But teaching others to fight… “Wouldn’t that be more Merrick’s expertise?”
“Merrick is a great teacher,” she said. “But you have that ruthless edge to your fighting, like you’re battling for your life every time you face an opponent. That’s what I think people need. It doesn’t matter if they fight fair if they don’t make it home at the end of the night.”
I ran my teeth over my bottom lip. It felt right, like that was what I was meant to do, like there was no other option. How could I not help others escape their nightmares? How could I not help someone break free when they didn’t have the power to do it themselves?
“Why are we here?”
A brilliant smile stretched across her lips, making my breath catch. Giana was the sunshine I’d been searching for after all those years in the dark. The sweetness I’d always craved, like the finest wine or the most exquisite dessert. She was so filled with light, love, and happiness that I sometimes forgot she could go as dark as me.
“I know it’s not much right now, but I want you to have the diner, or rather the land to build your own studio. Hell, if youwant to do something else, we can make that happen. I just want you to find something you’re passionate about, something to make a difference, and show you how much you matter.”
I cupped her jaw, my touch featherlight as if I were holding a porcelain doll. I knew my sugar was tougher than that, that she had endured so much and kept her sanity throughout it all. But she was precious—my fucking savior in so many ways. Our mouths met in a tender kiss, a lightness bubbling in my chest that I’d found while with her. She was the air I breathed, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
She moaned into my mouth as my hand drifted down to circle her throat, my thumb stroking up and down the slender column. I wanted to pull her onto my lap, and eat her out until she was screaming my name, but I had a feeling there was more she wanted to say.
“I love that idea, sugar, but are you sure you want to give me this space? I know you have a lot of conflicting emotions about this place.”
She melted into my touch as I continued to stroke her neck. “Yes,” she whispered, her breathy tone making my cock stir. “I want it to have a meaning, a purpose, for it to be used to take away pain rather than inflict it.”
Fuck it. I had to have her.
“Get your pants off, sugar,” I said, my fingers tightening only a fraction. Her pupils dilated as she sucked in a shocked breath. The request hung between us for a moment until she shucked off her jeans and panties. I ran my tongue over my bottom lip as my gaze dragged up her legs to the apex of her thighs. “You better be getting that seat wet. I want your sweet arousal soaked into this car forever.”
She moaned, and her hand jerked like she was going to touch herself. My fingers twitched, and she stopped, giving me her full attention. “You don’t get to touch yourself until I say so.”
Which would be never because I planned to have my tongue so deep in her pussy, she was seeing stars.
“On my lap, sugar.” I grinned, and she bolted from her seat, her knees immediately straddling either side of my waist. I pushed my seat as far back as it would go and slipped my arms under her thighs, bringing her center over my mouth. “Sit on my face, gorgeous.”
She didn’t hesitate, perching her pretty pussy right on my mouth, her back hitting the steering wheel. I wasted no time devouring her. My tongue circled her clit, running my piercing over it repeatedly; her hips bucked as her core ground down on me. I shoved my tongue into her channel, stroking her inner walls and bringing her closer and closer to her climax.
She ran her hands through my hair, gripping it tightly as I switched to lapping at her sensitive nub, devouring every drop of her sweet arousal.
“Spade.” My name was a needy whimper on her lips, which only made me push my tongue against her harder. I dug my fingers into the globes of her ass as she rode my face. Suffocating on this perfect pussy would be the sweetest death.
She reached behind her to undo my jeans, shoving them down my legs like she was ready to hop on my length at any moment. My cock twitched, hard as a rock—I was more than ready to sink into my woman’s tight heat. But there was no way I’d fuck her without tasting her sweet release on my tongue.
Her body shook at my touch, her breaths coming in ragged pants as I sent her hurtling into a climax.
“Fuck Spade, I swear that tongue of yours is magic.” She was breathless, her pupils still blown out as she came down from her high.
I chuckled as we readjusted, and she straddled me.
“Shirt off, sugar. I want to see those perfect tits of yours bounce while you’re riding me.” I teased my fingers over herstomach as she whipped off her shirt, not wasting any time as she revealed her full breasts. Pressure tingled at the base of my spine, my hips bucking up as my cock twitched, desperate to be inside her.
I trailed my hand up until I cupped her luscious curves and brought my mouth to them. I rolled my piercing over the sensitive nubs before sucking and teasing them into stiff peaks. She ground her hips on my length, her wet folds sliding up and down my shaft.
“Sugar.” I rolled my hips. I was so fucking close, but at this angle I couldn’t sink into her. Pleasure lit up my nerves like an electric shock as she did it again. “You better not make me come before I’m even inside you.”
She smirked, her eyes twinkling with mischief, until I rolled her nipple at the same time my pelvic bone ground against her clit. The smug look vanished, raw hunger immediately replacing it.
“Take what you need, sugar.” I cocked a brow in challenge as I played with her sensitive nipples. She didn’t hold off much longer as her hand reached between us, lining me up at her entrance.
She rolled her head back, her eyes fluttering shut, and her mouth parted as she sank down on me. It was almost too much. I memorized every inch of her face, wishing I had Kellan’s artistic talent so I could recreate this moment and have it immortalized on my body.
But then again, I didn’t want any other man seeing her like this. No one besides Kellan, Merrick, and me got to see her with her walls down, ecstasy written clearly across her face. No, I’d just have to reenact it every fucking day as I drove into her sweet pussy.
She rode my cock, sliding up and down the hard shaft until I thought I was going to lose my mind. A grin curled on her lips as if she knew exactly what she was doing.
