lips go around my cock, swallowing my piercings one at a time.”

I see her chest rising and falling at a rapid rate while her feet match the speed, making her way toward me. Her knees hit the mattress as she now slowly advances at me. Her fingers trail up my leg while her eyes are focused in a hungry stare at my dick that twitches underneath her gaze. Pre-cum leaks out with a warning that it’s ready to erupt at any given time. 

Although I want to watch her eyes as she swallows my dick, the need to finger her tight cunt is stronger. She positions herself just like I ordered her, ass up in the air while she wraps her lips around the head, taking the first two piercings while she hollows her cheeks.

Sliding one hand down her ass, I land between her legs at her slick entrance. “Fucking perfection. Both sets of lips are the addiction I will never tire from. Made for me, for my dick to slide in, my fingers to pump, my tongue to devour. Come sit on my face, Maci, I need to taste you, drink the orgasm I intend to suck right from your soul.”

“Christ, you’re good with your mouth,” she mutters and swings a leg over me, placing that sweet cunt right in front of my face.

A chuckle rips out of me. “You have no idea, but I intend to make sure you feel how my tongue can lash out more than a few words.”

She fucking hums around my cock, making my fingers dig into her hips. Shit. My hips buck when I feel my piercings hit the back of her throat. It’s a good thing I’m on my back already because I know for sure all my strength to stay upright would have been blown away. Surrounding her clit and the piercing that rests upon it, I suck the hard, little nub while flipping the barbell for a little payback.

Or so I think because she starts to moan and suck my cock like there’s no tomorrow. And let’s face it…at this moment I don’t fucking care about tomorrow. Right now, this moment, is enough to buy me a lifetime. That’s right, because she owns me. The way she heats the blood in my veins, the pumping of my heart to make it flow through my body. I’m solely alive for her.

 I feel her cunt pressing down on my face, she’s leaning up by the feel of it. Her fingers still pump over the base of my dick, sliding up and down along the Jacob’s ladder, slick with her saliva.

“Don’t stop. Yes…do that again.” Her words rasp out, as if it’s a struggle to draw air in her lungs.

I nip at her clit again before I slide the tip of my tongue in her cunt, prodding inside. Her juices are already covering my face and even that’s not enough. When I feel her mouth around my dick again, I have to lift my head to follow the sweet taste. It’s not enough, I need to switch things up. I grab her hips and lift her off me.

Sitting up, I swat her ass. “Back against the headboard.”

Confusion spreads her gorgeous face as she slowly backs up. I stalk toward her like a fucking lion closing in on its prey. And it’s exactly that. Her cunt is what I’ve set my eyes on, aiming to devour it. Her hovering over me a moment ago was only baiting the beast inside me. I need to taste, swallow, own it.

My arms slide underneath her legs, pulling her slightly to me as I settle in between them. My mouth closes down over her clit while my gaze collides with hers. Maci’s hands flash to my head, fingers tugging my hair. Is she pulling me off? Pulling me closer? Fuck if I know, but her head falls back, causing our connection to break. Not. Fucking. Happening.

“Here, goddamn it,” I vibrate the words in a loud growl against her slick cunt.

Eyes back on me again, she swallows intensely before she gives me a slight nod, understanding what I need; watch as I give pleasure while taking what’s mine. You belong to me, and only me.

 I’ve never felt so damn possessive in all my life. Hell, I’m even demanding her to see for herself to whom she belongs. How screwed up am I? Yeah, and I don’t care one fucking bit. I’m embracing that shit, because she tasted like heaven before, but her taste changes into the sweetest of flavors right before she screams my name and rides my face to keep the vibration going.

The instant she sags down slightly, fingers loosening in my hair, I take advantage and crawl my way up her body. I make sure to pull her down so she’s flat on her back, away from the headboard. I take her mouth to mingle our taste, trading one set of lips with the other. I slide right into her tight heat as I feel her legs wrap around my waist.

I grip her hair tightly in my fist and pull her face back. “You ready for my cum to brand you? Because that’s gonna….”

Aw, hell.

Her nails drag down my back. “Fuck me harder, X. Give it to me.”

My hips are already pounding back and forth, slamming with an explosive drive to surge deeper inside, yet she’s asking me to raise it another notch? Damn. Have I mentioned how fucking lucky I am?

My knees slide forward, lifting her ass up so I can hit deeper and she instantly starts to hug my cock in frantic waves. I want to look in her eyes to see her come again, but I can’t. I’m overwhelmed by the sensation as my forehead hits the pillow beside her.

Turning, I take her earlobe between my teeth and breathe into her ear. “Gonna…aaahhhh...ffffuuuccckkk.”

My cum pumps as if it’s been fired from my toes. Stars swamp my head as my vision blurs. It takes every-fucking-essence from my body as I spill myself inside her regretting the fact that my seed can’t hit home.

The second I regain the control of my breathing, I voice my thoughts. “You’re getting off birth control.”