23. Savage #2
“Every inch of you is mine. Your mouth. Your breasts. Your ass.” I let my free hand drift down her abdomen and between her legs. I raked the tips of my fingers along her clit as I repeated, “Every fucking inch, and I take care of what’s mine.”
“Malcomb,” she breathed as she turned and glanced over at the door.
“It’s good,” I murmured between kisses. My hand greedily moved under her shirt, caressing her breast over her bra. “No one’s coming in here.”
With that, she let her inhibitions fall away as her desire took over.
She reached for my cotton t-shirt, gently pulled it from my body, and watched it fall to the floor.
Knowing it was her turn, she bit her lip and raised her arms over her head.
My hands immediately dropped to the hem of her t-shirt and eased it over her head before tossing it quickly to the floor.
My hands roamed over her bare skin, only stopping when I reached her breasts. My fingers slipped inside the cups of her bra, pulling her breasts free. She licked her lips in anticipation as she leaned back and waited for me to devour her.
A low growl rumbled in my throat as my head lowered to her nipple, my tongue flicking across the tip before my lips surrounded it and began sucking with gentle pressure.
Her breath quickened as I moved to her other breast, her entire body shivering with my touch.
I released her breast from my mouth and took a step back, eagerly grabbing her waist as I turned her to face the counter.
I twirled my hand around the long length of her hair, gently tugging it as I warned her, “Hold on.”
A rush of anticipation surged through my body as she placed her palms on the smooth counter and waited. Goosebumps prickled against her skin when I stepped forward and placed my hands on her outer thighs. A small moan echoed through the room when I slid her skirt up her thighs.
My thumbs hooked in the waist of her lace panties as I dragged them slowly down her long, lean legs. As soon as she stepped out of them, I trailed the tips of my fingers up the inside of her thighs. Her breath caught as my fingers slipped between her legs, circling her clit.
I unbuckled my belt before easing down my zipper. She groaned with anticipation as I continued to torment her with my fingers. Even though we knew the door was locked, there was an extra thrill to being out in the open like we were, and the thought of getting caught only excited me more.
After sliding on a condom, I positioned myself between her legs and thrust deep inside with one hard, smooth stroke. A deep hiss escaped my lips as she immediately started pulsing around me, adjusting to the fullness. She moaned in pleasure, relishing the feeling of my cock buried inside of her.
I began moving with shallow thrusts, readying her for what was to come. Her hands grasped at the counter, bracing herself as I increased my pace to an anguishing rhythm. My hands moved down to her hips, holding her in place as I began driving into her with harder, deeper strokes.
Her body trembled, and her breathing became ragged as her climax approached. She gasped as one of my hands reached around to tease her clit. The gentle pressure of my finger was what she needed to send her over the edge. “Oh God, Malcomb,” she cried as the waves of ecstasy rolled through her.
"Easy, babe, or the boys are gonna hear us.”
Her breath was ragged as she urged, “Don’t stop.”
She didn’t have to worry. There was no way I was going to stop, not when we were both so close.
When she started to contract around my cock, my thrusts became relentless, and I quickened my pace, chasing my own release.
Seconds later, I leaned my head back, and my growl echoed through the room as I came deep inside her.
“Fuck, I’ll never get enough of you,” I whispered in her ear.
“I certainly hope not,” she purred as I tossed my condom in the trash, and she cleaned up a bit. When we started to get dressed, she looked over at me and asked, “You wanna tell me what that was about?”
“Just wanted to spend some quality time with my girl.”
“Um-hmmm.” She pulled her shirt over her head as she said, “If you say so.”
“I mean it.” I stepped over to her and slipped my arm around her waist, pulling her over to me. “You’re what keeps me going. That’s why I want you around as much as possible.”
“Well, I like having you around, too.”
“Then, stay.”
I was about to give her a big spiel about quitting her job and just moving in with me right then and there when Torch peeked his head around the corner and called out, “Savage?”
“Yeah.” Londyn stepped back into the shadows and quickly fixed her skirt as I answered, “Yeah, I’m over here.”
“Hate to interrupt, but ah, Prez wants you in his office.”
“I’ll be right there.” I finished buckling my belt as I looked over to Londyn and said, “Sorry, babe, but I gotta get going.”
“I know. It’s okay.”
“It’s getting late. You and Dalton can crash in my room, and I’ll be there as soon as I can.”
“Okay. I’ll see you in a bit.”
I gave her a quick kiss, then walked out of the bar and made my way to Maverick’s office.
When I walked in, Bruton was sitting across from Prez’s desk with Torch and Q.
As soon as Bruton saw that I’d walked in, he smiled and said, “Looks like everyone who’s anyone is here.
So, why don’t you boys tell me why I’m here? ”
“We’ve had some blowback from our last drop.”
“Blowback?” he asked, looking and sounding unconcerned. “What kind of blowback?”
“The kind that almost got my girl and my son killed,” I snapped.
“I have no idea what you are talking about.”
“The Stingers are pissed that we did that drop in their territory,” Maverick explained. “We tried a peace offering, but that didn’t go over. Now, they’re embarking on a war.”
“To hell with them,” Bruton spat. “They have no say over territory. I own that lot. Hell, I own the whole fucking street.”
“They clearly don’t care who owns what. They see it as their territory.”
“Um-hmm.” Bruton stood and adjusted his sweater vest. “I’ll take care of it.”
“And how are you going to do that?”
“That’s no concern of yours. I said I’d take care of it, and I will.” He started out the door as he announced, “We have another drop at the end of the month. We will discuss the location at a later date.”
“You handle the goods,” Maverick interjected. “We’ll take care of the location and the manpower.”
Bruton stopped and thought for a moment, then gave a simple nod. “Fair enough. Until next time.”
Without any further discussion, Bruton walked out of the room. Q was the first to ask, “What the hell was that? Are we actually gonna trust him to handle this?”
“We’ve got no reason not to,” Maverick answered.
“So, what now?”
“We gotta stay vigilant.” Maverick looked over to me as he said, “Our guest made it pretty clear that he wasn’t alone. There are others out there, and once they realize that he’s missing, there will be more to come. We need all hands on deck. We gotta be ready in case they pull anything tonight.”
“Understood.”
Protecting the family had always been our number one priority.
We lived or died by the brotherhood. We always had, and we always would.
If Bruton didn’t handle the Stingers, we would, and we would handle them in ways they couldn’t imagine.
And there was a piece of me that hoped we would get to do just that, especially after hearing their plans for Londyn and Dalton.
The Stingers had it coming, and they were going to get it one way or another.