His hands glide up the sides of my body, outlining my every curve as his mouth continues to travel. Reaching my chest, he leans back and gently takes one breast in his hand. His palm is cool against my hot skin and a soft moan flies past my lips.
“Am I hurting you?”
“No,” I murmur, closing my eyes as his thumb gently slides over my erect nipple. His free hand moves to my other breast, circling it softly. I swear my eyes roll behind my closed lids as I arch off the bed, begging him for more.
“Open your eyes,” he demands.
It takes me a moment to comply and when I do, I find him hovering over my tits, his mouth open and ready. I’m about to object but the words get lost on my tongue as his sneaks out and licks my nipple. Keeping his eyes pinned to mine, he practices restraint and bounces from one nipple to the other, licking lavishly. The pain fades and my panties grow wetter and wetter with every stroke of his tongue.
“Oh god,” I moan. “I…”
“Tell me,” he growls, softly blowing on one of my pebbled nipples.
Another whimper.
Another roll of my hips.
“Blackie.”
“Right here,” he croons, taking another long lick.
I close my eyes and imagine his tongue between my legs, licking me with the same care. Long lavish strokes and blowing on my clit, teasing me and pleasuring me until I’m writhing against his mouth, screaming his name.
As if he can read my mind, he tears his skillful mouth away from my breasts and slides further down my body. His hands move under the waistband of my panties and in one fluid motion he pulls them off, tossing them behind him. Grabbing my legs, he throws them over his shoulders and hunkers down between my thighs.
His tongue slides between my folds and he grunts with satisfaction, tasting the desire he’s pulled out of my body with that first lick. Fisting the sheets, I arch my hips, encouraging him to keep going. He inserts two fingers and flattens his tongue over my clit.
In and out.
Under and over
He devours me until I’m a quivering mess, clenching my thighs tight as I cry out his name and come all over his tongue. Forcing my eyes open, I peer at him and watch as he lifts his head and licks his lips, savoring the taste of me. Another whimper falls off my mouth as he leans back on his haunches and pushes his sweat pants down. He stops at his knees, taking his freed cock in his hand.
In a flash he spreads my legs wider and lowers himself in between them. With the head positioned at my entrance, he lifts his hands and splays his flat palms on the mattress, caging me in. Our eyes lock as he gently probes me.
“Damn,” he mutters.
“What?”
“I’m one lucky bastard,” he whispers, thrusting his hips.
Buried to the hilt, he closes his eyes and I raise my hands, threading my fingers through his hair. A second later his eyes open wide and his nostrils flare as he starts to move. My hands leave his head and move down his back. Reaching his ass, I squeeze two hands full and lift my hips. He starts to move faster, pounding into me as if both our lives depend on how hard we fuck and how quickly we come.
Dropping his head to my neck, his mouth takes purchase on my neck. The slick sound of our flesh meeting fills the air as he sucks my already bruising neck between his teeth. He moves his hands from the bed and his fingers dig into my hair, holding me steady as he pushes deeper.
Completely full and at the mercy of his cock, I cry out as a tremor rocks my body, taking me over the crest. Pleasure engulfs me and all the intimate parts of my body light up as I ride out the orgasm. Blackie follows my lead and with a grunt, his body starts to tremble as he comes long and hard.
Careful not to drop his weight on me, he uses his hands to push off me. His brown eyes drink me in slowly as he gasps for breath.
“You good?” he questions hoarsely.
Inching forward, I press my lips to his.
“I’m good, baby,” I breathe against his mouth.
As long as I have him, I’ll always be good.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Blackie
The district attorney gave Jack thirteen years. In the back of my head I knew it could’ve been worse. If I had been tried and convicted, I likely would’ve got double the time or even life. But knowing all that didn’t ease the sting and thirteen years seemed like an eternity to the people who loved him. The only one who didn’t seem all that bothered by the sentence was the man serving it.
Staging his final farewell, he walked out of the district attorney’s office and ordered Wolf to call church. Every man with a patch, new and old, gathered to say goodbye to the man who made them and theirs, his.
But the goodbyes didn’t stop there.
Jack had twenty-four hours before he was due to surrender, and he wanted to spend time with his children before he took the love of his life on their last date. Lacey was still reeling from the sentence and she was visibly distraught. The girl who promised only last night that we’d make it through suddenly didn’t seem so sure anymore.
Things proceeded to get worse when we arrived at Jack and Reina’s. Lacey made her way out back to where Jack and her brother were. I sat in the living room, wishing there was a way I could take away all their pain. I was lost in my own grief when Reina entered the room. Standing in front of the window, she watched her husband spend his final moments with his children. I’d be lying if I didn’t tell you I was relieved she didn’t strike up a conversation with me. I was sure I wouldn’t be able to look her in the eye knowing I was the cause of her heartache. But she didn’t ignore me for too long. Reina wasn’t a woman who went through life wearing rose colored glasses. She quietly observed the world around her and spoke her mind when passionate about the cause. She turned to me and made it clear that she didn’t blame me for Jack’s impending prison sentence. She even offered me some advice, and I found myself leaning on her, expressing my fears. The same fears I shared with Lacey the night before and I asked Reina how we were going to make it without the man who kept us all together.
A long time ago, before I got to know the woman who stole Jack’s heart, I questioned if she was a good fit for him. It didn’t take long for me to realize Reina was put on this Earth to love Jack. If I hadn’t, I would’ve realized it then, as she took a page from her husband’s script and schooled me on how to be the man her husband always struggled to be.
She said he bit off more than he could chew, that he tried to juggle it all—being a leader, a brother, a husband and a father. Her words weren’t necessarily filled with regret but rather encouragement. She wanted me to learn from Jack’s mistakes and like her better half; she wished a daughter on me. Apparently, Jack and Reina thought I’d be a sucker for a little girl.
I wasn’t against it.
Especially after witnessing how deep a bond runs between a father and his daughter.
Lacey, Jack, and Danny joined us a short while after, but the reunion was only temporary. Jack had big plans for his last night as a free man and had asked Grace Pastore to watch Danny. Always one to pitch in, Grace agreed. As they said their goodbyes to their little boy, she brought a platter of spaghetti and meatballs to the kitchen table.
Lacey and I decided to stick around and after dinner, Grace excused herself into the living room. We had watched him several times over the years, but this was different. It felt like it was a prelude to parenthood and more than that, a glimpse into life without Jack. The night continued with Lacey helping get her little brother get ready for bed and after she tucked him in, we both kissed him goodnight. As I turned on his nightlight and saw myself out of the room, I vowed to always be there for him.