"Fuck," she said thickly.
God, I wished.
Her hips started rocking with just the barest touch, and I knew why she’d asked for three.
One to take the edge off.
One to feel good.
One to savor.
Mouth watering as much as her pussy, relieved that I could still inspire this kind of need in her, that I hadn’t broken us that fucking much, I let my finger rub over her slick clit.
"I fucking love this pussy, K," I rumbled, "so wet and hot and always so fucking juicy for me. My dick misses its home so goddamn much.
"I wanna fuck you so bad, baby girl. I want in you more than I want my next breath." She gave off a soft mewl as I pressed harder on her clit. "You thinking about that?
"About me sliding into you? Filling you full? Or are you thinking about how my dick will only ever belong to you? About how you own it, about how you have the key and only you can unlock it—"
She groaned as her hips bucked upward.
My supposition confirmed, I knew that most dirty talk in the future would revolve around her owning my dick.
Duly noted.
As her pelvis rocked back and forth, I slipped those fingers down to slide into her. Her muscles clung on as I ground the base of my hand against her clit, knowing she’d feel empty and would need some pressure there now.
She heaved a sigh, her ass still high as she ground against me, rocking harder and harder, getting herself off as much as I was.
"I want to own your dick," she whispered, voice fierce, surprising me because she’d never been a very verbal kind of lover. She squeaked and moaned, but I knew that having Cyan around had made her naturally quiet in the sack.
God, I wanted to make her scream so fucking bad.
It was time to rip her inhibitions away, time to worship this woman how she’d always deserved.
"You do own it."
"I hate that you— I hate that it’s there, but I want this key—" She groaned, long and low, hips bucking faster and faster as I fucked her with my fingers, giving her what she needed as best as I could.
Hell, I’d grab a dildo next time.
Making sure that my woman was satisfied was my number one priority.
"I need your mouth on me, Storm. Please, love. Please. I need your—"
Love.
How the fuck I didn’t detonate then and there was a miracle in itself.
I grabbed her ass with my free hand, gripping the firm curves and letting my fingers bite into her ripeness. I urged her back down against the counter, and she groaned as I hovered over her cunt, letting my breath wash over it.
"You smell divine, Keira. You smell like mine."
She squealed when my lips dropped onto her clit, and as I sucked on it, hard and heavy, the squeal morphed, turning high-pitched and hungry. She didn’t beg, but she rode my face, not passively taking my kiss, but actively demanding more.
This was new.
I fucking loved it.
She wriggled against me, taking everything she needed, and I wasn’t surprised when the power trip had pleasure bombing her inside out.
Her cunt squeezed my fingers hard and I moved faster, scissoring them wide, fighting that tight clench to make her feel fuller, wanting to give her as much as I could to satisfy the need I knew had been growing.
Twisting.
Writhing inside her.
Unfulfilled for over two years because I’d fucked up.
I snacked on her cunt, slurping up her juices, savoring them, the taste of them, the taste of her because I’d been so fucking sure I’d never get a taste of this again.
I fucking drowned in her, wished I could drown like this for real because this would be the way to fucking go.
She came again, but I ignored her request for three total and took her up to the fourth one. That she got there told me how fucking horny she’d been and as she peaked that fifth time, I vowed I’d never make her wait that long again.
As she screamed herself hoarse, her hands came to my hair and she tore at it, one hand dragging me against her cunt, the other pulling me away.
Realizing she was greedy for more but was still sensitive, I started to pull back. Dropping kisses to her clit, nibbling on her labia, letting my tongue circle her slit as I retracted my fingers, pressing a biting kiss to her inner thigh before I slowly moved into a standing position.
That had been hell.
Purely, blissful hell.
I wasn’t sure how I hadn’t come other than the fact that my willpower was getting stronger, but as I stared at my Old Lady, saw that spaced out look on her face, I knew I’d endure this torture every day until August, because sometimes, being the best man you could be involved taking one for the team, and making sure the woman you adored didn’t suffer for your mistakes.
Thirty-One
Storm
PAST
"What the fuck did you do this time?"
Scarlet scowled at me before she flipped me the bird. "I didn’t ask you to come down to the jail."
"Unlucky for you, the club lawyer knows my fucking number." Even unluckier, Scarlet seemed to have a season pass for this place. "Anyway, I’m not here about that. I’m here about Keira."
"What’s your bitch wife got to do with anything?"
I growled under my breath. "How many goddamn times do I have to tell you not to call her that?"
"What are you going to do, Storm?" she taunted. "How are you going to make me stop calling her exactly what she is? That head of hers is so goddamn big it’s a wonder she can suck your dick without—"
"Shut the fuck up, Scarlet. If you want me to bail you out of here, shut the fuck up," I snarled.
Her smirk didn’t die, and that was what drove me crazy about her. She never gave up. She was relentless. Like a demented Energizer bunny who spat nails and harsh words.
"Maybe I got other people who’ll get me out of jail, hmm? Maybe I don’t need my pussy big brother to bail me out. Remember, I wasn’t the one who called you."
I ignored her taunts, and demanded instead, "What are you even doing in here?"
"None of your business."
"Where are these other fuckers who are supposed to be bailing you out, huh?"
"They’ll be along soon enough."
"Who are they?"
"My employers."
"Your bosses?" My eyes bugged. "You expect your bosses to bail you out of jail?" Jesus H. Christ, and I thought she was insane before.
"It’s none of your business," she repeated. "Now fuck off. I don’t want to deal with your shit today."
"What did you say to Keira, Scarlet?" I demanded, ignoring her. "She fucking left me again."
Scarlet snorted. "How many times is she going to leave you before you get a goddamn clue, Storm? You’re not good enough for her.
"I don’t know what the hell it is about your dick that gets all the chicks panting, but fuck, quit it with her, let her go back to that ivory tower she lives in, and bang someone who’s as much of a no hope as you."
"Keira and I will work out fine if you’d keep your nose out. Hell, you only ever come around to make trouble. Trust me, if I’d been there, I wouldn’t have let you through the front door."