***Xerox***

 

I should be swallowed by guilt. Guilt because of the fact that I was the one who told Nancy and Maci to stand there. Allowing for them to get taken…for Nancy to die…for Maci to get hurt. Fuck. If we were a minute or two later…I can’t even think what would have…

So, fuck guilt. I am fueled with anger. Nero, his second in command, his whole damn crew is going down. In. The. Fucking. Ground. Retaliation will come with a magnitude that will make this whole town shake on its foundation.

Anger ebbs away when I feel her fingers slide over my abs. Damn. One touch and this woman can diminish the negative and fuel a whole lot of different emotions through my body. Maci snuggles tighter against me. Her leg shifts and because she’s now draped over my body, my dick is pressing against the inside of her thigh.

Shit. I knew I should have put some clothes on her when I carried her to bed after our shower. I had her delicious body curled tight against me all night. I only had a few hours of sleep, but it was enough rest for my body. My mind is a whole different matter. Seems the only thing that can distract it is the precious woman that’s covering me.

But shit. She needs to stop grinding her hips. I’ve been waiting too damn long to bury myself deep inside her and claim her the right way. Add the stuff she went through yesterday? I could have fucking lost her. I have to keep myself in check. At first I wanted to get to know each other before we added the sex part. The pull we have, the reaction of my body with just one glance…damn. I know I won’t be able to contain myself the first time my cock enters her cunt. It will be raw and intense.

Dammit. That exact thought is what I’ve been battling every damn time she’s close. It’s even worse when I taste her. She melts against me, perfectly, as if she’s been put in my arms to complete me.

“Gorgeous. Stop humping me,” I groan and spread my fingers across her ass to keep her in place.

“But you feel so good,” she mutters.

My hand slides over that tight ass and up her spine, then returns to slide back and dip down in the heat between her legs. Soaked.

“Ah, that’s the reason you’re dry humping me, darlin’? Trying to find release? You know what the Doc said, right? You have to take it easy.” One of my fingers enters her and I have to bite the inside of my cheek. “Damn, you feel perfect. Even the thought of having you wrapped around my cock has my balls drawn up, ready to burst and wanting to brand you on the inside with my cum.”

Her lips travel over my nipple before the sexiest of moans tumble from them. I’m about to slip out from underneath her, escaping the compulsion to ravish her, when Maci pushes her upper body up so she’s straddling me.

She reaches between us, wraps her tiny hand around the base of my dick, the tip nudging her entrance. “I’m on birth control. I’m clean, you?”

My head automatically nods while I keep my eyes locked on the vision in front of me. Her knees, one on each side of my body, a slight strip of dark curls lining up toward what feels like the tightest place the head of my cock has ever experienced.

The tiny gasp that leaves her is the same amount of air I suck inside my lungs and hold. Just the fucking tip entering her gives intense friction to my piercings. The magic cross is fucking extraordinary and has never brought up this intense flow of lust inside my veins.

Remember that I kept stating how we would be fucking? Raw, hard, all consuming. Our minds miles away, chasing our orgasm to feed the feeling our bodies is creating? Yeah, the gates are open, here comes the flood, and it’s put time on hold long enough to consume the both of us.

I watch how Maci’s eyes close and her head tips back. My gaze slides to her perfect tits, nipples hard and standing to my attention. I fist the bedsheets while my eyes travel down to where we’re connected. Moans fill the room that are ripped from both of us as she sinks down one motherfucking slow inch at a time to savor the intensity. Or you might say she’s going from nudge to nudge, down the Jacob’s Ladder. Clearly, I got that one for the sole purpose of this moment, and this moment alone.

“Fuuuuuck,” I gasp, trying to get more oxygen into my brain.

My eyes involuntarily roll into the back of my head when my dick is fully lodged. Hell, in all my life I’ve never felt something similar as being strangled by the tight embrace of her welcoming cunt.

She still hasn’t moved. I can totally blow a nut even if she keeps herself rock solid, impaled on my cock. I force myself to look at her, expecting her to take her time to accommodate to the size of my dick, but instead I find her biting her bottom lip, her eyes searching.

Reaching out, I raise my upper body and meet her halfway. I cup her face and bring her down until we’re staring at each other intently. “What is it, love? Talk to me.”

“You might say I’m a little rusty.” Her voice is timid, before she rushes out the rest of the words in a rambling breath. “And maybe even a little inexperienced because the one time I had sex, it was years back and he took me while standing behind me, so to be honest…I have no clue what to do next. I only know where your dick should be, I guess I had that part right, huh?”

“Fuck, yeah,” I growl. “Not only should be, darlin’, but it’s where my cock belongs.” I trace her bottom lip with my tongue before I add, “Forget about your first time, that test run was a fluke. You’re mine, Maci. Everything from here on out will be something we determine together. We’ll create, decide, fucking obtain, and especially conquer. Together.”

Lying back down, I take her with me. The moment my back hits the sheets, her cunt slides up. Raising my hips, I push back in. Maci gasps as I groan and lick my way inside her mouth. She bites down on my bottom lip while finding a slow rhythm for moving up and down my dick.

My hands skim down her delicious body, already slick with sweat from the intensity of our lovemaking. Yes. Again, I was wrong. This is no raw fucking, instead it’s a collaboration of souls. Finding the one piece you’ve been searching for your whole life. This moment right here is what completes us. Our bodies connecting, our fluids entwining, our essence is a unity. It feels like nothing can come between us.

My fingers lock around her thighs, guiding her, as my hips bounce off the mattress. “So good,” I groan.

“Yes!” She manages to pant between gasping breaths.

Rapid pulses start to strangle my dick.

“You’re close, darlin’, come for me. Give me your pleasure and I’ll give you mine,” I growl.

That’s it for the sweet lovemaking, didn’t last long. Here comes the raw fucking love version we both need right now. My hand leaves her thigh and finds her hair, wrapping it around my fist, pulling her face closer.

“Give me the taste of your love,” I state as I connect my mouth with hers right before she screams through her orgasm.

An intense tingling starts in my spine, my balls draw up, and I know it’s a done deal. For the first time in my life, cum pumps straight from my cock into a cunt. Not just any cunt…my cunt. Fuck. Best orgasm of my life.

It’s a struggle to catch my breath. Maci collapses on top of me, giving me her full weight. There’s not one single thing that comes to mind on how I can describe the emotions that are coursing through me. I don’t think I can ever live without this woman in my life. She’s as much a necessity as the blood in my veins.

“You belong to me, now and forever.” The words slip out on a breath that mingles in her hair.

She doesn’t give me the words and yet the grunt she releases is a sound of agreement. Time passes and yet we’re still in the same position. My dick finally decides to soften and slides out.

“Shower,” Maci mutters and slides herself off me and heads for the bathroom.

Shamelessly I watch her naked ass sway across the room. I can’t wait to make a lifetime of memories that will make us feel like the moment we just shared; like we belonged. I fully understand the Wicked Throttle legend. There is no higher recognition of existing than when you connect with a person who grounds you. It’s like she makes me function, the reason why I was put on this earth. She’s my life, every breath I take, she fills me with her love, every exhale surrounds her with my love. Balance in its purest of forms.

I shake my head to clear the stunned thoughts while a smile spreads across my face. Strolling over to the bathroom, I follow my woman. I’m going to enjoy a hot shower and take that fine, tight cunt again. Shit. I’m already an addict and want to be surrounded by her every second of the day.

It’s a good thing the clubhouse doesn’t have the luxury of unlimited hot water, it forces us to slip out of the shower long before we had any intention of leaving. I grab some black jeans and put them on as I watch Maci slide into skinny, light blue jeans. She puts on a cropped, white hoodie, and white sneakers while I step into my biker boots and put on my cut after I’ve tucked a white shirt into my jeans.

I love the fact that Maci doesn’t bother with makeup but only brushes her hair and ties it up, not bothering doing all of this in front of a mirror. She’s probably unaware that she’s stunning as fuck like this. Even with the black eye from the beating she took. Leaning against the wall, I cross my arms in front of my chest and enjoy the view.  

Her eyes connect with mine. “What?”

I push myself off the wall and stalk toward her, scooping her into my arms, hoisting her up in the process. “You’re fucking perfect, did I tell you that already?”

She fucking giggles adorably and cradles my face in her hands while she looms over me. “You ain’t so bad yourself there, baboon.”

Her gaze slides to my mouth. Ever so slowly, I slide her down my body till our faces are on the same level. Maci leans in and catches my bottom lip, biting down before releasing it.

“Thank you,” she breathes in all honesty.

I’m slightly confused. “For what?”

“I can’t say it enough, but it’s really like my whole world shifted. It’s been ten years…ten years and I suddenly wake up with the knowledge that the weight on my shoulders can be divided. You don’t know how much it means to me. My mother’s death…my dad moving out, getting himself killed, just like he…” She swallows the rest of her words.

“Wait…you know your father is dead?” I ask, confused.

When her eyes widen and then narrow, I feel the need to add more before her thoughts go haywire with some kind of betrayal bullshit.

“Don’t freak out on me, darlin’. A while back we kicked the Eastside posse out of town, but when we found out Nero was still active, and with the run in with your brothers…we did a background check. We got the info that your dad was shot during an armed robbery. We assumed you guys didn’t know because he ran out on you guys right after Marcus was born.”

Her shoulders sag and she steps away from me. “Don’t freak out on me,” she mimics my voice and adds a tiny smile. “I might as well share something I haven’t told a soul. Seeing you’re my Old Man and this Old Lady thing is trust back and forth and no lies between us, right? You keep my secrets as I will keep yours.”

My head goes slowly up and down. “You have me, Maci. In good, bad, now, tomorrow, forever, for whatever. So yes to all of that.”

A soft chuckle slips from her sexy plump lips. “Jeezzzz, you make it sound like we’re married or something.”

I’m sure to fill every word that comes next with a huge dose of seriousness. “Not or something, darlin’. We are. Biker style already, for the law as soon as possible.”

There’s a sharp intake of breath before she gives me a tight nod. “Well…in that case…I owe you the full version.”

She takes my hand and guides me toward the bed.

We both sit down, letting a few seconds pass by before her voice fills the room. “I was barely seventeen when my dad had to leave us behind. He didn’t have a choice back then. He did it to save us. Or try to anyway. At first, he had hoped he could prevent all of us from getting hurt, but when Nero’s father killed our mother…”

“What?!” My ass is off the bed, turning and leaning fully into her personal space. “Spill the rest and make it fucking fast,” I growl, definitely losing my temper here, because I have no idea what all of this entails.

“My dad made some mistakes in life. Money was always a struggle, so when he was offered a quick deal, he took it. Thinking it was a one-time deal. Turns out, he made a deal with the devil…or so to say.”

“The devil being Nero’s father?” I state as I rub a hand across my face.

“Yes. Dario Mills, Nero’s father, threatened to kill his firstborn, or worse, when my dad told Dario he wouldn’t do another heist.” Her eyes meet the floor when she whispers the words. “My dad discovered what it entails to go against the head of the Eastside posse. Dario ripped our family apart forever.”

The hurt and loss in her voice is crushing my heart. Closing the distance, I wrap her in my arms. The need to comfort her is stronger than the demand for her to finish the whole story, because I have a feeling this is only the tip of the iceberg.