***Xerox***

 

 

“Pay attention.” I can’t help but bite out my words.

Maci rolls her eyes and raises her fists at head level again. Dammit. I might as well take my own damn advice. Why the fuck did I suggest we should work out simultaneously? Tits pushed together tight in a spandex bra that’s…hell…it’s just a scrap of fabric keeping them together. The fucking hot pants are tight enough I can lip-read.

Pain slices through my head and my jaw throbs. My ass hits the fucking floor and yet I’m enthralled by the sexy giggles that flow through the air. I try to shoot her a glare but fail drastically when a bark of laughter slips from my mouth. She holds out her glove covered hand. Accepting, I push off the floor as Maci pulls me up.

“I think we’re done for today. Next time…” She’s got a bright smile on her face.

I cut straight through her sentence, because she needs to be aware. “Next time you’ll be wearing loose sweats and a damn shirt,” I grumble as I tear off my gloves.

Maci shakes her head. “Nope, not happening. I always work out in this because I get hot as hell when…”

“Darlin’...you're hot as hell every moment of the day, no matter what you're wearing. But being able to lip-read because of those tight as shit pants is too much of a distraction,” I state.

She rolls her eyes again, muttering how crude my mouth is as she walks to the door. We’ve been sparring ever since we got back from the restaurant, both now drenched in sweat and panting. Somehow this feels like foreplay; hard, sensual, predetermined, explosive, and aiming for release.

I grab my shirt off the floor and follow my woman out. Before she can take one step in the hallway, I’ve got my shirt over her head while she struggles to put her arms through the holes.

“What the hell? Again?” she bites out when her head appears.

I hold her gaze for a moment, to be sure I have her attention. “My woman, the Prez’s Old Lady, will not be walking around half naked.”

Maci steps closer to me as she throws her shoulders back, ready to stand up for herself, when Maud strolls down the hall. “Hey, Maci. Didn’t know you guys were down here.”

Maud, Corban’s Old Lady, and also a friend of Maci’s, ping pongs her glance back and forth before she releases a deep sigh.

Putting her hands on her hips, Maud asks, “Okay, what’s going on with you two?”

I’m about to growl, nothing, when Maci turns to Maud while jabbing a finger against my chest.

“This idiot here think’s my way of dressing is a suggestion for people to lip-read. Therefore, I can’t walk around wearing my workout clothes.” Maci raises her chin in defiance.

“What are you….lip-read? What does that have to do with…oh. Damn. That’s just…really, Xerox?” Maud shakes her head. “Nasty choice of words there, Prez.”

Maci smiles smug, as if she’s won some kind of fucking contest between us.

“As for you, Maci…clearly your man doesn’t want you showing off what’s his. Corban is the same way with me. You should really…” Maud shuts her lips when her eyes land on Maci.

“Right,” Maud states and throws her hands up. “Your choice. But don’t start to complain when he hauls you into a room and…” Maud’s eyebrows go up and her mouth shuts down mid-sentence yet again. A grin slides in place before she spins around and starts to walk in the direction she came from. “Carry on,” she calls over her shoulder as she disappears around the corner.

Something about all of it clicks in my mind. The last time Maci was dressed like this, I remember she also ended up with my shirt covering her. I take a step forward and back her up against the wall.

Leaning in, I feel the palms of her hands against my pecs as I nip her earlobe. “My woman gets what she needs when I think she needs it. And let me tell you that I have no boundaries when it comes to you. You’re the only woman walking this earth that has this effect on me. And although I want to bury myself to the hilt between your thighs as if our lives depended on it…I’m not ready to surrender myself to that kind of heaven. Because I plan to go to hell first, learning to embrace the heat of the flames we’re both creating.” My hand slides between our bodies, where I cover her cunt. “Are you ready to burn for me yet, darlin’?”

Her breathing picks up and she’s squirming in my hand. I feather my lips across her neck, my teeth gracing her jaw as I find my way to her mouth, hovering over it while our breath mingles.

“Please…” she begs me as she starts to tremble.

Fuck. Her voice is pleading, asking me. While at every turn, she’s the strong one that never asks or reaches out. This woman completely consumes me. I might appear to be in control on the outside, but the reality is…I would do anything for her without a single hesitation.

“What’s that, gorgeous?” I pierce her with my gaze, demanding she clarifies exactly what she’s begging for.

A growl of frustration leaves her lustful lips. “I need it…”

“Need what? This?” I increase the pressure of my hand that’s placed firmly between her legs. “Or this?” Releasing, I only place two fingertips on her clit piercing that’s putting pressure on her bundle of nerves, making circles ever so slowly. The scrap of fabric that’s covering her cunt is the only thing preventing my fingers from sliding down and sinking deep.

“X, please…” she begs again.

My dick is throbbing in the same rapid pulse as the breaths that leave her mouth. “Give me the words, darlin’.” My other hand sneaks underneath my shirt she’s wearing and wraps around her firm breast.

I give it a gentle squeeze before my fingers find her nipple and pinch it. She gasps before cursing underneath her breath.

“Make. Me. Come. Now.” Maci’s nails trail over my shoulders and neck before she grips my hair on the top of my head and pull me forward.

She bites my lip, demanding entrance. I growl as I increase the pressure and tighten the circles on her clit. Her tongue possesses my mouth as I claim the orgasm that rips through her body.

“Fuck. I need the last two minutes on a time loop,” I mutter while placing both hands on the wall beside Maci’s head.

With our foreheads touching, my vision is locked on her chest that’s still rising and falling in a rapid rhythm. I can feel her touch flowing down from my head, along my neck, down my nipple, heading for my dick. I try to snatch her wrist before she makes contact, but clearly I fail when her delicate fingers surround my junk.

My breathing comes to a complete halt while I mentally struggle to hold back my orgasm. Fuck. One damn touch and I’m ready to blow a nut. My legs get ready to step away as the sexiest moan slips over her lips. Shit. I thought she already let me hear the tunes her body releases from sheer pleasure, but holy fucking hell…this clearly sounds like pure longing.

Instead of backing up, I inch forward. “Do it again, darlin’. Let me hear how bad you want me.”

Aw, hell. The exact same sound echoes in my ears. I have to swallow due to the dizziness swirling in my head. I need to give it a little shake to clear the thought of fucking her hard right here, and straight through this goddamned wall.

Suddenly a screeching sound pierces through the air. A noise that definitely belongs in a horror movie. No…more like someone is grabbing a monkey by its tail and swinging it around. Yeah, that’s a much better visual for the sound that’s filling up every inch of space around us.

We both stop and run toward the main room of the clubhouse, where the noise is coming from. The vision before us is absolutely one I never thought I’d run into.

A hos eyes are pinned on Maximus’ hand while she’s holding her own head, shaking it in horror. Max is staring at his finger, his own brothers standing there, watching. Just as Quill, Beecher, Ryland, and some of the others are. No one is doing anything else but watching Max’s finger. Well, except for the ho, who’s clearly freaked out.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Maci grumbles while she steps forward and smacks the ho across the face. “Snap out of it,” she bites out.

The ho shuts her mouth mid screech.

Maci reaches out and places her palm on the cheek she just hit. “You okay, hun?” Her voice is soft.

The ho gives a slight nod that Maci mirrors before she spins around, facing her brother. “How the hell did you do it this time, huh?” Maci sighs and takes his hand.

Maximus’ ring finger is standing in an unnatural angle.

Maci covers her hand with his. “Eyes on mine, Max. Right here.”

She waits for his head to come up before she moves fast and pops the finger back in place.

“Quill,” Maci growls. “He’s your responsibility. What the hell happened?”

The solid mountain of a man hangs his fucking head. I need to hold back a chuckle over how Quill clearly respects my woman and feels like he did a shitty job.

“We were messing around. I was showing him a move and he lost his grip on me and fell forward.” Hell, even Quill’s voice is filled with regret.

“Okay then.” Maci smiles and smacks his shoulder. “Thanks. The last time it happened with his other finger, he fell off his bike. I’m thinking this one is way cooler. What do you think, Max?”

Max has a huge grin on his face while he nods in agreement. Quill’s face brightens, clearly relieved by their reaction.

Maci turns her attention to Max one more time and waves a finger in his face. “Pay more attention next time.”

“Sure thing, sis.” Max grins while Maci stalks off in the direction of my room.

“Damn, she’s hot.”

I hear the words coming from my left as I turn to see the person who voiced those words. It’s the ho who’s got her eyes locked on my Old Lady’s bare legs. What the fuck?