Cook (The Ridge MC Book 4)

Chapter 26

Cook

Maddie still smelled like last night’s bonfire. The smoke had curled into her hair and whispered across her skin, and when she had fallen asleep in my arms, I had dreamed of her dancing near the flames. My little moth, drawn to beautiful and deadly things. How her body had swayed.

As though my morning wood wasn’t hard enough, these thoughts filtered down to my cock. It had nowhere to rise to when Maddie’s lower back was pressed into my abs and her ass resting in the curve of my hips. Just the smallest movement of hers—or mine—would detonate me. Even worse, she had me partially pinned. If I wanted to escape, I would have no choice but to wake her up and free my arm.

Her copper hair covered her face, and I brushed it back before tucking it behind her ear. The sun glistened across her skin, illuminating her like she was a star. A smattering of freckles dotted her nose and cheeks.

Fuck, she was gorgeous. But so tired.

Dark bags that had been hanging under her eyes yesterday, but those cleared up overnight. She was peaceful, perhaps the most at ease I had seen her. Even in sleep. A small smile even curled up the corners of her mouth.

I hated to wake her and break her free of the much-needed reprise. Wherever she was, neither Signora nor Tommy G. existed. None of the sick bastards she had been sold to would brave such a calm place either. Waking her would bring her back to this world with shadows and pain.

I wanted to give her every ounce of peace I could, ripping it from the sky and raining it down over the house, now our house. The place that was becoming a home, thanks to Maddie. Even my physical efforts to repair the place were owed to her presence.

For now, all I could give her was a few more moments of rest.

Maddie’s eyelashes fluttered, and I stalled my breathing. She peeked out of the corner of her eye, peeling back her eyelashes. A lazy smile stretched her lips, and my heart beat louder.

“How long were you planning on staring at me, Daddy?” she purred.

I chuckled. “As long as you needed, baby girl. Beauty rest is important.”

Rolling over, she curled her fingers into my t-shirt. “I need you.”

That was all the encouragement I needed. I flipped her onto her stomach and hiked up my old T-shirt, loving the fact that she liked to sleep in my clothes. It labeled her as mine—property I never knew I needed in my life.

Soon, so very soon, I’d get her into a leather jacket and cut with a proper patch... property of Cook. My cock thickened at the thought, but I craved something from her before I could parade her around with such a label.

Her absolute and unyielding consent. I’d pushed her to the breaking point, and I wanted to understand that limit a little more. But not this morning.

She shuddered under me as I slipped a finger into her panties and then down her slit.

“Maddie,” I whispered with my chin on her shoulder.

Instead of answering, she let out a moan and arched her back.

I changed directions with what I would demand from her now. We could come back to who owned her. Instead, I ground out, “Do you like my touch?”

She moaned louder.

“Are you my good little slut?”

For the briefest of seconds, she tensed, but then arched for more of my touch. “Only for you, Daddy.”

“Do you like my fingers inside you?”

“Yes, Daddy, but...” She groaned, and it made my cock throb.

“But what?” I demanded.

“I like your cock more.” Her hips twisted.

I split my fingers, one sliding into her cunt while the other stroked her clit. “So that’s my pretty little slut.” Adding a second finger and pushing her harder, I said, “My baby girl.”

She closed her eyes and my hand stilled.

“Maddie,” I said in a warning tone.

“Keep talking. It’s working like I can see you.”

I let out a low rumble. “Your body feels so good in my hand.”

“Yes,” she whined on a gasp.

“Are you going to come for me, baby girl?”

“Yes!” It was somewhere between a cry and shout.

I drove my fingers harder inside her. “My nizhóní.”

“Oh, mmm,” she moaned again, and I slipped my fingers from her perfect pussy, eliciting a protest. “Daddy, please.”

“So needy.” I removed my weight from her to get rid of the accursed fabric between us. As I reached for the waistband of her frilly panties, I grinned. “What is it my little slut needs?”

“I, ah,”—she writhed on the bed, her body instinctively searching—“You know what I need, Daddy.”

“Oh, I can see,” I cooed as I shoved the boxer briefs over my aching cock and down my thighs, “but want to hear the words falling from your lips.”

Her hips reached back for me and twisted from side to side, yet she didn’t speak. I drew my hand back and smacked her ass.

Maddie yelped.

“Quiet, or I’ll have to gag you.”

She buried her face in the pillow and let out a squeal. My cock beaded with precum at the sound. I grabbed the base, holding it at the ready, but I was not giving it to her until she told me.

“What do you need, Maddie?” I repeated.

Turning her face from the pillow, she hissed and said between pants, “Your dick. Deep inside me. Stretching and filling me. Marking me. Owning me.”

How perfect she was.

With my cock still in my hand, I leaned over and grabbed her chin, bringing her nose to meet mine. “I fucking love it when you talk like a little whore, nizhóní. But those words are only for my ears. If I hear you utter such dirty things outside of my bed, I will punish you. Do you understand?”

“Only for you,” she answered.

My cock grazed across the crack of her ass, and I had to stifle a groan.

“Put your face back in the pillow.” For what I was about to do, I knew she’d let out a sound that would wake the dead, and I didn’t want my house guests to hear her pleasure. That was mine alone.

I pressed down on the back of her neck to make sure she didn’t arch up and cry out and then I slammed my cock inside her in one thrust.

“Good, baby girl.” I could feel the scream claw up her throat in my hand as her pussy protested against the intrusion. It throbbed around my cock, tightening and releasing, and I bit down on my lip until I tasted blood to keep from roaring with how fucking amazing she felt.

“So fucking tight.” I kept talking so she knew who had her. “I’ve got you.”

Wiping the blood from my lip onto my shoulder, I waited for what seemed like an eternity while her pussy relented to my cock. It felt like war, but one where I could lose myself forever.

“Will your pretty little cunt surrender?”

She whimpered. And that’s when I pulled her back with me until we were both kneeling upright, her back glued to my chest. One of my hands slipped under the shirt she wore, cupping her breast and rolling her nipple between my thumb and finger.

When she let out a little mewl, I clapped my hand over her mouth. “You have to hold in all those sexy little sounds, baby girl.”

I kissed and nipped my way down her neck from her earlobe to her collarbone. There, I sank my teeth into her flesh, and she squirmed, freeing her voice into my palm. I sucked on the bite, making sure it would leave my mark on her, wanting my mark to erase every other stain and scar on her body and soul.

She still didn’t control her voice, so I released her and let out a soft growl in her ear. A warning. “Do you want me to fuck you?”

A noise slipped from her throat.

“Nod if that’s a yes.”

She nodded.

“You will be quiet, yes?”

Another nod.

“On your hands and knees.”

Immediately, Maddie obeyed, shifting her ass in a way that had me biting down to keep from groaning aloud.

I drew back my hand and smacked her again over the handprint I’d left before.

She sighed, but it was quiet.

“Good baby girl,” I whisper-praised her.

I pressed the shirt up to her shoulders, looking at the clean and smooth skin on her back. Not marred like the rest of her. They’d cut her, burned her, and done God only knew what else, but never on her back. I found that odd, but figured there must’ve been something about seeing her face while they tortured her. Sick fucking bastards.

Dead fucking bastards!

But then again, how sick was I with the thoughts running through my mind right now? The idea of marking her as mine, while I had intended with my mouth and cock and a property of patch, bloomed into something else. Something more permanent.

“Who do you belong to, Madeline?” I growled, needing to hear her give herself to me.

“You.”

I dug my fingers into her hips, deciding not to mention a tattoo in the middle of this, but I wanted to mark her more permanently than a patch. Instead, I slid almost all the way out and drove back into her, splitting her wide. She let out a strangled moan, but nothing loud enough to earn punishment. Sadly enough.

Maddie pushed her hips back toward me, as though begging for more. I returned home, driving into her, trying to get so deep I never had to leave.

My spine tingled, and she panted. Her pussy quickened around my cock, drawing me inside with each pulse. My balls drew up, tight like small bombs ready to explode.

I couldn’t, though, not inside her. I wasn’t about to become a father in truth. I clenched my jaw, working to hang on.

Holding her hips, I pulled her toward me with every thrust. Again and again she opened to me, accepting everything I could give, shaping around me like a mold fit only for me. I pushed her harder, making her ride my cock like she’d been born on the back of a bike.

She flipped her hair to look back at me, her maple eyes dripping with desire.

Looking down, I watched my thick and slick length disappear inside my girl over and over until she whimpered. “Daddy?”

She wiggled against me. “I’m going to come.”

“Come,” I ordered, fucking my way deeper inside of her. “But be quiet.”

As I thrust inside of her, I reached around her waist and pinched her clit. Maddie clenched around my cock. She fucking came, her pussy capturing me in her hold, but I couldn’t come inside of her. I wasn’t wearing a condom, and she wasn’t on birth control.

I hissed between my teeth as I rode out her orgasm, and when the contractions slowed, I pulled out of her and pushed down on her back, placing my cock along the crack of her ass. I wouldn’t take her there. Not yet, but this at least gave me another channel to fuck. I threw myself on top of her, and Maddie arched her body so her lips could meet mine.

Kissing her deeply, I ground my erect cock between our bodies, and with a few more thrusts between us, I came on her back. I continued to kiss her. It was that or break my own rule about loudness, and my roar would’ve broken the sound barriers with the intensity of that orgasm.

When I sat back, Maddie smiled at me over her shoulder, a hazy look in her eyes and a lazy smile on her face.

Maddie reached back and dragged her fingers through my cum and then sucked my seed from her fingers. My cock twitched, and she smirked. She knew exactly what she was doing to me.

I should run Celt and Roni out of my house and then fuck her again, not caring who heard. But there was shit I had to attend to.

She reached for me, but I kicked away her arm and then smacked her ass, playfully this time. She giggled, and I shook my head.

“That’s naughty, baby girl,” I said.

She tried to muffle her giggles in the bed, but the sound rose.

“Don’t make me punish you,” I warned.

She raised her hips, her ass cheeks on display. This was exactly what she wanted. She was going to be the death of me.

I slapped her ass, and she jerked, grinding her thighs together. She was likely wet enough right now to soak the sheets beneath her. They already smelled of her. Of us. I waited back on my knees, my cock rising, and then slipped my boxer briefs back on my hips.

No more fun for it this morning, or we would never leave this bed.

Maddie peeked over her shoulder, a challenging note in her eye, and I shook my head. Don’t do it, Maddie, I wanted to say, but I really wanted her to defy me. She raised her ass, and I slapped her cheeks again. They jiggled, and she chuckled. I slapped her again, and she slumped forward on the bed.

“Get up,” I said, crawling over her and off the bed.

Maddie rolled to her side and then glanced at my boxer briefs, pouting.

I grabbed last night’s towel off the back of the chair and handed it to her, putting an end to the fucking for the morning. Maddie, not liking it, still cleaned herself up as I picked out clothes for her and put them on the bed. I grabbed a T-shirt, jeans, and new briefs for me.

“I need new panties too,” said Maddie, beginning to change.

“No, you don’t,” I said.

She peeked up at me, and I gave her a sly smile. I wanted her to smell like she needed me, and if it kept her upper thighs wet, so fucking be it. On her, I wanted to smell sex.

She turned away, her hair falling in front of her face, but I knew she smiled.

Maddie reached for the dress I set out for her. “Thank you for choosing my outfit.”

I stopped cold. It’s something I’d started doing almost unconsciously, but it just felt right. If I wanted her wearing something, I needed to show her the way.

After we changed, we walked out of my bedroom. I tried to ignore how Roni was already in the kitchen, beginning to make breakfast. The only two people who should’ve been cooking in there were Maddie or me, preferably me.

Face red, probably from embarrassment, Maddie stopped at the bedroom doorway. I swung my arm around her shoulders and dragged her forward. There was no point in hiding who we were or what we were doing.

“Mornin’,” I said.

“Good morning,” sang Roni, sweeping her gaze between the two of us. “I hope you don’t mind. I was hungry.”

I very much minded, but Roni was basically already done making breakfast. “Where’s Celt?”

“Somewhere outside,” said Roni. “He couldn’t handle hearing his best friend fucking.”

Maddie ducked her head. Embarrassment looked adorable on her. When had she become so shy, though? Maybe she had been spending too much time with Lanie. Or Roni.

But Roni couldn’t be that shy, right? After all, she’d just called us out red-handed.

“You can call him in,” I said to Roni, scooching her out of the way and slipping the spatula from her hand. “Now that it’s safe.”

Roni laughed. “He probably won’t believe me.” But she walked to the door and belted out his name.

Celt came around the side of the house, stalking by the window to the front door. When he entered, he kissed Roni and turned a narrow gaze at me.

I shrugged.

If it weren’t for the girls present and grabbing dishes to set the table, he may have walked right over and punched the daylights out of me. But when he saw Maddie and Roni talking, he melted. Having an old lady had made him weak. Me too.

“Breakfast is up!” I joined the rest of the group on our patio.

Maddie

Cook pulled the motorcycle—not his, but one Bou had bought and fixed up—up to Louie’s Diner. Apparently, this one still needed an owner, but everyone in town already had their own. This one wasn’t as big as Daddy’s, but it purred nicely.

Celt stopped his bike beside us. Roni slipped off with ease, but I clung onto Cook. My bones vibrated, and my legs were like jelly. I was still getting used to riding. Cook tapped my knee, and I slipped off the motorcycle, nearly falling. But Cook grabbed my arm and steadied me.

“You good?” he asked, concern leeching into his voice.

My ass was sore, but any pain was all numbed by him. “Yeah.”

Cook slipped his arm around my shoulders as we headed up toward the diner. Celt and Roni entered first, ringing the bell above the door.

Celt greeted the hostess and server like they were old friends. “Heya, Margo. Looking hot today.”

Louie, behind the counter, pointed a greasy spatula at him. “Hands off my girl, Red.”

Cook kissed Margo on the cheek, and she waved off all the men, including Louie. Pointing at the booth in the back, she said, “They’ve been waiting for half an hour.”

Apparently, these kinds of connections were normal when you lived in the town you grew up in. Would I have connections like this if I hadn’t been abducted? Somehow, I doubted it because I lived in LA before I was abducted. Mel didn’t act this familiar with anyone that I’d seen so far.

As Roni and Celt headed toward a booth by the windows, two people stood: one woman, one man. They both wore suits, and briefcases waited at the base of the booth. They had only ordered coffee.

Cook stepped in front of me. “Eyes on me. If you’re nervous here, look at me.”

Something released between my shoulder blades when I looked into his chocolate-brown eyes.

“Do you want to leave?” he asked. “You don’t have to do this.”

Mel had asked for Hellen Heels to come down to the Ridge. Roni had already been working with them in the DA’s office, but it was my turn now.

“I can do this,” I said.

Cook nodded and then stepped out of the way.

Roni had already greeted Hellen, though I needed to remember not to call her that. Mel said her name was... oh shit! I forgot. My hands started sweating.

The man turned toward me. “Maddie, this is Marley Jacobson, and I’m her assistant, Kyle Simpson. We work for the Los Angeles DA office.”

Hellen, no Marley, no Ms. Jacobson held out her hand, and I wiped my sweaty palms on my skirt before shaking it. Her handshake was like steel, like she would be able to wrench my shoulder from its socket. While Kyle held out his hand, I didn’t shake his.

I was starting to think this was a bad idea. I stepped back and knocked into Cook. While I didn’t look at him, I felt his gaze on me. He measured me. As my daddy, he was judging my reaction, how far he could push me. Could I use my safe word now?

“I understand this can be very overwhelming,” said Kyle. “It’s why we came to you. Isn’t it, Marley?”

“Yes,” she snapped and then stepped back toward the booth. “Should we sit? If I had known others would be joining us,”—she looked pointedly at Celt and Cook—“I would’ve gotten us a bigger table.”

“We’ll get chairs,” said Celt, and he and Cook sauntered off.

Roni slid into the booth, all the way to the window, and I stifled the urge to run and sit down beside her. Kyle and Marley sat across from us, and then Marley pulled a manila folder out of her briefcase. When she opened it, a stack of white pieces of paper were paper-clipped together. The small black type was cramped together on the page, and I couldn’t read it upside down.

Before Marley could start, Cook and Celt came back, dragging the chair legs across the floor. Everyone in the diner was looking at us, all three of them, and the heat rushed to my cheeks again. If the fact that Cook and Celt were bikers wasn’t intimidating, they went out of their way to act like crass boys too. Cook turned his seat around, leaning his chest against the back with one arm on the metal bar spanning the back.

His thigh met mine, and he dropped his thick hand on my knee. It soothed me just enough to keep from bolting from the diner.

Celt, while he sat in his chair properly, boxed the DA and her assistant into the booth.

“Go ahead,” said Cook after a long moment.

Marley released a deep breath. “Maddie, you’ll need to make an official statement about what happened to you. I’ll also need to ask questions. We have a decent case against the Gambinos, but it can definitely be stronger. I’ll need you to come to the courthouse in LA so I can depose you officially.”

She said this like it was a forgone conclusion. That I’d comply with whatever she demanded. My eyes flitted over to Cook.

Kyle jumped in, though, “Will you be able to do that, Maddie?”

I looked at Cook, and he nodded. “I’ll make sure you’re there.”

Marley sat back, crossing her arms. “You’ll only get one chance to do this.”

Cook stiffened, glaring at the DA. Did she want to talk me out of it? If Roni was doing it, then I could do too. We had gone through the same shit, and we would take our strength from one another.

I nodded.

“Okay,” said Marley. “I wrote something up, so you have an outline.”

Accepting the papers, I looked down at the tiny type. I’d learned to read and write like most elementary-school kids, but some of these words were utterly foreign. I looked up at Cook.

He took the papers out of my hand, folded them, and shoved them inside his cut pocket. “We’ll read through it.” He made it seem super nonchalant, like I wouldn’t have a problem when I actually sat down to read it. Daddy took care of me in all things without letting on to anyone else.

Roni put her hand on my other knee. “It’s not that bad, really.”

I smiled, liking her more with every interaction.

Cook’s cell phone buzzed twice and dinged. He removed his hand from my knee, and I almost grabbed it to bring it back. After showing his screen to Celt, the two of them stood, cutting Marley off as she talked. Not that I had any idea of what she was saying.

“Celt and I have a... meeting,” announced Cook, dropping his brows to a V as he peered down at me.

I pursed my lips, not wanting him to leave me, but I knew they had business happening today. Why did it have to be now, though? Everything was swirling around me, and I was caught in the vortex. I balled my hands up under the table, holding myself still.

Cook leaned down, hissing, “Breathe, baby girl.”

Then he leaned over and handed the papers to Roni, staring into her eyes. “You’ll help her, yes?”

Roni nodded and took the document.

If he said something after that, I didn’t hear what as more motorcycles pulled into the diner’s parking lot. The other members of the MC. And Mel.

Marley had also stopped talking, her eyes were wide like she had walked into a trap. Her assistant didn’t look any better.

“It’s a party in here,” called out Bou as she came into the diner. Wilde was on her heels. He seemed bigger, somehow. Or maybe this space was just closing in on us. On me.

Angel and Mel entered too, holding hands. I didn’t see them as the romantic types, but there was a definite show of connection, if not affection.

Mel used to work for the DA’s office, but she stood on a different side of the law now. Strange, though, how everyone here was still fighting for the same thing.

“Should we pull up some chairs?” asked Bou.

“No.” Celt stepped back. “You can have mine. We’re just heading out.”

Cook held out his hand to my sister, and she sank into the chair beside me. I should’ve expected it, though it still felt weird. I gave her a tight-lipped smile. I didn’t want to say much in front of Marley or her assistant.

“Perhaps we should go,” said Marley, forcing herself out of the booth. She almost knocked into Bou and then Celt. “This meeting was really just supposed to be the start, and Kyle and I are very busy. It’s a long ride back to LA.” She cleared her throat, and Kyle climbed out of the booth.

At the same time, Wilde and Angel crowded around with Cook and Celt. The bikers stood a head taller than even Kyle. He was a shrimp of a man, but not threatening in the slightest. In fact, I would much rather talk to him than his boss.

Marley turned back to Roni and me. “I’ll be in my office all day tomorrow, so any time you arrive...” She didn’t finish her sentence, just turned on her heel and left. Kyle, with a shrug, quickly followed her out. The bell over the door gave a strangled rattle as the door settled shut.

Cook started to laugh, and the others chortled too. They all chuckled like old friends, but I squirmed in the seat. Hellen Heels and her boy, Kyle, took off in their sleek new car. Dust hung in the air behind them.

“So how’s the new place, Bou?” asked Roni, smiling. I didn’t know how she did it.

Bou took Celt’s chair. “It was good. Wilde and I moved in this morning. We only have a bed and couch, but the other furniture will be delivered this afternoon.”

“Did you get it from Phoenix?” asked Mel.

My tongue was stuck to the roof of my mouth as I sat there through the banter. Were we just having a normal conversation after talking about depositions against the Mafia? And all while they had a meeting to get to with a part of that very Mafia? I wasn’t sure this counted as normal, but this was better than before the suits left.

I would like it if I wasn’t completely startled.

“Yeah. They had the best shit,” said Bou. “We did try some thrift stores, but Wilde said they weren’t his style.”

Wilde grunted and landed a hand on her shoulder. “What I said is that we didn’t need that shit.”

Bou ran her hand down her bulging belly. “We do.”

Wilde let out a huff, but the light invaded his eyes. It was all in good fun, and suddenly I warmed to this group a little more. I liked Roni and was working my way toward a connection with my sister. Bou, as intimidating as she was, seemed nice at heart. Maybe I should let go of the notion that she was pushing Mel on me against my will.

When I glanced up for reassurance, Daddy gave me an easy smile and nod. Knots unfurled in my shoulders.

Bou leaned on the table. “How did this go?”

“Fine,” muttered Roni. “Kyle is always a joy to work with. Marley, well, she’s an acquired taste.”

My sister snorted. “Everyone in the office hated her.”

Angel wrapped his arm around Mel. “And Lanie’s boss said she had a better record in court than Hellen Heels.”

I lowered my gaze, smiling now that I got the nickname they’d given the staunchly dressed woman.

“What was that about LA?” asked Mel, words directed at me.

Daddy nodded again, urging me on.

“Roni and I are going tomorrow so I can give my deposition and support Roni in testifying at the trial,” I said.

Mel and Angel exchanged worried looks.

“I didn’t realize you would be ready for that so soon,” said my sister.

“I’ll testify if I have to,” I said, pushing ahead. “I’ll figure it out.”

“You sure?” asked Mel, and I nodded. I wouldn’t be backing out now.

“She’s got this.” Cook dropped a hand on my shoulder.

Mel looked up at him and let her eyes trace our connection.

Mostly to distract her, I asked Mel, “Are you going to the meeting?”

Angel immediately answered for her, “No.”

Mel whipped around, a retort almost visible on her tongue, but Angel leaned down. “I’d rather stay with you,” he said.

My cheeks burned.

“No way, fucker.” Wilde snapped at Angel. “We’re in this shit together. Otherwise, I’d’ve kept my ass curled around my ol’ lady this morning too.” Wilde eyed Bou, but she shook her head.

“I need a break from you before you induce labor prematurely.” Bou winked at him and then stretched her eyes wide at us with a small shrug.

“Wouldn’t be the first premature thing in your life, Prez,” Cook quipped.

Wilde backhanded him but chuckled at the same time.

“Honestly, ya’ll need to get the fuck on the road,” said Bou. “Don’t wanna keep Vegas waiting.”

That she wasn’t going raised my hackles. Did it mean that what the MC was doing was dangerous? I looked up at Cook, whose face was drawn but neutral. He revealed nothing, and I wasn’t sure I wanted to ask.

“What about you? You wear the patch too.” Celt let his gaze move from Roni to Bou.

“We”—Bou pointed to all the girls in a circular motion—“will be at my new house.”

“Your new house?” scoffed Wilde.

“Yep.” Bou nodded and then beamed.

I liked when she smiled. It showed a softer side she seemed to hide.

Resting a hand on her belly, she continued, “We’ll have a slumber party or some shit. It’ll be my first real girlfriends’ experience.”

While my heart skipped a beat—this would be fun—the guys weren’t impressed. Celt and Cook stiffened, staring at Bou suspiciously. Was I missing something? Roni giggled, like she was in on the inside joke.

“Get out!” Bou pointed to the door of the diner. “You got shit to be doing, and it ain’t me.”

“Fine,” growled Wilde, stalking out of the diner. He pointed back at her before slipping through the door. “But you owe me when this is done.”

Bou rolled her eyes as she faced the table. “That man’s gonna fuck me silly one day.”

Roni laughed and Celt kissed her sweetly goodbye.

Cook leaned down toward me. “Be good,” he murmured in my ear. Then he lifted my chin to get access to my lips and gave me a lingering kiss. Pulling away, he whispered in my ear, “Stay wet for me, but no orgasms.”

I let out a small gasp, but then he pulled back his hand. Balling my hands into fists until my knuckles ached, I held myself back from grabbing his hand and shoving it deep between my legs. He kissed me on the cheek and then walked out with the others who had already said their goodbyes.