“Yes.”
“Even knowing that your mom and Chris wouldn’t approve. That you might be in danger until this war is over. You’d still choose me?”
“Yes, baby,” I declared, wrapping my arms around his neck as he held me by my waist.
“Why?”
“Because . . . I was falling in love with you. I think I already did love you. I just . . . wanted the time and chance to experience it fully.”
He smiled as he cupped my cheek, then pulled me close for a sweet kiss. “You might think you love me, but IknowI love you. I tried to convince myself loving you didn’t mean I had to have you. That it meant I had to do whatever it took to protect you. But if you want to choose me . . . I’d be a fool not to let you.”
My voice came out shaky as I said, “What are you saying, Wicked? Please don’t play with my emotions.”
“I’m saying, if you still want me, I want you, and we’re going to make this work.”
“I do want you,” I confessed, “still.”
His hands wrapped around my neck, and that time, our kiss was deeper. Before I could completely surrender to having his lips on mine, Wicked pulled away.
“I’m going to put cameras here,” he said, motioning toward the items on the island. “I’m going to put a tracker on your car. I’ll always need your location until The Outlaws are no longer a threat.
“On the off chance you’re away from your phone or car and something happens, when you’re outside of the house, I need you to wear this at all times . . .” He lifted a choker with what looked like a thin chain. The choker and chain were connected by a gold heart. Loosening the heart, he loosened the chain, then slid it over my head. “There’s a tracker in this. It’s inside the heart.”
Wicked paused and looked into my eyes. “As long as you have this on, I’ll always know where you are and be able to get to you if you need me.” I looked down, admiring the necklace. The chain dangled down to my navel, and because it had diamonds, it looked like an expensive piece of jewelry, not a tracker. Wrapping the chain around his hand, he pulled, tightening the choker around my neck and using it to pull me into his chest. Gasping, I gripped his thighs as a moan escaped me. “Being able to do that is my favorite feature though.”
“Mm, mine too.”
Our tongues connected before our lips did. I don’t know what came over me—what this man brought out of me—but I was getting nastier and nastier each time I let him inside of me. With haste, we discarded of our clothes, and before I knew it, I was in the air, legs wrapped around him, as he bounced me on his dick until I squirted and came. Wicked pressed me against the wall, strokes shifting upward in a way that allowed him to keep hitting my spot.
Even if I wanted to be quiet, I couldn’t. The second time I came, it urged his orgasm to come as well. Quickly, he pulled out of me, and I got on my knees. My mouth opened widely, and I sucked him as he came and jerked. His hand wrapped around my hair and pulled as an animalistic grunt escaped him.
“Fuck, bae,” he moaned, trying to pull himself out of my mouth, but I continued to lick and suck.
I looked up, and our eyes locked. He looked so good biting down on his bottom lip with sexy, pleasure-filled, lazy eyes. When he pulled away again, I allowed his dick to pop out of my mouth. Wicked pressed me against the island and filled me from behind.
His thumb eased into my asshole, and every time his dick filled me, he’d pull his thumb out. And when his thumb was deep, his shaft slid out of me. The double pleasure left mespeechless, gasping for air. I couldn’t breathe until his free hand smacked my ass and he commanded me to. As soon as I inhaled, I came again, harder than I ever had before . . .
When Wicked told me his auto shop was having a small company party tonight, I had an expectation that was nothing like what he planned. Clearly, we had different definitions of small. Though there was less than fifty people in attendance, the event planner Wicked hired had gone above and beyond. She had the ballroom looking like it was fit for royalty.
Wicked had what he called small gifts of appreciation for his staff, because they were basically working for a man behind bars temporarily, which he more than appreciated. So much so that the small gift was a ten thousand dollar bonus for everyone in attendance.
As I two stepped with a drink in one hand and a blunt in the other, my eyes zeroed in on a woman running her hands down my man’s chest. Wicked wasted no time pushing them down and putting space between them, but she clearly didn’t get the message. I could tell she was drunk based on how she wobbled and how low her eyes were. Drunk or not, that gave her no excuse to be touching my man. Making my way over to them, I prayed to God for strength. The last thing I wanted to do was have to beat this bitch up at Wicked’s company party—the first one at that.
“Nah, Mesha. I gave you a warning when I first got out and told you nothing was going to happen between us. Since youcan’t seem to get that through your head, you fired,” Wicked said as I stepped between them.
I was glad to hear he was handling the situation, but I was also prepared to take over.
“Is there a problem?” I asked, looking back at him.
Wicked sucked his teeth and pulled me behind him. “Nah. She was just leaving.”
I returned my attention to Mesha, hands cupped in the center of me as my head tilted. “Bye, Mesha,” I almost sang sweetly with a syrupy smile.
Her eyes rolled and she flipped her stiff bundles over her shoulder. Sucking her teeth, she looked from me to Wicked.
“So this is the reason you’ve been rejecting me?” She smiled. “I knew it couldn’t have been because you weren’t attracted to me.”
A bark of laughter escaped me as I looked her over. She wasn’t ugly. In fact, she was cute, but she definitely felt like she was prettier than she was and didn’t put too much effort into her appearance. Her hair was stiff, like she’d used dry shampoo instead of washing it, and her lace was shifted back. She didn’t have on any makeup except a red lipstick with a blue undertone that didn’t work for her skin. It highlighted her hyperpigmentation and made her teeth look dull. If she’d put a little more intentional effort into her ill-fitted outfit and selected pieces that worked for her pear shape, I might have been able to take her seriously.
