precious cock and you fuck right off. Leaving me, right after you fucked me, like you just found out I’m some sort of leper. I’m fucking clean. I have been for ages!”
Gripping me by the upper arms, he hauls me off the bed and holds me up to his face, leaning over so our eyes are level.
“You think I left ‘cause you got sick? What kind of man does that make me? I left ‘cause I was pissed at the fuckin’ cunt who stole your future from you – our future. I didn’t want you to see me go off my head. So I went for a ride. I told you to stay. I said I’d be back.”
“N o you didn’t! You just fucking freaked out and rode off.”
“I fucking did,” he yells.
“Well I didn’t hear it!” I yell back, my own voice over powering his as my body shakes. Too much has happened tonight, and I can’t fucking cope.
He releases his grip a little, and smooths his hands down my arms, rubbing away the pain he caused by gripping me. “Listen very closely. ‘Cause I don’t apologise often. I’m sorry you thought I left you. Ok? Do you understand how fuckin’ freaked out I was when I got back and you were gone? I knew you’d be fuckin’ walkin’. You’re too goddamn stubborn to ask for anyone’s help. So I came here lookin’ for you. But when I got here, everyone was goin’ off about the fuckin’ Demon Brothers bein’ on our turf, and I had to ride out. And then we fuckin’ find you, standin’ on the goddamn side of the road. I fuckin’ told you it’s not safe out there. If they found you, they wouldn’t have been nice baby. They’re not like us. They take women by force. They drug them up and keep them fuckin’ dependent. If they had have got you. Fuck. I would have started a war to get you back. That’s how much I care, Maddie. I would go to war for you.”
I inhale a shaky breath, overwhelmed by how much he seems to care. I know I should tell him that they did find me. I know I should tell him that I have to go. But I don’t. I just crush my mouth against his, fighting the tears that seem all too common lately and walk us both back toward the bed.
He pulls my shirt over my head and drops it on the ground, before doing the same with his. Both of us undoing our pants and wriggling out of them and our boots. We just need to be together. Right now.
He doesn’t need to test my wetness. I’m already fucking drenched. Every time I’m around him, I’m drenched and ready for him.
He pushes inside, his thrusts deep and strong as we connect.
As our breathing deepens, we start to moan into each other’s mouth, each knowing that the other is about to explode. I love how this man reads me. Without really knowing me at all, he somehow knows my heart.
Our moans combine and fill the air as we pump against each other, heading toward our climax. We explode, crying out, just as there’s a knock at the door.
“Fuck,” Cole groans, his breathing ragged as he holds himself above me. “What?” he calls out to our visitor.
“They need you in the club rooms.” It’s fucking Monique. Doesn’t that girl ever work? Oh… I guess she can’t. I broke her ribs.
“Alright. I’ll be right out.” He gives me one last, devastatingly lingering kiss. I suck back on his tongue, refusing to let go. Laughing, he pinches me in the ribs, so I release him. “Stay put this time,” he instructs.
“What if I need to pee?”
“There’s a bathroom right there,” he says, showing me a door with his eyes. “It’s the perk of being the VP. I don’t have to share.” He gives me a wink and kisses my forehead before pushing up from the bed and quickly getting dressed. It’s the first time I’ve seen him naked in full light, so I notice a massive scar on his right thigh.
“What happened to your leg?” I ask, nodding at the scar as it disappears beneath his pants.
“The same thing that happened to your body,” he replies, dropping his shirt over his head, then pulling his cut and boots on.
“Oh, you
Gripping me by the upper arms, he hauls me off the bed and holds me up to his face, leaning over so our eyes are level.
“You think I left ‘cause you got sick? What kind of man does that make me? I left ‘cause I was pissed at the fuckin’ cunt who stole your future from you – our future. I didn’t want you to see me go off my head. So I went for a ride. I told you to stay. I said I’d be back.”
“N o you didn’t! You just fucking freaked out and rode off.”
“I fucking did,” he yells.
“Well I didn’t hear it!” I yell back, my own voice over powering his as my body shakes. Too much has happened tonight, and I can’t fucking cope.
He releases his grip a little, and smooths his hands down my arms, rubbing away the pain he caused by gripping me. “Listen very closely. ‘Cause I don’t apologise often. I’m sorry you thought I left you. Ok? Do you understand how fuckin’ freaked out I was when I got back and you were gone? I knew you’d be fuckin’ walkin’. You’re too goddamn stubborn to ask for anyone’s help. So I came here lookin’ for you. But when I got here, everyone was goin’ off about the fuckin’ Demon Brothers bein’ on our turf, and I had to ride out. And then we fuckin’ find you, standin’ on the goddamn side of the road. I fuckin’ told you it’s not safe out there. If they found you, they wouldn’t have been nice baby. They’re not like us. They take women by force. They drug them up and keep them fuckin’ dependent. If they had have got you. Fuck. I would have started a war to get you back. That’s how much I care, Maddie. I would go to war for you.”
I inhale a shaky breath, overwhelmed by how much he seems to care. I know I should tell him that they did find me. I know I should tell him that I have to go. But I don’t. I just crush my mouth against his, fighting the tears that seem all too common lately and walk us both back toward the bed.
He pulls my shirt over my head and drops it on the ground, before doing the same with his. Both of us undoing our pants and wriggling out of them and our boots. We just need to be together. Right now.
He doesn’t need to test my wetness. I’m already fucking drenched. Every time I’m around him, I’m drenched and ready for him.
He pushes inside, his thrusts deep and strong as we connect.
As our breathing deepens, we start to moan into each other’s mouth, each knowing that the other is about to explode. I love how this man reads me. Without really knowing me at all, he somehow knows my heart.
Our moans combine and fill the air as we pump against each other, heading toward our climax. We explode, crying out, just as there’s a knock at the door.
“Fuck,” Cole groans, his breathing ragged as he holds himself above me. “What?” he calls out to our visitor.
“They need you in the club rooms.” It’s fucking Monique. Doesn’t that girl ever work? Oh… I guess she can’t. I broke her ribs.
“Alright. I’ll be right out.” He gives me one last, devastatingly lingering kiss. I suck back on his tongue, refusing to let go. Laughing, he pinches me in the ribs, so I release him. “Stay put this time,” he instructs.
“What if I need to pee?”
“There’s a bathroom right there,” he says, showing me a door with his eyes. “It’s the perk of being the VP. I don’t have to share.” He gives me a wink and kisses my forehead before pushing up from the bed and quickly getting dressed. It’s the first time I’ve seen him naked in full light, so I notice a massive scar on his right thigh.
“What happened to your leg?” I ask, nodding at the scar as it disappears beneath his pants.
“The same thing that happened to your body,” he replies, dropping his shirt over his head, then pulling his cut and boots on.
“Oh, you
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