Chapter 18 #2
His eyes soften around the edges. What is it about this man that has me melting inside every time he looks at me? It’s like I can’t hide from him.
“C’mere.” He drops into the chair and tugs me onto his lap.
His long body is relaxed back, his face within the fringes of the dancing firelight. He absently rubs a forefinger across his mouth. But it’s the troubled darkness within those hooded eyes that shows he’s not as peaceful as he appears.
I lean against him, and we watch the fire. It crackles in the stone hearth, radiating heat. Outside the cabin, the wind blows, rattling the windows.
His arms stroke my back. “Where’d you go tonight?”
“The garage.”
I feel his body stiffen. “Are you serious?”
“I needed to find something out.”
“And did you?”
“Yes.”
“You gonna tell me?”
“I don’t want to.”
“Six, I already know.”
I lift my head, tensing. “You do?”
“Your brothers… It’s them, isn’t it?”
I fiddle with the rim of my glass. “I think so. How did you know?”
“Babe, I was suspicious the minute you told me they’ve been in Durango.” He sips his whiskey and stares at the fire.
“Why?”
“Because I know them. I know what they’re capable of, at least what Remy is capable of. Unfortunately, Derek goes along like a pussy.” He tenses. “Have you known this entire time?”
“No. I swear.”
“Don’t lie to me, Six. Not about this.”
“I’m not. I… I don’t know anything for sure,” I say lamely.
“What made you suspect them?”
My shoulders drop, and I sip the whiskey. “One of the men who robbed my bar carried a pillowcase as a bag. I remember it because it stuck out at the time. It was a really feminine floral pattern. I thought it was odd. When you and I were up there earlier, I spotted it on a counter.”
“Is that all?”
“No.”
“What else?”
“When I snuck in there tonight, I found several wallets in the back of a desk drawer. When my bar was hit, they stole my customers’ wallets.”
“Anything else?”
“And then Buddy returned, and I overheard some things.”
“Shit, Maggie, you took a big risk. I swear to God, I should turn you over my knee for putting yourself in danger like that.”
“Do you want to hear the rest or spank me?” I sass.
“Both. But I’ll save the other for later. Keep talking.”
“Buddy came in to double-check he’d locked the back door. He was on the phone with Remy. He said he was already running out of money and asking when they were gonna make the next hit. Then Remy said something about…” My voice trails off.
“About what, Six?”
“He said they needed to do something about the Royal Bastards, that one was giving them problems and needed to be taken care of. I’m sure they meant you.”
Keno’s jaw ticks.
“There’s more.”
“Go on.”
“Then Buddy said, ‘Like you took care of the last one who got in our way, Remy? Derek told you that you fucked up with that, but you wouldn’t listen. Ever since then, they’ve been a thorn in our side. Now they’re everywhere.’”
Keno strokes his chin. “So, it was Remy. I thought as much.”
“What are you going to do?”
“That’s up to the MC, but they’re not going to let this slide.”
“You can’t kill them, Keno.”
“The MC can, babe. They absolutely can.”
“Keno, please.”
“They tried to kill Darko. Almost succeeded.”
“What if I turned them in? They’ll go to prison and hate me, but at least they’ll be alive.”
“Maggie, we handle our own business. We don’t call the cops and turn people in.”
“You don’t, but I could.” I’m frantic for him to understand. My eyes fill with tears. “Please help them, Keno. Please. I already lost my parents. I can’t lose them, too.”
He strokes my leg. “I’ve been trying to think of a way, believe me.”
It relieves me to know he feels that way. “Thank you.”
“I can’t make any promises.” He puts a finger to my chin and turns my face to his. “Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
He takes the glass from my hand and sets it aside, then stands, lifting me in his arms. “I’m done talking about it tonight. We’ll talk more tomorrow.”
“You promise?”
“Yep.” He carries me into a bedroom and drops me to my feet next to a big king bed covered with a wedding ring quilt.
He backs me up against the mattress, a gleam in his eyes, and then, before I know what he’s about to do, he yanks the hoodie over my head in a whoosh. His gaze lowers. “Take off the bra.”
I do, and he brushes a thumb over one nipple, then his eyes meet mine.
“Turn around and bend over.”
I blink in shock, my mouth opening. “What?”
“Bend. Over.” He’s all bossy, and a part of me is responding. Like a lot.
I give him a sly smile and do as he asks, bending deep over the bed with my ass in the air.
He strokes a hand over my hip and then curls his fingers into the waistband of my leggings. He drags them and my panties slowly down my legs, and I let him.
“There’s that sweet little naked ass bared for my hungry eyes.” He strokes over my firm, round cheek. “Thrust that pretty ass up high for me, Six.”
I go up on my toes.
He gives my ass a smack. “That’s for putting yourself in danger.” He smacks me again. “Don’t do it again.”
A thrill shoots through me.
“Understand?”
“Yes.”
“Spread your legs.”
I do as he asks, loving the way he’s ordering me around.
“Look at that pretty sight. I can see glistening moisture on those soft, petal-pink lips you just revealed to me, pretty girl.”
I shiver in anticipation, longing for his first touch.
“Fuck, that has my cock throbbing and hard as steel.” He presses it against me.
I wiggle. “I can feel it.”
“I want you to feel it and know how hard you make me.”
I push against him, undulating, and he yanks his zipper down, pulling his cock out.
“I want to fuck you,” he growls low, and his cock pulses against my body. He smacks one cheek, and a gasp tumbles from my lips. “Do you want this hard dick, baby?”
“Yes.”
He puts his mouth to my ear. “Say it.”
“Fuck me, Keno,” I pant, slowly turning my head.
“Those big blue eyes and dark lashes suck me under every damn time, Maggie,” he whispers.
The raw need for him pulses through me, and the desire to have him take me is overwhelming.
He sinks into me, giving me every inch of him, and my mouth goes slack, my eyes drifting closed. The sensation is incredible, and I never want to lose the feeling.
He wraps one arm around me, and dips his hand between my legs, his fingers searching to find that sensitive nub. He rubs lazy circles around it until I’m whimpering and moving against him, begging for more.
“Do you love me?” he asks.
“Yes,” I pant. “I’ve loved you forever.”
“How much?”
“So much, Sully.”
Once he has me so worked up I’m about to explode, he grabs my hips and begins to move inside me, slowly, drawing it out. I feel every inch of him dragging over my sensitive nerves. I writhe, needing more intensity.
“Sully, please,” I pant.
He releases my hips and skims his hands up my body to close over the big globes of my breasts, squeezes as he increases his speed and power.
“Oh, yes,” I gasp in a breath, press my palms on the mattress and arch back against him.
“I love you, Six,” he breaths against my ear.
I twist my head, seeking his mouth, and he doesn’t hesitate to give me what I want.
He cups my face and pulls me that last inch to meet his mouth. Our lips crash together, his groan teasing through me.
He seeks my nipples and rubs and pinches them, increasing his thrusts again until we both go flying over the edge in a free-fall of ecstasy.
He collapses against me, pinning my soft body to the bed. Pushing my long blonde locks aside, he kisses my spine and the base of my neck, and then he pulls back and drags me up the bed, snuggling me close.
“You’re my heart, Maggie. My life. My goddamn everything, and I know I’ll never let you go.”
I know we have so much to sort through, but I believe him and I trust him. He’s not going to leave me again, for Texas or anywhere else.
True contentment fills my heart, and my eyes glaze over. I cup his jaw and kiss his lips, and then we both drift off to blissful sleep.