She cries out at my attentions to her clit, and I feel the wet heat of her breath just before she takes my head into her mouth, swirling her tongue along the slit to taste my precum. It shifts her hips down—she’s so small compared to me—and I lift my hips while burying my tongue deeper in her pussy, my nose pressed between her ass cheeks, but I never stop.
She moans at my flavor, like it’s a treat she savors, and the buzz of her moan zings through me. I pull back, smacking her ass playfully. “That’s it, Angel. Suck my cock down your pretty little throat. I’m gonna lick this sweet pussy and make you moan around my cock. Moan on me, Maggie.”
I dive back into her pussy, thrusting my tongue in and out of her. She’s close, grinding her pussy on my hungry mouth and moaning around my cock as she keeps sucking me down. The feeling drives me wild, making me growl against her pussy. “Fuck, that’s so good.”
“You too,” Maggie gasps breathlessly, her hips bucking, wanting more. “Let me feel how much you like me sucking you.”
We become louder, our grunts and groans echoing against each other in a cycle that renews with each sound until Maggie freezes, my cock deep in her throat as she cries out her release.
I pull her tighter, burying my face in her so deeply I can’t even breathe, but I don’t care because all I need is her and the sweet nectar she’s pumping against my tongue.
As soon as her spasms stop, I push her off me, pinning her underneath me and slamming my cock into her.
I don’t give her time to stretch, wanting to feel those last orgasmic quivers of her pussy, but I slide in and out slowly, needing to feel every bit of her silky walls against my cock. She moans, wiggling her hips as she squeezes me with her pussy, wanting more.
I gather her hands above her head, holding them with one hand and cupping her jaw with the other so that our eyes meet.
“You and me, Angel. I don’t know what’s going to happen tomorrow, but it’s you and me. Together. And if this is all we have, then I’m spending the rest of my life with the woman I want by my side until the end. I love you, Maggie.”
Her eyes shine with tears, but her voice is strong. “I love you too, Shane. Tomorrow is tomorrow. You said you were anchoring me to this moment, but I need you here with me. Right now, just be here with me. My man. Forever.”
I look over her body, my marks visible along her neck, her chest and tits, her hips, and though I can’t see them, I know she’s claimed on her thighs and above her mound too. “You are mine, always.”
Maggie smiles, nodding and biting her lip. “Yours. And you’re mine too.”
I thrust into her, harder and more powerfully, my strokes getting rougher as I demand more and more from her small body, but she takes me, fiercer than I’d ever imagined my Angel to be.
Our eyes stay locked the whole time, never leaving each other for a moment, even as we both come hard. We don’t even cry out. The whole time, we’re nearly silent as our eyes say everything that needs to be said, the only sound the rush of our breath and the slap of our hips.
My cum creams out of her as I pull out and we collapse in each other’s arms. Maggie curls against me, falling asleep fitfully in my arms, but I stay on alert.
I’m dreading tomorrow’s meeting, knowing it’s potentially a suicide mission. But I’m hoping that we can make Dominick see reason.
Chapter 21
Maggie
Even after an entire morning of Shane’s constant coaching about what to do in every possible scenario he foresees for the meeting, I’m still nervous. Noon comes faster than I expected, and my stomach is grumbling as I sit in the passenger seat and watch the streets. “I should have eaten.”
“I offered,” Shane reminds me. “Nothing better to start your day than frozen breakfast sandwiches.”
I laugh, looking over. He’s wearing just a tank top, the bright white of the bandage over the taut skin of his arm taunting me. It really was just a nick, didn’t even need stitches or glue, but still . . . it’s a bullet wound. I nod, “I know, I know.”
Shane chuckles and flexes his arm. “You know what I want to do when we get some normalcy again?” he remarks. “I want to go to the gym again. Gotta stay in shape. You wear me out.”
I smile, knowing he’s just trying to relax me. “I could be enticed into watching you get your buff on.”
Our conversation tapers off as we drive up and down the street three times before Shane pulls the old blue truck up outside Petal’s front door.
He does a full scan, and then with one last quick kiss, we get out and approach cautiously. Shane knocks twice on the door, and it opens a crack, Nick peeking out. He looks wary and confused at the same time, like he shouldn’t be this concerned about people he knows.
“Shane? Meghan? You alone?”
Shane nods “Yeah, Nick. Alone and unarmed. You know Dom’s got three cameras on us right now. It’d be stupid not to be. Allie here?”
The door swings open wider, and I can see Allie, her face a mask of confused fear, but when she sees me, she squeals and runs for me. Her long arms surround me in a tight hug even as she starts demanding answers. “What the fuck is going on?”
Her hug has pulled me away from Shane a step or two, and with a quick jerk, he pulls me back to his side and out of Allie’s reach. Allie’s jaw drops in surprise at his move, and then she narrows her eyes, taking in the visible marks along my neck and the upper swells of my breasts. “Ooh, it’s like that?”
She’s teasing, giving me a thumbs-up, and I almost even feel like smiling. Until I realize Nick is leering at me like he never has before.
Before he can say anything, though, Shane steps between us, blocking his view. “Nick, we need to see Dominick. Now.”
Nick nods once, moving to pat down Shane, looking a little embarrassed by it. “Protocol, man.”
Shane allows it but barely manages to hold himself in check as Nick does a more thorough check on me, like I’d be hiding a gun in these shorts. I knock Nick’s hands away when he gets a little high on the inner thigh, though. “I’m clear and you know it, pervert. This ain’t the airport, and I’m pretty sure that ‘don’t touch’ rule still applies.”
He smirks but turns and leads us into the main room. It’s well-lit, more like it is when we clean after closing each night than the usual dim ambiance I’d expected.
But it lets me see the room and its inhabitants more clearly. Dominick is sitting alone at a table near the edge of the stage, right in front of the big pole that dominates the middle of the room, a glass filled with amber liquid on the polished wood beside him.
As Nick takes his place, I can see that there’s a guard in every corner. Dominick doesn’t bother standing, just gestures to the chairs opposite him, and we sit.
It’d almost feel like a double-date, Dominick and Allie on one side, and Shane and I on the other, if it weren’t for the pesky fact that things are about to go more than a bit sideways. Well, that and the guards in every corner.
Dominick picks up his glass and takes a sip before setting it down and studying us curiously. “So you asked for this meeting. What is so important?”
Shane looks at Allie, then back to Dominick. “I appreciate your agreeing to meet with us. And I apologize for asking that Allie be present. I know that would not be your preference, but I feel it affords us a certain amount of safety, considering the information I’m about to share.”
Dominick’s face tightens slightly, just at the corners of his eyes, belying his anger, but he keeps his cool. I can see it now, the aura of power, the comfort in his place in the hierarchy. I’d been fooled that it was just about him being the boss of such a hot club, but there’s so much more. Not to mention, I think he has ice in his veins considering the cool tone as he speaks. “There is always risk to sharing information. I hope that you have not set either of us up for any . . . safety issues.”