“No.”
The mattress shifts, and then I hear Malcolm rustling around me, the jingling sound making me think he’s digging through his jeans. A moment later, the mattress dips again from his added weight and he dangles something in front of my face – a silver necklace that he then fastens at the back.
Curious to see what small token he thinks is actually going to soothe my anger, I reach down to pick up whatever is weighing the chain down in the front. It’s a clear floating locket full of charms surrounded by black and yellow gemstones, the same colors as his bike. Well, I assume they’re fake gemstones and not actually diamonds because that would be ridiculous. There’s also a tiny boat charm, an ace of spades playing card, and a skull head like the one on Malcolm’s jacket.
“It’s beautiful,” I say aloud because I love it, not for whatever its monetary value may be, but because of the thought he put into it – giving me little pieces of himself.
While I’m still admiring his peace offering, Malcolm starts placing open-mouthed kisses on my hip bone, his facial hair coarse as it brushes against my skin, contrasting with his smooth, damp lips and tongue.
When he finally presses on my hips to flatten them on the bed, I don’t resist. Crawling over between my thighs, he spreads them wide enough for his broad shoulders to wedge underneath. With a single finger, he tugs the crotch of my panties to the side, and then his mouth…god, his filthy, filthy mouth, gently kisses and licks along the seam of my pussy lips.
Teasing me, that’s what he’s doing.
His fingertip slides through my slit before the tip of his tongue follows the same path. His long hair is still damp from his recent shower that he must have taken at the clubhouse. The strands graze lightly over my skin with every little move he makes.
“Malcolm,” I moan as he keeps up the tickling sensation, up and down, up and down until I’m panting and grabbing two handfuls of his wet hair to pull his mouth closer to where I need it. Eventually, on his own schedule, his tongue moves up and licks rapid little circles right over my swollen bundle of nerves.
“Uh! Uh! Uh god!” I cry out. My hips rock forward and back toward his mouth. The pleasurable warmth builds in my lower belly until I feel like I’m going to burst wide open. “Malcolm!” I scream as the dam inside of me splinters apart into a million pieces, unable to hold back the waves of ecstasy. I ride each and every one of them with my hips bucking and my back arching up off the mattress. At one point, Malcolm even has to slap his arm over my lower belly to hold me down so he can keep tormenting me in the best way possible with his tongue. The sight of the dark tattoos along his forearm and his muscular bicep that’s flexing while his bearded face is pressed between my legs is so damn hot. A girl could get used to this sort of treatment, even if he sometimes acts like a dick.
Only after the waves of pleasure crest and crash a second time does Malcolm’s mouth finally relent.
His long, hard shaft slams inside of me before I know he’s even moved up the bed. Then, his mouth is crashing down on my panting one, shoving his tongue inside, making me taste myself.
“Oh fuck, Naomi,” Malcolm pulls back suddenly to groan against my lips. Grabbing my thighs, he says, “Knees up to your chest, honey. I need to be deeper.”
I do as he asks, my hands gripping my knees that are near my shoulders. When he rams into me hard and fast on the next thrust, I scream in part pleasure and part pain, worried he might tear me in half.
Somehow, despite the position of my raised knees, our mouths meet again, frantic for each other as he fervently moves in and out of me. Malcolm is eventually the first one who pulls away again, both of us panting.
“I wish I could stay buried…right fucking here…forever,” he grunts as he stares down into my eyes, the rhythm of his thrusts faltering. “But fuck, if I’m not already close after needing you all day long.”
“Stay,” I tell him, meaning he doesn’t have to pull out. Letting go of my knees, I reach around to dig my fingers into his tight, flexing ass cheeks, keeping him deep.
He closes his eyes and groans before looking back down at my face. “You on the pill?”
“Uh-huh,” I tell him with a nod and bite down on my bottom lip to try and hold off on coming until he’s ready.
“You sure?” he asks again, jaw clenched tight.
“Yes.”
I see the second his control snaps. Malcolm’s face goes slack as his entire body sags above me, like the weight of the world has been lifted from his shoulders. His hips slam inside me one last time, and then his hot release coats my walls, filling me up with rapid bursts that send me crashing over the edge again.
Malcolm
* * *
I honestly don’t know what the fuck just happened, why I decided to trust Naomi, a woman who I know for a fact is a thief and a liar.
It sounds stupid even in my head, but there was just this moment when we were looking into each other’s eyes and I saw her, really saw her, Naomi. All the little things that make her who she is on the inside was in them. It felt like I knew her, and she knew me like no one else before.
Tomorrow, I’ll blame it on the endorphins and testosterone all mixing together from the fight, and then the fucking after Naomi finally forgave me for being a dick.
I shouldn’t give a shit that she was pissed off, but I did; I have all fucking day. That’s why I went and picked out the necklace for her, spending even more money than I should since I’m already down twenty thousand because of her.
As soon as I roll off of Naomi and flop onto the bed, she turns her face to look at me. Her fingertips brush lightly over the swelling and bruises that are probably more visible now than an hour ago. “Serves you right,” she tells me.
“I haven’t handled all this as well as I could have,” I agree. “I told my boys tonight I made some mistakes, but I’m going to get it all straightened out. They’re just going to have to understand that you and I are…well, we’re something. I guess we don’t have to figure out everything tonight. The important thing is that business with Fiasco is settled.
“Fiasco was never an important thing,” Naomi mumbles as she snuggles down onto me. “Good night, Malcolm. Stop overthinking everything and just relax.”
I lie there, stroking her hair, trying to do just that; and at some point, sleep sneaks up on me and puts me under the same way I did Fiasco a few hours ago.
Chapter Fifteen
Naomi
* * *
“Time to get up and get ready to leave,” Malcolm tells me with a slap to my bare bottom that’s hanging out of the covers before my eyes are even fully opened. Last night I slept like a dead woman in the deepest, best sleep of my life. What woman wouldn’t have been comatose after so many amazing orgasms? Not to mention the relief that Malcolm won the fight. If he had lost, I wouldn’t have gone along and been with Fiasco just because the two men agreed to the arrangement for me.
“Where are we going?” I ask, sitting up to stretch my arms over my head and work the kinks out of my neck.
“To settle up with Harry,” Malcolm answers as he walks over to a dresser wearing nothing but a blue towel around his hips. Thanks to his dripping wet hair, his back is covered in water droplets from his shower. Guess he’s been up for a while, but I can’t believe I didn’t notice him rattling around the small house. I’m still half-asleep and so distracted by the sight of him mostly naked that it takes a few seconds for his words to sink in.