Before I can form a coherent word, my legs are parted and he moves down my body. He shoves his head between my legs and sucks on my clit, making me buck and gasp. “I could eat you all day,” he says before his expert mouth goes back to my clit.
He plunges two fingers inside of me. I squirm, but he holds me firm, fucking me with his mouth and hand, quickly and unrelenting. He slides the metal ball of the tongue piercing over my clit, and I buck at the sensation. It is intense. My body is on fire, and I’m gasping, trying to breathe. I pull at his hair as the orgasm crashes through me without warning and my muscles clamp down on his fingers. I can’t hold back—I scream his name.
My body collapses as I savor every wave of pleasure that hits me. He moves up my body until he hovers over me and says, “Taste yourself.” He presses his lips to mine, so I open as he commands. My arousal is sweet on his tongue.
When he’s had enough of the torture, he parts my thighs. I’m eager to have him bury himself inside me again. He thrusts forward, and even though I’m wet, his size is still overwhelming. He sucks on my neck and teases me with sweet kisses, and I relax. He pulls out and thrusts at a steady pace.
“It’s been forever since I’ve been inside you.” He places kisses on the most sensitive part of my neck. “Far too long,” he murmurs, and I wholeheartedly agree.
He quickens his pace until he’s fucking me like a man possessed, hitching my right leg up higher until he’s in deeper, hitting my G-spot. I moan louder as I hold on for dear life. My fingers dig deeper into his back as I’m getting closer to that sweet spot, and the moment his fingers connect with my oversensitive clit I fall apart into a million pieces in his arms.
“You feel so good,” he rasps. He kisses me hard as he chases his own release. His body finally bucks as he fills me. He collapses beside me, panting and wiping the sweat off his forehead.
“Lucky I’m on birth control,” I murmur jokingly.
His eyes bulge. “Fuck, I’m sorry, I forgot.” He looks away, confused. “I’ve never forgotten.” His eyes pin me. “I blame you. You and your witchcraft.”
I laugh out loud. “Mywitchcraft?”
He nods. “Yes,youhave this control over me.”
I smile, secretly loving it.
I go to the bathroom, and when I come back he’s already asleep. He seems more tired than usual. The Mercedez drama is taking a toll on him. I should give him a break, but it tears me apart that because of Mercedez’s manipulative ways, I have to be second best. That he fell asleep quickly in my bed is a compliment—he feels at ease in my home. I snuggle into him and moments later fall asleep.
The loud sound of a phone ringing startles me awake. The ringtone isn’t mine. Twitch groans, fumbling for the phone until he picks it up. I catch a glimpse of the screen before he answers, and my stomach drops. It’s Mercedez.
“Hello,” he answers groggily.
The room is quiet, so I hear every word.
“Where are you?” Mercedez demands, her tone sharp.
“Wait, what?” Twitch sounds confused. “I fell asleep at my mom’s. Why?”
“So you’re not with Milly?” she asks in a fiery voice.
“No, I’m not,” he replies confidently.
“I warned you, Twitch. If you don’t make me your ol’ lady, I’m telling everyone.”
Dread takes my chest hostage, making it hard to breathe.
Twitch stands abruptly, putting the phone on loudspeaker. He grabs his shirt and pulls it on aggressively before sitting back down. “You think threatening me is going to make me fall in love with you?” he snaps.
I’m impressed he’s standing up for himself, but the tension in the room is suffocating.
“Don’t make me out to be the bad guy,” Mercedez hisses. “I get what I want, and you got the freedom of screwing the president’s sister without him finding out. You really think your MC family is going to want you if they find out about the betrayal?”
I gasp, the weight of her words hitting me like a punch to the gut.
Twitch makes eye contact with me, his expression hard. “I’m coming back to the clubhouse now,” he says, then hangs up and rushes to grab his pants. “I’m sorry. I’ve got to go. I took the tracker off my bike, but she’s convinced I’m here with you, and, well... she’s not wrong.”
The realization that this is all we’ll ever be hits me with full force. There’s a deep ache beneath my ribs, like all four chambers of my heart have been crushed.
He kisses my cheek, but I don’t feel it. The moment he leaves, tears fall freely down my face.
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