Anguish
Page 43
“So tight,” he growls.
“Mack,” I whimper, arching.
“Don’t come yet. Hang on,” he grinds out.
I watch his cock again, sliding in and out of me. God, it’s the most beautiful sight, and the moment I see it, glistening and hard, I come. I can’t stop it; I can’t hold it back. I come with such force my entire body shakes, and my head bends back into the pillow as I scream his name.
“Fuckin’ sweet,” he growls. “Now watch me, honey.”
My body is still shaking when his thrusts get harder and faster. My eyes are trained on him in the mirror, and his muscles bulging and his back tensing tells me he’s close, and it’s the sweetest sight I’ve ever seen. Then, without warning, he pulls out, curling his fist around his wet, hard cock. He jerks it and I watch in fascination as he explodes. His head drops back, his powerful body arching as his cock shoots liquid over my exposed pussy and thighs.
It’s the most amazing thing I’ve ever seen in my life.
“Mack,” I whisper as he comes down from his high. He lets my legs settle and he steps back, fully naked, beautiful.
“Now do you get it?” he rumbles.
“I get it,” I breathe.
“I’m not an asshole, Lah. I’m hard, but I’m not an asshole. If I’m fuckin’ you, it’s you I’m thinkin’ about. I fucked up, but I won’t do it again. You’re in my bed, then it’s only you on my mind.”
“Okay,” I whisper.
“This, between us . . . I don’t know what you want out of it, but—”
“I want what it is. I don’t expect more.”
“Jaylah . . .”
“I get it. I’ve seen you, Mack. I’ve watched you, and I know how you are. I know you don’t give your heart—hell, you barely give a damned smile—but I also know there’s something here, whatever it is. I’m willing to keep going with it. If it’s sex, that’s fine with me; sex with you is amazing. If it’s sex and then it breaks down, that’s fine too. I don’t expect you to throw me on a white horse and ride with me into the sunset. I’ve never been that girl. I’ve never had high expectations. You are who you are, and I’m willing to go with that.”
He stares at me for so long I squirm. Then, in a low voice, he says, “You should shower.”
He gets it; I know he gets it.
And he’s not going to argue.
That’s fine with me.
Really, it is.
~*~*~*~
MACK
“Causal sex with your fuckin’ nanny,” Maddox says, pressing a cigarette to his lips and drawing, long and hard.
“It’s a mutual choice,” I mutter, pressing my ass against my bike.
“It’s never a mutual choice. Girls feel too much, and they say it’s fine, but it ain’t.”
“Jaylah knows what I am.”
“Don’t mean she won’t try and save you.”
I hold his eyes, and we drop into a stare-down. He finally turns away with a grunt. “You’re playin’ with fire, Mack.”
“It’s sex, Maddox.”
“It’s not just sex. That girl is deep; it’s written all over her.”
“Deep is you and Santana, it ain’t Jaylah and me.”
Maddox shakes his head, finishing his smoke. “Your life, your choice. Just take somethin’ from me,” he says, his voice low. “Don’t you hurt that girl. You feel her getting too close and you can’t give her what she want and needs, you take a walk.”
I nod, jerky.
“Got you, bro.”
“Speakin’ of bro, how’s your brother?”
I flinch. “No fuckin’ clue. He hasn’t come by again, and he’s disappeared.”
“You think he’ll be back?”
I nod. “He’ll be back.”
“You got a plan for when he does?”
“I’ll deal with Benito.”
His eyes flash, but he nods.
“How’s the shit after Mexico?” I ask, changing the subject. I don’t want Maddox involved in my life.
“Shit.”
“Got backlash?”
“From the Tinmen, we do.”
“They’re pissed, their plan didn’t work, and they know shit is comin’.”
“They’ve been on the lowdown, no doubt reportin’ to Howard in prison.”
I lean against my bike again, placing my hand on the seat. “You got any idea how you’re goin’ to end this war?”
“I’ve got a few choices. The first is settin’ them up and bringin’ the club down with the cops.”
I nod, rubbing my chin. “Could work, but that means involvin’ ourselves with the law.”
“Yeah, but it means puttin’ them fuckers behind bars and breakin’ the club.”
“The other chapters will come into it,” I point out.
“True, but there’s a solid chance they won’t, too.”
“What’s the next plan?”
“The next plan is us settin’ them up, only with someone fuckin’ bad.”
“Any chance of workin’ this shit out and gettin’ them out of the city?”
Maddox shakes his head. “No chance. They’re invested now, and they want this turf. They also want our asses. Howard might be in prison, but he’s fuckin’ smart, and he ain’t goin’ to back down.”
“Mack,” I whimper, arching.
“Don’t come yet. Hang on,” he grinds out.
I watch his cock again, sliding in and out of me. God, it’s the most beautiful sight, and the moment I see it, glistening and hard, I come. I can’t stop it; I can’t hold it back. I come with such force my entire body shakes, and my head bends back into the pillow as I scream his name.
“Fuckin’ sweet,” he growls. “Now watch me, honey.”
My body is still shaking when his thrusts get harder and faster. My eyes are trained on him in the mirror, and his muscles bulging and his back tensing tells me he’s close, and it’s the sweetest sight I’ve ever seen. Then, without warning, he pulls out, curling his fist around his wet, hard cock. He jerks it and I watch in fascination as he explodes. His head drops back, his powerful body arching as his cock shoots liquid over my exposed pussy and thighs.
It’s the most amazing thing I’ve ever seen in my life.
“Mack,” I whisper as he comes down from his high. He lets my legs settle and he steps back, fully naked, beautiful.
“Now do you get it?” he rumbles.
“I get it,” I breathe.
“I’m not an asshole, Lah. I’m hard, but I’m not an asshole. If I’m fuckin’ you, it’s you I’m thinkin’ about. I fucked up, but I won’t do it again. You’re in my bed, then it’s only you on my mind.”
“Okay,” I whisper.
“This, between us . . . I don’t know what you want out of it, but—”
“I want what it is. I don’t expect more.”
“Jaylah . . .”
“I get it. I’ve seen you, Mack. I’ve watched you, and I know how you are. I know you don’t give your heart—hell, you barely give a damned smile—but I also know there’s something here, whatever it is. I’m willing to keep going with it. If it’s sex, that’s fine with me; sex with you is amazing. If it’s sex and then it breaks down, that’s fine too. I don’t expect you to throw me on a white horse and ride with me into the sunset. I’ve never been that girl. I’ve never had high expectations. You are who you are, and I’m willing to go with that.”
He stares at me for so long I squirm. Then, in a low voice, he says, “You should shower.”
He gets it; I know he gets it.
And he’s not going to argue.
That’s fine with me.
Really, it is.
~*~*~*~
MACK
“Causal sex with your fuckin’ nanny,” Maddox says, pressing a cigarette to his lips and drawing, long and hard.
“It’s a mutual choice,” I mutter, pressing my ass against my bike.
“It’s never a mutual choice. Girls feel too much, and they say it’s fine, but it ain’t.”
“Jaylah knows what I am.”
“Don’t mean she won’t try and save you.”
I hold his eyes, and we drop into a stare-down. He finally turns away with a grunt. “You’re playin’ with fire, Mack.”
“It’s sex, Maddox.”
“It’s not just sex. That girl is deep; it’s written all over her.”
“Deep is you and Santana, it ain’t Jaylah and me.”
Maddox shakes his head, finishing his smoke. “Your life, your choice. Just take somethin’ from me,” he says, his voice low. “Don’t you hurt that girl. You feel her getting too close and you can’t give her what she want and needs, you take a walk.”
I nod, jerky.
“Got you, bro.”
“Speakin’ of bro, how’s your brother?”
I flinch. “No fuckin’ clue. He hasn’t come by again, and he’s disappeared.”
“You think he’ll be back?”
I nod. “He’ll be back.”
“You got a plan for when he does?”
“I’ll deal with Benito.”
His eyes flash, but he nods.
“How’s the shit after Mexico?” I ask, changing the subject. I don’t want Maddox involved in my life.
“Shit.”
“Got backlash?”
“From the Tinmen, we do.”
“They’re pissed, their plan didn’t work, and they know shit is comin’.”
“They’ve been on the lowdown, no doubt reportin’ to Howard in prison.”
I lean against my bike again, placing my hand on the seat. “You got any idea how you’re goin’ to end this war?”
“I’ve got a few choices. The first is settin’ them up and bringin’ the club down with the cops.”
I nod, rubbing my chin. “Could work, but that means involvin’ ourselves with the law.”
“Yeah, but it means puttin’ them fuckers behind bars and breakin’ the club.”
“The other chapters will come into it,” I point out.
“True, but there’s a solid chance they won’t, too.”
“What’s the next plan?”
“The next plan is us settin’ them up, only with someone fuckin’ bad.”
“Any chance of workin’ this shit out and gettin’ them out of the city?”
Maddox shakes his head. “No chance. They’re invested now, and they want this turf. They also want our asses. Howard might be in prison, but he’s fuckin’ smart, and he ain’t goin’ to back down.”
