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She laughed, but it disappeared into a gasp when my mouth moved down her throat. I took my time, kissing every inch of skin I could reach while her fingers tightened in my hair. Lowering my head between her thighs, I dragged my tongue up her pussy, her moans wiping away any bad thoughts. I added a finger to her warm heat and pumped while my tongue circled her clit.
“Fuck.” Her hips bucked off the bed as I increased the speed.
“Stop, I need you.” Maria pulled me back up and kissed me hungrily, wrapping both legs around me.
I gripped my dick, giving it a squeeze before lining it up with her and thrusting in.
“Fuck, Ria, you take my cock so well.”
“Harder.” She moaned, gripping my ass and digging her nails in.
I did as requested, lifting her one leg over my hip, I powered into her, watching as her hand snaked between us to rub at her clit.
“I’m close, Ricky.”
Fuck, I loved it when she used my real name. I changed from thrusting to moving my hips in circles.
“Come for me, baby. Let them all know you’re mine.”
She screamed my name, her pussy pulsing around my cock, dragging me to the edge with her. I yelled her name as I emptied inside her, then leaned down to kiss her swollen lips.
By the time Maria came out of the bathroom, dressed and carrying her shoes in one hand, I’d already smoked half a cigarette by the window.
Morning had properly broken over the clubhouse. Pale light stretched across the yard, catching on rows of bikes and the damp patches left from last night’s rain.
Maria came up behind me and wrapped her arms around my waist.
I covered her hands with mine automatically and turned in her arms.
She looked tired. Beautiful too, but I wasn’t stupid enough to say that when she hadn’t had coffee yet.
For a moment I considered telling her but couldn’t. I imagined her leaving work after midnight and searching every parked car before she crossed the road. Imagined her checking mirrors all the way home. Imagined putting that fear inside her when I didn’t even know whether there was anything to be afraid of yet.
I kissed her forehead. “Church this morning.”
Understanding softened her face. “Okay.”
“You going home?”
She nodded. “I need a shower that doesn’t involve three club girls arguing outside the door, and I have work later.”
“Take my truck.”
Her brows pulled together. “My car’s here.”
“I know.”
“Then why would I take your truck?”
Because I’d watched that fucking saloon sitting outside the clinic and whoever was behind the wheel knew her car by now. “Because I need yours later.”
Maria studied me for a long moment. “What for?”
“Got some shit to do.” It wasn’t a lie, but it wasn’t the whole truth either.
Her gaze stayed on me long enough that I knew she heard the difference. “Keys.”
I dug them from my jeans and placed them in her palm.
