I pull back and catch her eyes. “Unless it’s just me and you, you wear a bra when there are men in the house.”
“I—” Her chest heaves and her pussy convulses.
“That wasn’t an intro to a conversation, baby. It’s just me telling you straight-up I will be pissed if you don’t do what I say, now lose the shorts.” Her hands drop from my shoulders and move to her waist. I bite back my smile as she quickly unhooks her button, pushes her shorts to the floor, and kicks them away. I slide my hand deeper between her legs. “Wet,” I groan, slipping one then two fingers inside of her.
Her hips start to move in sync with my fingers and her hands move, one wrapping around my hip, the other moving to hold onto my hair as my mouth covers her breast, and I pull her nipple in, sucking hard. “Counter. Bend over it now,” I order, taking a step back and feeling my chest heave. Her eyes scan my face for only a moment before she moves to the counter and tentatively bends over it. Moving behind her, I catch her eyes in the mirror, lean forward, and kiss her back while my foot kicks her feet farther apart.
“Honey,” she whispers, her back arching and her ass tipping. Moving my hands up the curve of her ass, I hold her open and watch as the tip of my cock pushes inside of her slowly, inch-by-inch. Pulling my eyes from us, I look at her and watch her head fly back, her mass of hair flying through the air, her eyes closing, and her lips parting on a gasp.
“Look at me.” I plant myself inside her, feeling her walls contract. Her head dips forward, and her eyes slowly open and lock on mine. “Never keep yourself from me,” I grunt, pulling out slow, moving back in even slower. “Never, baby.”
“Never,” she whispers, tilting her ass higher and sending me sinking deeper.
Wrapping one hand around her hip, I slide the other forward and roll it over her clit, watching her eyes go half-mast.
“Please, harder,” she whimpers, but I don’t change my pace. I keep at her slowly while my fingers roll. When I feel her walls start to clamp down around me, I skim my hand that was around her hip up under her breast and pull her back.
Her head turns toward me and I cover her mouth with my own as I pinch her clit, sending her over the edge. Her loud moan vibrates down my throat as I shift my hips forward once more, planting myself there as I come hard, groaning down her throat when I do it. Breathing heavily, I pull my mouth from hers and rest my forehead against the crook of her neck, placing a kiss there.
“I missed you,” she whispers, and I lift my head to catch her eyes in the mirror. “I missed this.” Smiling at her, I watch her pull in a breath then let it out slowly. She doesn’t smile; her face goes soft, but her voice drops. “Don’t do anything that will take this away from me.” Tears fill her eyes right before she drops them to the countertop in front of us. “Please don’t do anything to risk this.” Losing our connection, I turn her in my arms, take her face in my hands, swipe the tears from her cheeks, and wait until I have her attention before speaking.
“You don’t have to worry. Promise. Nothing is going to happen.”
“You can’t know that. You were just shot.”
“I know, but I need to know you trust me to get this done so you and I can move on. I want to start our future, and until this is behind me, behind us, our future is at a standstill. Trust me to do right by us.”
“I do, but if something happens to you, I’m going to be so mad at you,” she mutters, and I burst out laughing. As I tug her into me, she glares. “That’s not funny.”
“It’s a little funny.” I chuckle, kissing her forehead.
“You’re so strange,” she murmurs, wrapping her arms around my back, resting her cheek against my chest.
“I love you, Maggie,” I whisper, kissing the top of her head and feeling her arms convulse. “So fucking much.”
“I love you, too,” she whispers back.
We stand holding each other for a long time, long enough for Lane to come up and pound on the door, making sure we’re good and causing Maggie to turn a shade of red that I’ve never seen her turn before—worse than when her mom asked if she could teach us the Karma Sutra.
After that, we showered and dressed, and then got us and our shit in the car and headed out, with Zack, Lane, and Teo following behind us.
When we arrive at Kai’s, I know bringing Maggie here was the right decision. The house, surrounded by a seven-foot fence, lit up like Christmas, would be a deterrent for most. But if someone was stupid enough to fuck with us here, there was no fucking way they would be able to sneak up on the house without someone seeing them coming. Kai put in the best security money could buy, and I have no doubt that even if someone was walking through the desert, we would know they were out there before they even got close.
As the gate for the driveway opens, I look over at Maggie and see she’s still asleep. She passed out not long after we hit the road and would probably sleep the rest of the night if I didn’t wake her. I don’t want to wake her; she needs rest, and even if she was upset about leaving the house we made our home, I know she was on edge there.
Getting out from behind the wheel, I quietly shut the door and walk around to meet Pika and Aye, Kai’s two bodyguards standing at the end of the sidewalk, then wait for my men to join me.
“Good to see you, man,” Pika greets, and Aye lifts his chin.
I lift mine back then mutter, “Not sure you know Zack, Lane, or Teo, but they’ll be with Maggie when I’m not.”
“What’s up? I’m Aye, and he’s Pika,” Aye returns, dipping his head toward the other bodyguard.
“Zack?” Pika’s eyes squint, looking at Zack, then he smiles. “Shit, man, how the fuck are you?”
“Didn’t think you recognized me.” Zack smiles, putting out his fist toward Pika who bumps his against it.
“You’re uglier now, so it took me a minute,” Pika replies, and Zack chuckles then looks at me and mutters, “Pika used to take over the VIP in Bistros every time he was in town. He had bitches ten-deep every night, all of them cool with sharing his affections.”
“I miss Vegas.” Pika smiles then looks at Aye. “We get some time before we have to head back to the island, we’re going out.”
“Sounds good to me.” Aye grins, and I look between him and Pika, knowing that at one time, I would have been right there with them, but not anymore. Now the idea of random women isn’t even a little bit appealing.
“You wanna show me where we’re staying? Maggie’s asleep. I want to get her settled then we’ll talk,” I say, and Aye looks at the car behind me.
“Heard about her. Uncle Frank wouldn’t shut up about her,” Aye mumbles, bringing his eyes to me. “Sorry about what happened. It’s fucked up, but in the end, you’ll get yours,” he assures, and I know he means that in more than one way.
“Yeah.”
“I can take Maggie in while you guys get shit sorted,” Lane puts in, and I look at him, but his eyes are on the Suburban where Maggie’s sleeping.
“I got her,” I tell him, and as his gaze comes to me, I see something there that sets my teeth on edge when he nods. Looking from him to Zack, I see his eyes on Lane, watching him in a way that has me wondering what the fuck I’m missing. I know Maggie and the guys are cool; they’ve been cool since the first night she showed at the club, but now I’m wondering if I missed something in all the shit that’s gone down.