“You gonna let me take what I want, however I want to take it?”
I nod again. “Yes.”
One hand slips around me, and I feel his fingers slide between my legs to separate my folds, opening me to his strokes. It brings me up on my toes, and my head drops. Suddenly, his other hand is in my hair, fisting, pulling my head up as two fingers thrust inside me.
I gasp.
“You ready for me?” he asks as he strokes, searching and finding that spot that drives me wild.
“Yes,” I pant, quivering from what he’s doing to me with those fingers. “Always.”
“Good fucking answer,” he growls, pulling his fingers out, and then replacing them with his dick, burying himself to the hilt in one deep stroke that has me sucking in a deep breath, tottering on my toes.
One arm locks around my ribs to hold me immobile, while his other hand buries in my hair, twists my head, and brings my mouth to his. His lips slam down over mine, stealing what little breath I have left.
And then both arms lock around my hips, and he’s lifting me, ordering, “Wrap your legs around me, hands on the wall.”
I press my hands to the wall, my heels hooking around his ass, my position almost horizontal as he holds me tight and begins pounding into me from behind.
He goes deep, deeper than before, pounding into me until I know my inner thighs will be bruised.
He tightens one arm and releases me with the other so he can put his hand to the wall and hold us both up.
It isn’t long before he’s grunting. “Fuck.”
And then he pushes me flat against the wall, the tiles cold against my breasts as he slams into me one last time to groan out loud as he comes inside me.
His breathing is heavy as he jerks once, twice more, and then his muscles go limp and he slides me to my feet, pressing us both to the wall in exhaustion.
After a moment, he pulls me under the shower spray, soaping my body tenderly, without speaking a word the entire time. While he says no words of love or tenderness, the way he touchesme communicates to me he cares about me, and that his feelings run deep, perhaps even more so than words ever could.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Keno—
The first streaks of early morning light filter through the hotel room window.
I’m on my back in bed with Six curled to my side.
Stroking my fingers lightly over her arm, I stare at the ceiling.
The decision I have to make has been eating at me every minute since Rock laid it on me. Do I accept the VP position at the new chapter that’s forming in Texas? Or do I give it up and stay in Durango to be with Maggie.
The idea of a relationship with her fills me with warmth and happiness, but is it fair to drag her into my world? I know the threats that come with it, and the last thing I want to do is put her in danger.
Making her mine puts a target on her back for any enemy who wants to get to me by destroying the most important person in my life.
It used to be that family was off limits to retaliation like that, but I’ve learned over the years that not everybody plays by those rules anymore.
Retribution can take any form and often takes down innocents in the process.
Being a nomad has given me more freedom than I could ask for, but it’s also given me enemies in a lot of places. One of the advantages was always that I was hard to find, not sticking in any one place.
If I put down roots, I lose that advantage.
And if I stay in Durango, I'll bring all that straight to Maggie’s doorstep.
On the other hand, I’d have a chapter full of good brothers I trust at my back.
