“Stevie,” he hums euphorically as I trap his rocket in both my hands. I jerk lightly, causing him to tilt his head back. Just looking at his vulnerable form turns me on inexplicably. Sliding his long, thick shaft through my palms, my dormant arousal swiftly awakens. I’m wet already, and he hasn’t even touched me. Too eager for drawn-out foreplay, I drop my head, immersing his cock deeply into my mouth. He grunts when the head hits the back of my throat.
“Shit,” he hisses, sliding both hands into my hair. I suck him off just long enough to slather his cock with my saliva. I want him inside of me. I miss him filling me up and pushing my body past the breaking point.
I release his cock with a pop, and he groans in protest. Ignoring his reaction, I climb up his torso and settle my starving pussy on top of his thick, wet, rigid length.
“I need to fuck you.” I lean over and bite his neck, buzzing with need, want, and desperate desire. “I need you inside me.”
Baz clutches my face and kisses me with the force of ten men. I slide over his cock until the tip penetrates my entrance. I push my hips down slowly, savoring the feel of him sinking inside me. Stretching, sliding, stimulating me at my very core. Oh, God, it’s so good. The head pushes past my belly button, and my entire body tightens. My pussy throbs around him as the sensations seize me like a prisoner.
“Oh, fuck.” I push up, throwing my head back in sheer ecstasy.
“Ride me, Stevie.” Baz grabs my ass and looks up at me with smoldering green eyes.
I rock my hips, my insides as sensitive as a land mine. Every movement setting off another tiny explosion. I grab hold of the headboard as I slowly unravel. Huffing and puffing as we fuck, Baz’s erection charges the dull ache growing rapidly between my thighs.
He can’t decide where to put his hands, so they jump all over me in different directions. Pinching my ass, squeezing my tits, trapping my waist as my body undulates.
His cock swells, elevating my excitement to a new level. I try to keep my voice down and my moans low, but he feels too good, and I need the release so fucking bad. I need to be connected to Baz in just our way. The way only the two of us can share.
“I’m gonna come,” I barely voice. My pussy throbbing and tingling with each stroke over his cock. I grip the headboard, completely a goner.
“That’s it, baby, let go.” Baz is right there with me, breathing hard and flexing his hips from his own impending climax. Looking down at him, I watch engrossed as he wets his fingertips and slips them between my legs. He massages my clit and a bomb goes off.
“Ah!” I cry out off-pitch as my head and my core simultaneously pound like a jackhammer. My muscles seize and prevent me from moving. I’m a marble statue trapped in an enchanted realm of pleasure. Baz thrusts his pelvis beneath me, relentlessly rubbing my clit through my entire orgasm. The sensations steamroll me, back and forth, like a two-ton machine, hitting me hard.
“Fuck!” He finally explodes, crunching off the mattress as he comes. I watch the whole thing like it’s a dream. The way his veins bulge, and his jaw clenches, and his cheeks turn an angry shade of red. He becomes trapped, just like me. In a blinding sandstorm of ecstasy.
Like someone injected me with a muscle relaxer, I collapse on top of Baz. Our skin is slick with sweat, our hair is matted, and we’re sticky from the flash flood of our arousal. We’re a mess. A hot damn mess, and neither of us could be happier about it.
I feel it in the way Baz wraps his arms around me and holds me close. I’m entirely his, and he’s entirely mine. And no one is going to change that.
“I love you.” He breathes laboriously, pressing a firm kiss on my head.
“I love you, too, all of you.” I return the sentiment, tattooing a kiss right over his heart.
I MEANT ITwhen I told Baz I loved him.
I mean it every time I say it.
I stand over Audie’s bassinet, twisting my rings apprehensively. Everything that’s important to me is represented on these two hands. My past, my future, and all my love.
I watch my daughter sleep. I just fed her, so she’s sated and full, her cheeks the perfect shade of satisfied pink.
“Watch your daddy while I’m gone,” I whisper in the darkness, kissing her little head.
One day she’ll learn that sometimes a woman just needs to take care of business. Like I’m about to do. My message was clear. I’ve had enough. I’m ending this tonight. My way. Quickly, quietly, savagely. If I can get close enough, I’m going to gut Regina then spill her blood all over her shoes. If I can’t get close enough, unloading an entire chamber of bullets will just have to do.
Tomorrow, my family is going to walk in the sunlight without having to look over their shoulders.
I pull the gold ring off my index finger and place it on the nightstand. I fully intend to make it back alive and unharmed, but I want Audie to have a piece of me while I’m gone. Even if she doesn’t know what it is or even if it’s there.
I kiss Baz lightly on the cheek. He doesn’t even stir. We made love several times through the night, so he is also sated and full.
I creep out of the room soundlessly, like the ghost I am.
This hit was premeditated, so I collected what I needed throughout the day. Being confined to the house, I learned a few things. Like where extra ammo is stashed, and what kind of toys are parked in the garage. Gianni has an insane collection. There’s everything from a classic Mustang to a brand-new Rolls Royce.
I stashed what I needed in the little two-door Audi. A black hoodie, two handguns, and a couple of kitchen knives. When you are trying to soothe a fussy baby in a house full of men, you get free range. No one questioned my trails around the side of the house, as I bounced her while she screamed.
