“Fuckin’ hell. I was going to give you a break. Not sure that’s gonna’ happen now.” I stand up quickly, my head spinning, and almost fall, but somehow Maddox is there to keep me from falling flat on my ass.
“Already? Isn’t that unheard of for a man of your age?” I joke, knowing he’s in his thirties.
“Shit, you think thirty-six is old. I’ll have to show you that there ain’t nothing old about me, spitfire.” His arm goes around my waist, guiding me to bed, and if his cock is anything to go by, he’s clearly not ready for sleep.
“Well, clearly, I was wrong with the way that thing is standing up, saluting me like I’m his lifeline.” I slide into the bed, moving to the side that’s closest to the door while Maddox slides in behind me.
“We’re only resting our eyes for a minute, then I’ll be waking you up, this time with my head between your thighs, and I won’t stop until I’m done with you, yeah?” Maddox’s body cocoons me, his arm going beneath my neck, his front to my back. He unveils another layer I didn’t expect from him, with the kiss he places on my hand when he entwines ours or the way his heavy thigh slides between my own.
“Whatever you say, Maddox. I know I haven’t said this yet, and I suck as a human being for not doing so, but thank you.” My body is slowly fading, the day catching up with me and the lack of sleep I got after meeting Maddox at the club after I was finally able to go home, though I never did go back to sleep. I was far too keyed up after seeing him in the flesh. Usually when a member of the club comes down to Ward, it’s just that, a member, not someone who exudes power and confidence.
“You bein’ right here, it’s all the thanks I need, spitfire. Get some rest. You’re gonna need it.” I do as he says, dropping it, already thinking of a way I can repay him, even if it’s with a blowjob. It’ll be the best one ever. A smile crosses my face at that thought right before sleep takes me under, wrapped around Maddox, safe and sound.
Thirteen
Razor
I hated like hell when it was finally time to get up for the day, though it wasn’t early morning, it was well after noon when my phone vibrated on the nightstand, alerting me of a text. Raven beat me to the punch after sleeping for a couple of hours. It was her waking me up with her mouth around my cock. That’s not how it ended though. A few strokes of her tongue along me, and I was flipping her over, grabbing another fuckin’ condom, and fuckin’ her as hard if not harder than the time before. I also learned that Raven likes the way I talk dirty to her, and she gives it right back to me, like anything else she does.
Now we’re back in Ward. Shovel is with me, along with Ruger, and what do you fuckin’ know? Mack is nowhere in sight. It’s a damn good thing we have a key this time. I had a key yesterday. Didn’t realize Mack would puss out and send Raven.
“You fuckin’ kidding me?” Shovel is the first one to walk in the door.
“The fuck?” are my words. Raven’s reaction is a sharp intake of breath.
“Well, ain’t this worse than a pig in shit,” Ruger replies. Fuckin’ idiot is always botching something to take the realness out of the situation. Unfortunately, nothing can take the sting out of this one.
“I’ll get on the phone and call the cleaning crew we use. I’m assuming you’re keeping this in house and off the books?” Raven questions like this is something that’s normal, when we all know it’s not.
“Yeah, please.” I kiss her forehead, move my hand that was at the base of her spine to her ass, squeezing it in assurance.
“No problem. I’ll go make this call outside,” she suggests.
“Nope, do it in here. Not sure what the fuck is goin’ on, but I’d rather have my eyes on you, spitfire.” Raven nods her head but moves over to a corner. It looks like the one area that isn’t trashed.
“You don’t make her an Ol’ Lady, you’re fuckin’ dumb,” Shovel remarks. He’s not wrong. My only problem is getting her on board with that program. Christ, it’s not like we’ve been together long, and shit isn’t smooth sailing. It’s the damn opposite.
“Workin’ on it, brother. You wanna go see what’s left of the office?” I arch my eyebrow trying to get off this subject. If they knew how pussy whipped I am over Raven, they’d be giving me all kinds of hell.
“Yeah, something’s telling me I’m damn glad we got all that shit backed up on the cloud Ruger insisted on.” I take in the bar. Liquor bottles are thrown everywhere, there’s glass on the ground, the leather chairs and couches are cut all to hell.