“You just feel so good, I need to do something.” She may have been telling the truth, but the look in her eyes said she knew exactly what she was doing to me.
Once I was fully seated inside her, we both let out a groan and I needed to take a moment before everything ended far too soon.
As slowly as I had pushed in, I pulled back out, enjoying every ripple and clench of her around me. Over and over I moved inside her, taking everything she was offering and giving her everything I had.
I knew there was nothing I could do to be worthy of her. She was everything I wanted, but I could never earn her. But I could be everything she needed. In fact, it would be my honor.
True, she would never want for anything. But Margaret Bauman had not suffered a day in her life. She’d struggled, yes, and fought for what she wanted. And I was happy to fight with her.
Her hands travelled around my neck and into my scalp. She’d already marked my back, I was sure of it. I wanted her marks on me. I wanted my mark on her.
Maybe I’d do that with our next round. Leave a trail of hickeys on her body. The thought sent a jolt of lust through me and my pace increased.
Faster and faster I moved inside of her. “Fuck, baby. You’re so tight. It's like you never want to let me go.”
“I don’t.” Her words fuelled my movements.
There was no rhythm, just two people finding solace in one another. I moved my thumb to her clit and pressed down. “Come Maggie. I need one from you. Do it. Now.”
Even though my words were choppy she still did as I asked. She chanted my name before squeezing me, causing me to follow over the edge with her.
I collapsed to the side of her. Our heavy breathing was the only sound in the room, the sheen of sweat a clear indication of how much we gave one another. I rolled to my back and pulled her to my side. She rested her head on my chest and all was right with the world. No one could get to us.
The buzzing from the floor quickly removed that notion from my mind. “I need to get that, love.”
I extricated myself from beneath her and moved to retrieve my phone from my pants pocket.
The message on the phone was like being doused with cold water.
Nick:Both brothers booked, awaiting arraignment. Fred still at large. Considered a fugitive.
I showed Maggie the message as I climbed back into bed. For the first time since Fred’s release I saw fear etched into her features.
“The kids.” She looked up at me, not afraid to show how scared she was. “I want them under this roof. You said this place is a fortress. Then we need to treat it like that.”
I nodded at her. “I know and I agree. But Nick has a guard outside your parents’ house and your dad is no slouch. Let’s wait until morning. It will be less disruptive for them. And we can get a few hours of sleep before we get them.”
“Fine.” As she let out that deep sigh, I knew the only reason she’d agreed with me was because I brought up disrupting the kids. She would have us driving at this minute if she had her way. “But then you sleep, too.”
With a smile, I readily agreed. “Of course. You wore me out woman.”
For the first time in quite a while my alarm woke me. Maggie’s back was snuggled against my chest, my cock nestled between her ass cheeks. As hard as I was, there was nothing I could do about it. We needed to get the kids. And the earlier we did it, the better.
If Fred had intentions of watching the house, there was nothing we could do. But I wanted everyone back before the man had time to make a move.
“Maggie.” I gently shook her shoulder. “We need to get up, love.” Of course, the first thing she did was move that ass. I let out a groan. “And for the love of all things horny, do not move your ass like that.”
She wiggled ass once more and let out a giggle. “Can you actually move with that thing?”
“With sufficient willpower, yes. But if you try that again, we won’t have time for coffee before getting the kids.” I shoved the covers down and got out of bed. I went straight to the bathroomand did what needed to be done before I stepped back into my room.
My heart stuttered at the sight before me. Maggie had pulled on one of my T-shirts. Two things struck me at once.
Firstly, she was comfortable digging around in my things for something to wear. And secondly, how much I loved seeing her in my clothes. Especially bent over like that as she retrieved her clothes from the floor.
She faced me, a knowing smirk playing on her lips as she noticed where my eyes were. “Give me a few minutes and we can leave. Though, maybe I want coffee first. This is way too early for them on the weekend. I need some armor.”
As promised, we met in the kitchen less than 20 minutes later. Both of us were in sweats and she still wore my T-shirt. The amount of satisfaction that raced through me as I saw her in it probably bordered on caveman-alphahole but I didn’t care. It probably smelled like me, reminding her she was mine. And as the soft fabric draped over her curves, she made sure the world knew it as well.
