Maceo (Filthy Rich Alphas)

The koi chomped away.

“There’s a chance, but I’m thinking the koi are not going to be able to stop eating those lily pads. The frogs may need a new home.”

He chuckled and guided me toward the flowers. “I just planted these. As you can see, I’m not a big gardener. Sure, I can do big things with water like putting the waterfalls in, but what flower to place and how … I have more learning to do.”

“I love it.” I knelt and inhaled the flowers’ exotic perfumes. “What types are they?”

“The lavender ones are thickleaf petunias. Those are orange blossoms over there.” He pointed behind me, which forced me to turn. “And those lovely red ones that look sort of like spiked afros on a person’s head, are called powderpuff flowers.”

“I think those are the coolest of all.”

“Yeah?”

I faced him. “Yes.”

“I wanted you to see this because this garden is important to me. I’ve only shown it to my mother.”

“You’re lying.”

“No way.”

“What about when you have cook outs or get-togethers?”

“No one comes to my house. This is my domain.” He shook his head. “I’m a private man.”

“Then why did you show me?”

“Because I want this garden one day to be both of our work.” He embraced me. “You have your business and I have mine, but that’s only what they are. Ways to make money. And sure they could be labors of love, but all of that makes us lose focus.” He rubbed his face against mine and groaned. “There’s something about you that makes me crazy, forces me to go on a huge hunt to win your love. I’ve spent large amounts of time in my garden, thinking about you and tearing away weeds.”

“That doesn’t sound like a good thing.”

“You make me crazy.”

“Hmmm.”

“That’s my hmmm. Don’t take it.”

I laughed.

“Will you help me make my garden as captivating as you are?” he asked.

I raked my fingers through my hair. “I’m horrible with projects like this. You’ll have to stay on me.”

“Trust me. I will, all night long.”

I opened my mouth. No words escaped it.

His next statement left those full lips with a tantalizing amount of heat. “How long will you make me wait?”

I molded myself against his chest. “And what are you waiting for?”

“Your sweetness.”

“Hmm.”

“That hmm is mine. Don’t make me tell you again.”

“I’m sorry, but I’m not the type of girl to hold on to my sweetness like some treasured sacrament to gods. I love to fuck and I’m not shy about it.”

“Just as long as we have the understanding that I don’t share.”

“I think you’ve made that very clear.” I climbed out of his arms and lifted up my shirt just for extra motivation. “You’ve talked a big game. Can you back it up?”

The right side of his lip lifted as he sneered. “Let’s just hope you’re able to stand for this event tonight.”

He leapt at me like a wild man.

It knocked me off balance. At first I’d been far enough away from him with a set amount of space resting between us.

Next moment, he snared me in those huge, muscular arms and guided me to the ground. He lay on the soil. I rested on top of him, sucking on his moist tongue as he kissed me. His hands roamed my whole body, pulling away at my jeans with no mercy and discovering my sweetness before I could move myself to give him a better advantage.

The trees rustled above us. A breeze brushed over my bare skin as he yanked off my jeans. I tried to get on the dirt with him, but he wasn’t having it.

“You want me to ride you?” I panted in between kisses.

“No. I don’t want you to be down here with all of the rocks and dirt. You’re my queen now.”

“Aww, but do queens get fucked in gardens?”

“My queen does.” He slipped his hands underneath my panties and toyed with my bud like a technician turned and tested the dials on a machine. Oh yes. Maceo did his best to figure out what made me moan the loudest. And after several delicious turns and twists of his fingers, he knew everything that could make me scream.

“Maceo!” Moaning, I humped his hand. All my pride and dignity dropped to the soil we lay on. I slid myself up and down his fingers, sparks of lust exploding in my core. He had me right there. He caged the wildest part of me with just those strong hands and his immaculate face as his gaze focused on my pleasure.

“You’re so beautiful.” He pierced me with his eyes and entered those fingers inside of me. They filled my hungry tunnel as they stuffed me so sweetly to the brim.

I grasped at his shoulders and groaned. “Stop playing with me.”

“Hmmm.”

My core shook with hysteria. I couldn’t wait anymore. Fire erupted in my veins. I rushed to pull down his pajamas. The thin fabric tore and I didn’t care. His cock needed to be released and anything in my way would be ripped apart. I shredded those pajamas, revealing stiff, muscular thighs amid that tan length that rose high to attention when his pants left.