I yawned, blinking back the sleep and trying to crack my eyes open. It had been a long night with work at X-Rated, and then that fun trip to the hospital and practically straight off to Macy’s birthday without much of a breather in between.

I was completely exhausted.

And, so it seemed, was the sleeping beauty laying with her head on my chest and her arm across me snoring gently.

I couldn’t help but laugh softly, trying not to jostle her, but failing epically as she groaned and peeked up at me from beneath a set of fucking low, thick lashes. “Stop moving.”

“You want a pillow that doesn’t move, get one filled with feathers or something,” I threw back with a smirk. “I actually have to breathe.”

She groaned again, rolling off me and over onto her other side. “I worked like three nights straight so that I could fly up here for the weekend, as well as going to classes during the day,” she grumbled almost inaudibly. But what I did catch made me freeze for a moment.

“You didn’t tell me you had a job,” I noted, slowly and carefully, noticing the way her body tightened and got a little stiffer compared to the relaxed, sleepy goddess she’d been a few seconds earlier. “Does Leo know you have a job? Because I’m pretty sure he didn’t mention it either.”

She rolled herself off the bed, her feet landing with a thump on the floor. “Everyone will probably be back—”

“They’re already back. They came in about an hour ago.”

“I should go down and—”

“Meyah.”

The warning was there. I thought we’d just been through this.

What the hell kind of job would make her feel like she couldn’t tell me about it?

She looked down at me, her lips pursed and wrinkled up her nose. “It’s no big deal, you know.”

“So then you can tell me about this no big deal.” I swung my legs over the side of the bed, already feeling a little better after letting my injury have some rest. I looked over my shoulder at her. “If I have to come round there…”

She pulled her lip in between her teeth. “All right, all right, Mr. Dramatic.” She folded her arms across her chest. “It’s a nightclub.”

There was more to it than that.

I got to my feet, taking several purposeful steps around the bed where she stood a little taller. She didn’t move away when I threaded my fingers through her hair, holding her close, knowing she could feel my cock pressing against her. It had been hard since I’d woken up to her body pressed against me, even though she was still completely dressed. She released her lip, her mouth falling open just slightly as I held her captive.

“You wouldn’t be missing a few details would you, fury fists?”

The smart ass little shit looked up at me and smirked like she knew what she was going to say next would rile me up, but she also knew she was going to love every moment I punished her for not telling me.

“It’s part strip club, part nightclub.”

My heart leaped into my throat at the thought of Meyah being on stage. Men watching her dance with some sexy kind of fucking outfit on her body showing off her perfect curves.

I leaned in. “Here’s where you tell me you only serve drinks, and that you’ve never been on that stage.”

I could already feel the way her body lit up with delight. Her breathing changed. Her body moved of its own accord.

Then she whispered back. “Here’s where I tell you I have… and, to be honest, I kind of liked it.”

A growl came like a low hum in my throat, and her body instantly reacted. A shudder started at the bottom and worked its way up her spine.

“Other men, looking at you shake your ass on a stage?”

“I’m not really a shaker,” she retorted, the corner of her mouth twitching.

Damn. This fucking woman had really stepped up her game since she’d been gone. Looking me in the eye. Calling me out.

“I tend to sway.” She moved her hips, twisting them from side to side, pushing forward so the front of her jeans swiped across my cock.

With both hands I grabbed her hips, afraid if she kept going that I was going to embarrass the hell out of myself and just cum in my briefs. My hands held her still while she looked up at me, daring me, her eyes sparkling playfully.

“You know you’re gonna have to quit that job, right?” I told her as I lifted her light, flowy shirt up over her head, leaving her in a black and red lacey bra which made my mouth water.

This girl—no, this fucking woman—who, six months ago was shy, introverted, and angelic, is standing here and looking up at me with love and lust and sex in her eyes like a vixen.

“The job earns me money,” she challenged as I moved my hands to the button on her jeans, just standing and allowing me to address her like I was her personal slave.

“You don’t need money,” I threw back as the zipper came down, exposing matching lace. My eyes looked up at hers, and she flashed me the most beautiful, sexy smile I’d ever seen. “I’ll give you money,” I continued, this time, my voice cracking a little as I took in the woman in front of me.

She was unashamed. She was proud. She was fucking mine.

“My turn,” she whispered, pushing me back so that my knees hit the bed, and I sat down. My heart was already in my fucking throat, but as she dropped to her knees, I started to realize she thought she was winning this. She thought she was finally in control. Thought she would distract me. Make my mind wander so I wouldn’t force her to quit this stupid job.

Meyah needed to focus on study. She didn’t need to be working fucking nights in some God-knows-fucking-what place, serving drinks to guys who would kill to get in her pants.

She was fucking mine.

Just like every other man in this clubhouse, I look after what’s mine.

And while it wouldn’t hurt for her to have a few moments where she felt like she had control, then I would show her why she didn’t.

Her soft, gentle hands pulled at my briefs, tugging them down my thighs and tossing them over her shoulder. My cock was already standing at attention, waiting for her, thick and rock fucking hard. The instant she wrapped her fingers around it, I couldn’t stop the groan that left my mouth. I leaned back, bracing my hands behind me, not caring it stretched my injury because right at that moment, the pleasure was so much fucking worth the pain.

Her eyes looked up at me as she slowly ran her hand up and down, pulling at it gently, rolling her hand over the head before moving back down. Felt like fucking heaven, I was already floating on a damn cloud.

Then she leaned in, her hand tightening as she swirled her tongue around the top.

I flinched, sitting up straight, my hand reaching for her hair, grabbing it in one of my fists. I was gonna fucking lose my shit before she could even put it in her mouth. I needed to take this slow. This was what fucking almost three months without her had done to me. Just one look from those creamy chocolate eyes, and I was fighting not to blow my load.

Her mouth fell open, and she looked up at me as I tried to breathe.

“Slow,” I demanded. The order harsh, but the only thing I could get out right now without flipping her onto her back and pounding my cock inside her.

She wanted to feel powerful, I wanted to give her that moment.

“Yes, sir,” she whispered in delight, knowing that would hit its mark.

“When did you turn into this sexy, teasing little minx?” I asked as she ran her tongue up the underside of my dick and then took the head in her mouth, all while looking me in the eye.

She released it with a pop and smiled. “Since I realized how good it felt to tease you as much as you tease me.” Her mouth covered me again, this time slipping down over half my length before she pulled back. I was trying not to direct her or thrust my hips up into her mouth, but damn she felt fucking good.

“You know you’re gonna pay for this soon,” I rasped as she went down again, her hand moving up and down with her mouth as she sucked hard.

When she finally let it pop out, she smirked. “I’m counting on it.”

The woman was fucking incredible.

The way she tugged and sucked and fucking worked me was like she knew exactly what I wanted. But then again, that didn’t surprise me at all. Meyah was attentive. She liked to make others happy, so she took the time to learn what they liked and what they enjoyed.

My heart was thumping as I watched her take me, noticing her hand slipping down the front of her jeans.

That was my cue.

My woman needed something.

And I was going to give her a lesson in who’s in control.

“Get up,” I ordered.

She froze for a moment, pulling back and licking her lips. Her eyes ablaze with need. She was horny as hell, and while she wanted to make me feel good, in my world, my woman comes first, second, and fucking third.

She climbed to her feet and stood in front of me, between my legs. I reached around her, flicking her bra undone with two fingers before grabbing the front and pulling it down over her arms and dropping it on the floor.

Meyah’s breasts were fucking magnificent. Her nipples hard and waiting. But before they got any attention, I moved on to her jeans.

“Take them off. Panties, too.”

She licked her lips, obviously just as eager to rid herself of the clothing as I was. Pulling the legs of her jeans and pushing the pile to the side.

Meyah had curves, the most fucking perfect kind. She wasn’t straight up and down. Her stomach was flat, her hips curved out, her ass was fucking round and full and balanced out by her breasts. I could stare at this masterpiece all day.

Climbing to my feet, one of my hands trailed up the side of her stomach, my fingers tracing the edge of her breast while the other traveled down over the curve of her hip and around to the front. But before I touched the one place I knew was probably aching and throbbing and desperate for relief, I stopped, looking down at her with a smirk.

Her cheeks were flushed, and she licked her lips. “Don’t be an asshole, Hamlet,” she murmured, stepping a little closer to me and hooking her hand around my neck.

I gave in for just a moment, dipping my head and capturing her mouth with mine at the same time as I slipped a finger through her wet folds, bumping her clit and sending a jolt of pleasure through her body like an electric shock. She gasped into my mouth, but I swallowed that breath too as I continued to swirl my fingers around the little sensitive bud, forcing her legs apart slightly.

She hummed happily against my mouth, pulling away suddenly and throwing her head back when my other hand took hold of her breast, tweaking the nipple gently. “Oh God,” she sighed, pushing her hips against my hand.

The fun had started.

I pulled my hand away and instantly she stood straight again, looking at me with wide eyes. “You think it’s okay for men to look at you shaking your ass on stage?” I questioned, raising my eyebrows and grinning as she fought to catch her breath.

“Ham, please,” she moaned, running her hands up my chest, her touch making my body tingle.

“Answer the question, and I’ll let you come.”

Her eyes narrowed, obviously unimpressed with the bargain, questioning it or looking for a way out. “I could make myself come,” she threw back, moving her hand toward her pussy, but I grabbed it, twisting and turning her body so I had her arm behind her back and she was now facing the bed. “Ham!”

Feeling my cock harden at the vulnerable position, I took her other arm and pulled it behind her back as well, while allowing my mouth to trail over her shoulder, placing light kisses and nipping at her skin. “Do you think it’s okay for other men to be looking at your body?”

“Yes,” she argued, and my back instantly straightened.

“And why would you think that?” I demanded lowly in her ear, my voice gravelly and dark.

Her breathing was growing heavy. She was loving this. She was so fucking turned on, her body was hot and her hips ground back against me. “Need. An. Answer. Or this ass is gonna get red, real fast.”

With one hand, I grasped both her wrists, the other tickling over her bare ass cheek.

She finally swallowed. “Because I know no matter how much they want me, that they’re probably gonna go home and jack off thinking about me and fantasize about me.”

With each word, my blood boiled even more.

“But we both know it’s only ever going to be you. Who I want. Who I need. Who makes me feel good.”

I smiled and licked my lips as I slowly pushed her forward, so she was bent over the edge of my bed. “Good answer.” I held her hands back above her ass as I crouched down behind her and took my first lick of her wet pussy. She instantly pushed back against my face and wiggled on the bed.

It was going to be torture for her. She couldn’t use her hands to grip the sheets, she couldn’t use them to push back, she was practically at my mercy.

I licked and lapped at her pussy, her taste dancing on my tongue and drawing me back for more. My tongue pushed inside her, fucking her several times before I pulled it out and flicked it over her clit.

She bounced on her toes, her moans muffled as she buried her face in the blankets. “I want to hear you, Meyah,” I growled, flicking her clit again before sucking it into my mouth.

“Hamlet,” she groaned. “More, I need more.”

Me too.

I was done fucking around. She was writhing and twisting, so close to coming, but every single time I pulled back with more teasing and tormenting. “You wanna come?” I asked, getting to my feet and finally letting go of her arms.

She braced them on the bed and looked at me over her shoulder, her cheeks flushed, her mouth hanging open. “Yes! I want you to make me come. Please,” she begged quietly as I grabbed my cock and tugged at it a couple of time.

“Do I make you feel good?” I asked again, and she threw her head back in frustration.

“You make me feel amazing. Like I can’t even imagine anyone else touching me. I don’t want anyone else to touch me. And over the past couple months, the idea of maybe looking for another person to be a part of my life just made me feel sick.”

She stole my breath, and for a moment, I froze as she looked directly at me.

Her eyes welling. “I fucking love you. And if you ever hurt me like that again, I’ll cut your dick off. But right now, I just need it inside me. I need you.”

I didn’t wait another second, thrusting into her, my hands grabbing her ass as I pulled back and thrust forward again.

She threw her head back. “Thank God,” she moaned loudly, twisting the sheets in her hands. “No more playing.”

I grinned, running my hand up her back and into her hair, pulling it back as I forced my hips forward, my dick slipping in and out of her as she clenched tightly around me. “No more playing,” I agreed. “Hold on, baby.”

She pushed back against me as I powered away inside her, slamming our bodies together hard. I didn’t care I was starting to feel pain shoot through my side. I wanted to please my woman. Because holy fuck, she was mine, and the idea of her even thinking about moving on was a reminder I needed to show her I could be everything she needed. Not just her old man, but her friend, her ally, her partner in crime.

“Oh God,” she groaned, pressing her body into the bed as she started to shake, her orgasm taking over, sending shock waves through her, one after another as I refused to stop. “Yes. Holy shit.” She clamped down on my cock, and I was fucking done.

I fell forward, bracing my hands on either side of her body on the bed, trying not to crush her as I drove my cock as deep as it would go, and feeling my release fill her.

She pressed back into me. “Mmm…” she hummed, fighting to catch her breath while I was trying to figure out how I was going to get up without falling to the fucking floor. “Holy shit,” she giggled.

I finally managed to pull out and fall to the side, regretting it instantly when I felt a tear, and suddenly I wasn’t groaning in pleasure as the pain shot through me.

Meyah leaped up onto her knees, looking down at me with worry.

I squeezed my eyes shut tightly. “I think you’re gonna need to go find Skins to help.”

She nodded quickly and jumped off the side of the bed, hurrying to the door.

“Meyah!”

Stopping, she looked over her shoulder with a teasing grin, telling me she knew exactly what she was doing. “Put some clothes on?” she questioned with a raised eyebrow.

I shrugged, cringing as pain shot through me. “Only if you want. I was just gonna say try not to drip cum down the hall, someone might slip.”

She rolled her eyes and laughed, turning for the bathroom. “You’re a fucking idiot.”

“Love you,” I called, wondering if I should attempt to put some clothes on.

How many times is Leo gonna kill me if he knows I pulled my stitches fucking his niece?

Too many.

“Can you grab my pants?”