Still, I don’t mind having a little bit of an upper hand. And it would only make the orgasm ten times more explosive if she was enjoying this too.
As Amara glides upward, I circle her nipples with my thumbs. Knowing just how much she loves it, just how sensitive they are, I smirk as I watch her mouth go slack as she lets out a small moan. She strokes down again and then back up, and I tease her nipples again. Each time she strokes, I reward her by flicking my thumbs.
She glides fasting, stroking me harder, and I pamper her more, until she is grinding against me and I am driving her wild. Finally, she pulls away, her lips wrapping around my cock and she takes me in nearly to her throat. I continue to tease her as she whimpers, sucking and gagging and sucking more until I moan.
“Oh fuck.” I grab the island again because if I don’t, I’m going to collapse on top of her. “Trakhni menya, detka…”
I feel the hot release surging through me and unload into the back of her throat. But Amara swallows, taking all of me with ease before sitting back on her knees again. She smiles up at me and wipes her lip with her finger, licking it off. Then she trails her finger down my bare, sweating chest.
“About that baby shower…” she purrs.
I grit my jaw, still trying to get my land legs back. “I’ll figure something out.”
She smiles, sashaying out of the closet.
I want to run after her. To fuck her within an inch of her life. But I can’t. For one, my dick—maybe for the first time ever—isn’t up for a round two just yet. Second, my phone is vibrating its way off the island.
I fumble for it and see Baron’s name flashing on the screen.
“Yeah…” I answer, doing my best not to sound disheveled.
“We got problems, boss.”
That’s enough to bring me back down to earth.
“Chert voz’mi,what now?” I bark out, putting the workout t-shirt back on the rack and reaching for a black button-down.
“We’ve got word on Tristan.”
“You found him?”
“We found him. But that’s not all. All those inmates that escaped maximum security? They’re working for him. Them, and a dozen more guys he’s scraped up from the streets. You were right—he’s building an army.”
A million things go through my mind.
Does he know about the divorce?
Does he care about the truce?
Every question circles back to the same answer, though. This is Tristan Chadovich we’re talking about. He doesn’t care. Not about truces. Not about tradition. Not even about family. He wants revenge and power and he’ll stop at nothing.
I get dressed and head towards the door to meet up with Mav and Baron and the rest of the men.
Amara has the shower running, but steps out in a towel. “What’s going on?” she asks.
“Don’t worry about it.”
“Wait, where are you going?”
I answer by turning around to face her. Then I kiss her, hard and deep enough to make her lose her balance when I pull away.
“Do not leave the house and do not open the door for anyone,” I tell her before walking out.
42
RANSOME
“Hey! I was watching that,” Jenica snaps at me when I grab the remote and turn off her trashy daytime show.
