Chapter 15
Mad Dog
“What do you think is gonna happen to Mercer?” Willa asks, as she snuggles into my side in the back of Roman’s fancy ass car.
Marx decided he’d escort Mercer back to the clubhouse in the trunk of his ride. I mean, shit, after Willa knocked him clean the fuck out we figured we were already in trouble. May as well add kidnapping to the list.
“I imagine the club will have some questions they want answered.”
Willa turns to look up at me, green eyes bright in the low light. “And that’s it?”
“Babe, you were there at Switch’s farm. What do you think we'll do with him?”
She stares up at me, searching my face before a smile tugs at her plump lips. “Good.”
I press my lips to her crown, breathing in her floral scent. I still can’t believe she called me her man. I’m over the fucking moon and yet I don’t want to push for more. Not yet, not when I know how skittish she is.
“Mad Dog.”
“Miles,” I murmur, wanting nothing more than to hear my name fall from her lips.
“Miles,” she whispers, peeking up at me through her lashes in such a non-Willa way.
She looks as if she wants to say something, hesitating a moment, her gaze locked on mine before she leans up and sips at my lips.
She’s gentle, shy almost and I can’t get enough.
This woman in my arms is different from the one I’ve fucked in the past. This is Willa with her walls down.
She’s trusting me with her heart and there ain't nothing in the world that will make me ruin that trust.
Wrapping her in my arms I deepen the kiss, licking against the seam of her lips, asking for entrance.
She moans softly against me, her tongue meeting mine.
After a second, or a minute, or an hour we pull back, just a touch, just enough for me to take in her beauty as she opens her eyes, hazy with lust.
“I need you.”
“I’ve got you, babe. Always.” I press another kiss to her swollen lips before maneuvering her onto my lap.
I spread my legs wide, taking Willa’s with mine until her back is pressed to my chest, her legs spread wide over mine, opening her up for me.
One arm wraps around her, my hand resting on her full breast, kneading the soft flesh as my other hand moves to her thigh.
My rough fingertips catch a little on the smooth silk of her dress as I slowly gather it in my palm, drawing it up Willa’s over her thick thighs until all I can see in the moonlit backseat of the Russian mafia car is Willa’s creamy skin.
“Fuckin’ beautiful,” I murmur when forest green lace is exposed.
My hand drops to the cleft between her legs, fingers hesitating just a moment when I touch soft plump flesh instead of the damp silk I was expecting.
“Crotchless surprise,” Willa whispers huskily before letting out a moan when my finger swipes through her slippery folds. “Fuck,” she hisses and my hips thrust up at the sound. “Please, Miles, I need you, need your cock.”
I press open mouth kisses to her throat, to the sensitive spot behind her ear, to her shoulder as my fingers work.
Dipping into Willa’s tight heat, drawing out her cream, painting her core and clit with her essence until she's writhing in my arms, her hips thrusting in the air, greedily trying to get my fingers where she wants them. But I’m not ready to let her run this show.
This is her punishment for scaring ten colors of shit out of me while she fought Mercer on her own.
I may trust my woman to take care of herself, but that doesn't mean I’m happy about it.
“Stop fucking teasing me,” she demands, but there’s no heat behind it. Not with how breathless she is, how whiny she is.
“When I make love to you it won't be in the backseat of Roman’s car,” I growl.
“But I need you!”
“I’ll take care of you, sweetheart. Do you trust me?”
Her head tips back until her gaze meets mine. Her eyes are glazed with pleasure as my fingers hook inside her, at that rough spot that makes her squeal, but her voice is crystal clear when she answers me.
“I trust you.”
“Thank you, babe.” I press my lips to hers, devouring her, tasting her as my fingers fuck her sweet pussy.
The car is filled with the sound of our combined moans, my fingers bringing Willa to climax as her thighs clamp shut, trapping my wrist so all I can do is massage her inner walls as she cries out her release.
“You’re not done yet, baby.”
Willa
What does he mean I’m not done? I’m lying splayed out on the warm leather seats of a Russian Pakhan’s private car with my climax on my thighs. My brain is addled and I should ask Mad Dog why he’s wriggling back there, moving his warm, hard body until I’m on my back in the backseat, legs akimbo.
“Oh I am so. Not. Done. With. You.” Miles drops a kiss between my wet thighs between each muttered word, his beard brushing my overly-sensitive lips.
“Miles,” I gasp when his tongue licks me from asshole to clit. “Holy shit.”
My body feels like it’s touched a live wire; everything is buzzing, alive, alight with more than just pleasure. I feel…worshipped. Precious. Treasured. This is more than what Miles and I shared previously. This is different, because we are different.
“Please, Miles.”
His dark gaze looks up at me from my core where he laps at me, holding me captive with his large hands gripping my hips.
He plunges deep inside me before suckling gently, rhythmically at my clit, the sounds of his mouth on me obscene in the back seat of this car where I am most definitely making a mess and I don’t care.
I can’t. Not when I’m held captive by the look in Miles’ eyes.
The one that tells me exactly how he feels.
I can only hope he can see the same reflected in mine.
And in that moment, when my gaze searches his, is where I fall.
***
“Do you think he heard anything?” I whisper, too afraid to ruin the peaceful silence Miles and I are enveloped in.
He chuckles, burying his face in my soft stomach. He’s still between my splayed legs, face pressed against my belly, his rough fingers drawing patterns on my exposed thighs.
“Babe, with how loud you were moaning, he definitely heard us.”
He snorts and raises his hand when I try to slap him upside the head. “Miles!” I hiss before covering my face in my hands. “I can’t believe you ate me out in the back of Roman’s car.”
He gasps dramatically, “Eating out is so crude! I made love to you, Willa. With my mouth.” He wriggles his brows and I can’t help the snort that flies out of me.
“You’re a dork.”
“Yeah, but I’m your dork.” He grins up at me before grimacing. “Are we too old to be dorks?”
I think for a moment. “I’m not. You might be.” I snort and then break out into giggles when Miles blows a raspberry on my belly.
“Shit.” Miles sits up, pulling his phone from inside his tux jacket, looking at the screen. “It’s Marx.”
Instead of answering it he presses a kiss to my mound before flicking my dress down.
“Yeah?”
I sit up, smoothing my clothes back into place and trying not to listen in to Miles’ conversation. A bit hard given that Marx is damn near yelling down the phone, but I look out the window, watching the Rose Grove street lights flash past.
“Chewy needs to sit this one out…she just had a damn baby…yeah.” He swipes the screen before pocketing his phone.
“I really liked it when you both said goodbye,” I sass.
“I promise I will always say goodbye to you.” He sits next to me, wrapping an arm over my shoulders, pulling me close. “So, how do you feel about joining in on a little light information gathering?”
“Hmm, does this light information gathering use fists?”
“Maybe some knives,” he says all nonchalantly.
“I think I can handle that.”
“And that, is why you’re perfect for me.”
The car pulls into the long clubhouse driveway and I get to see Miles’ armor snap back into place.
He’s no longer Miles. He’s my Mad Dog. As the car rocks to a stop he opens the door, offering me his hand.
I give him a soft smile, choosing not to take his hand.
I climb out, rest my palm against his cheek and press a kiss under his chin.
“You go ahead. I’m gonna slip into something a little more interrogation-y.”
He grins at me, patting my ass as I sashay past him. “Don’t be too long.”
“You have Christopher Mercer trussed up in the back of Marx’s car. There’s no way I’m missing him pissing himself in fear.”
Mad Dog grins at me while I grin back.
“And another one bites the dust,” Pops says, a little too close for comfort.
“Where the hell did you come from?” I screech.
“Nowhere and everywhere.” he replies before winking at me. “You two can thank me later.”
Mad Dog steps up to me, grasping my hand, twining his fingers with mine as we watch Pops swagger into the clubhouse. “We’re never gonna hear the end of the Love Prez.”
“Yup.”
“Is it bad I don’t give a shit?”
“Nope.” I squeeze Mad Dog’s hand and tip my head toward the clubhouse. “Come on, we have rich people to question and Diesel’s operation to shut down. I mean, I’ve done it once before, may as well do it again.”
He beams down at me, squeezing my hand back. “I fucking knew you were the one for me.”