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  I blew out a breath. I’d never done this before. I was sure he knew that about me without me having to say it. He applied pressure with his thumb, which was more than pleasant, and then his digit slipped inside me. I let out a surprised yelp and heard him chuckle behind me. Then, he reached down with his other fingers and massaged my pussy and my clit.

  That was delightful.

  I moaned and bit down on my bottom lip. Derek kept going, nice and slow, as his thumb moved gently in and out of me. It was almost too much. Almost, but not quite.

  Then, his finger was in my pussy, and his thrusts became quicker. I gripped the sheets beneath me in desperation as my climax crept closer, building and building beneath my belly like a pilot light ready to ignite.

  Derek pulled me back harder by my hair, and I came undone.

  Being handled like this was exhilarating. My orgasm burst apart inside me, and I did as Derek wanted me to do without having to think about it. I screamed his name at his ceiling and trembled in the wake of my ecstasy.

  “That’s right, baby. Fuck, yeah. You’re so fucking wet now,” he said, pulling out of me and giving my pussy a nice little slap that made me tingle all over.

  He released my hair, and I collapsed forward on the bed. He chuckled, pleased with himself and his work, and flipped me over. He planted his fists on either side of my shoulders and stared down at me as I caught my breath.

  “That was,” I started, trying to find the right word but coming up empty.

  “I know.”

  I smiled and swept my hair out of my face. It was bound to be a wild mess after this. I sat up, and he leaned back with me to stand in front of me as I sat on the edge of the bed. I pushed myself off and slid to my knees in front of him. “Now?” I asked, reaching out to rest a hand on each of his muscular thighs.

  His cock was right in front of my face. Just inches away. I might even have been able to lick it from where I sat, but one night with him had taught me a lesson. He decided when things happened and what things they were. I needed permission if I wanted to suck his dick.

  “Now,” he nodded.

  He reached out and gathered my hair up again. This time, it was a more tender approach. He gathered it up out of my face to hold it back for me, and then guided me closer until I had to open my mouth to take his length.

  He started off nice and slow and eased his way into my mouth just a couple of inches. I pressed my tongue to his meaty head and suckled at the salty drop at his tip. He pulled me off him, and I looked up. He was staring down at me.

  I opened up wide, inviting him to fill me with all of him. I was sure I could take him. He obliged, pushing me down over his cock, inch after inch, until I held him in my throat. I gagged once around his size and relaxed. I opened wider, and he began fucking my mouth in earnest.

  His groans were maddening. I gripped his thighs as he thrust in and out of me until he paused to let me catch my breath. I sucked in a couple of sharp gasps before opening up for him again.

  This continued for a good five minutes or so. At that mark, I was too horny to resist reaching down and touching myself. Derek seemed to like this because his groans turned into breathless sighs, which didn’t last long. He pulled me to my feet and devoured my mouth with a savage kiss as he lifted me up.

  I hooked my legs around his waist as he went to his knees on the bed. He crawled forward with me clinging to his front. He was a powerful man, and his strength would continuously shock me. I loved how small he made me feel, small but empowered.

  He moved me back to the top of the bed so I could rest my head on his pillows. Then, he reached over to his nightstand and withdrew a condom from his drawer. He placed it between my breasts and told me not to move.

  I stayed perfectly still as he worked his way down the length of my body, leaving a trail of wet kisses in his wake. In the moonlight shining in from the windows, I could see the little damp imprints of his kisses on my skin as he set himself up between my legs.

  “My turn,” he growled before his tongue darted out to taste me.

  “Yes,” I sighed as his tongue swirled around my clit. “Fuck, yes. More. Please.”

  His fingers eased inside me as his tongue continued its relentless suckling of my clit. I moaned and pressed myself deep into the pillows at my back. He thrust his fingers slowly and then curled them upward and wiggled them back and forth. All the while, his tongue was still tantalizing me.

  I thought I was going to lose control when he lowered a third finger and eased it into my ass. Nothing had ever felt so good as that wicked combination. I became something other than myself. I was something primal that was driven only by the lust and the need for more.

  My back arched, and I came wildly. My whole body gave over to the pleasure, and I quivered at his touch as Derek lapped at my come.

  He seemed more than satisfied with his deed as he covered me in more wet kisses. I was breathless and weak beneath him when he plucked the condom off my tits and tore it open with his teeth. The wrapper was discarded over the side of the bed, and he rolled the rubber on. Then, he took his shaft in his hand and moved between my legs.

  I spread them wide for him. He pressed the tip of his cock into my pussy and held himself there. As he eased slowly inside me, he put a hand on my knees to hold my legs back. I moaned desperately as he filled me up, demanding I give everything to him. I didn’t have a choice. I took all of him. I’d never felt so full before.

  He waited for my body to relax, and then he began thrusting nice and slow. He cupped my breasts in his hands and bent over me to suckle my nipples, which were incredibly sensitive. I wrapped my legs around his waist and clung to him for dear life as he quickened his pace.

  I reached out and held his bearded face in my hands, and then guided him up to me. I kissed him deeply, sliding my tongue along his to taste the remnants of his margarita. I pinched his bottom lip between my teeth and wrapped my arms around his shoulders.

  He moaned into my mouth.

  I knew he was close. So was I. I wanted to know the rush of finishing together, so I broke our kiss and looked him in the eyes. “Come for me, Derek. Fuck me hard.”

  His teeth clashed against mine as he went in for another kiss. His brow was furrowed, and his breathing was sharp. I pressed my nails into his back and dragged them down to his ass. And he went wild.

  He straightened, pushed my legs back, and fucked me how I’d always been fucked in my fantasies. I came in seconds. I could feel myself leaking all over his sheets. My wetness turned him on even more, and he came seconds later, bucking wildly against me as I rode out the smaller waves of my passing climax.

  When he was done, he fell to his side beside me and reached out to push my hair off my face. “You can’t say things like that to me. You push me over the edge.”

  I smiled and said breathlessly, “That’s what I was trying to do.”

  He chuckled and patted my thigh. “Somebody just didn’t want a dick in their ass.”

  He rolled off the bed, and I sat up to watch him pad around the bed and go to the bathroom. “For your information, I was completely open to being fucked in the ass, but I like to think we’ll have time for that later.”

  He paused in the doorway to the bathroom and smirked at me. “Oh, don’t worry, baby, we will.”

  I waited for him to come back. When he did, he sprawled out naked beside me, and I curled myself into his side. Derek clasped his hands behind his head and closed his eyes. I played aimlessly with his chest hair for a couple of minutes as his breathing evened out. I listened to his heartbeat, slow and steady, and closed my eyes.

  I wanted to capture this moment in my memory forever. Something told me things would not always be this easy. Times would come that would prevent us from having peace like this. And they may not be all that far away.

  I nuzzled in closer to him, and in his sleep, he wrapped an arm around me. I breathed in the smell of him and relished his closeness.

  Chapter 23

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bsp; Derek

  My phone went off early in the morning. When I rolled over and looked at my alarm clock, it flashed the time, six fifteen, in blue light. I groaned and dragged my hand down my face as I fumbled around for my phone on my nightstand.

  I remembered it wasn’t there. It was in the pocket of my jeans somewhere on the floor. I pulled the covers off slowly and slipped out of bed so as not to disturb Evelyn. She’d rolled over at some point in the night and was curled up facing the other way. She took up such a small portion of the bed, I hadn't even felt her when I first woke up.

  I found my jeans and rummaged through the pockets for my phone. I pulled it out and saw that I had four missed calls from Warren. “Damn it.”

  I padded out down the hall into the living room and called him back. “Sorry, I was—”

  “I don’t have time,” Warren said. “Can you meet me in an hour? Our spot? I have shit you need to know. Come alone.”

  “I’ll be there. Are you safe?”

  Warren hung up the phone.

  The call left me wide awake. I had an hour to get prepared to meet up with him. I padded back into the bedroom and past the bed into the bathroom, where I pissed and took a quick shower. When I came out of the bathroom, Evelyn was rolling over and rubbing sleep from her eyes. “Is everything okay?” she asked. Her voice was thick with fatigue.

  “Yes. Go back to sleep, baby.” I stepped into a clean pair of jeans and did a little jump to pull them up. I could feel her eyes on me as I zipped up the fly and did up the button.

  “Are you sure? Where are you going?”

  “I have to meet someone. MC business. I won’t be gone long.”

  She pushed herself up and didn’t bother to pull the blankets with her. They fell around her waist. I wanted to go to her and bury my face between her perfect tits, but I couldn’t. She watched me go to the closet and throw on a shirt. “Derek … I can tell something is wrong. If this is going to keep happening between us, I need to know what’s going on. I can’t be in the dark. It’s scarier than knowing.”

  This gave me pause. I opened my mouth and closed it again.

  “Derek,” she said a little more firmly. “I mean it. It’s all in or not in at all with me.”

  Damn. She could play hardball. I sighed and went to the edge of the bed. I sat down and took her hand in mine. “This is my life, all right? Early mornings and dangerous calls. I have to go meet up with my old employer. He has information about The Hand, and at this point, I’ll take anything I can get. Jason is depending on it.”

  “You’re going alone?”

  “I was told specifically to.”

  “So?”

  “This isn’t a movie, baby. This is real life. Sometimes, you have to obey the orders. If you don’t, you could end up dead. For the first time, I care about staying alive. I’ll come back to you. I promise.”

  “You’d better. Because I’m really starting to care about you, Derek.”

  I gave her a sweet kiss. “Go back to sleep. I’ll be back up with hot coffees and breakfast before you wake. Deal?”

  She gave me one of her trademark smiles. “Deal.”

  Warren was sitting at our usual park bench when I arrived just after seven o’clock in the morning. The park was empty except for a few pigeons pecking at the ground beneath an old tree. I crossed the open field to join Warren at the bench.

  He didn’t look over at me. “You’re late.”

  “I’m not,” I said smoothly.

  “I said an hour.”

  “It’s been fifty-six minutes,” I snapped. I was in no mood for games. “You better have called me here for a good reason, Warren. My plate is full enough without you yanking my chain. Do you have information for me or not?”

  He looked at me. There was something in his eyes that set me on edge. “Jason Moretti is working for him.”

  “That’s not news to me,” I said slowly. Why was my gut clenched like this? Why did I feel so uneasy all of a sudden?

  I turned sharply and looked over my shoulder.

  Four men had appeared from what felt like thin air. They were dressed in simple black suits and all had the same buzz cut. I nodded knowingly and looked slowly back to Warren, who was looking down at his hands. “So, that’s how it’s gonna be?” I asked.

  Warren didn’t answer me.

  “You cowardly piece of fucking shit,” I snarled.

  He leaned away from me. “There are people in this life who you don’t say no to, Derek. I’m sorry it has to end this way.”

  End this way? “Fuck you, too, Warren.”

  The men behind me moved in. I stood from the bench and spun to face them. This wasn’t how I was going to go out. Not after everything. I’d been through hell and back and lived to tell the tale. Four goons and a crime boss were not going to get the credit for killing Derek Baxter.

  I clenched my fists. “Come on, you bastards. Let’s see what you’re made of.”

  None of them said a damn thing as they moved around the bench. Warren never moved a muscle. He just sat there, hands fidgeting in his lap, watching me with cold eyes. I detected a hint of regret in him. He didn’t want to do this, but like Jason, he was backed into a corner. Why did everyone fear The Hand so much? Was I that blind to how big of a threat he was?

  Sure, he was a powerful guy, but he was just a man. He had weaknesses. He’d die if he was poked with something sharp just like the rest of us.

  The first man came for me in a succession of rapid punches. They came, one after the other, and he never lost momentum as he pushed me back, step after step, as I tried to catch a break in his defenses.

  I spotted one and went for it. I struck out and landed a punch to his shoulder. He, unfortunately, connected a hit with my jaw.

  I growled and stumbled back. He was pushed back a couple of paces, too, but he had the advantage of reinforcements. The other three closed in on me. Fuckers.

  One drove his knee up to my ribs. I blocked him with my forearms and pushed his leg down before driving my elbow into his gut. He doubled over, and I slammed my elbow into the back of his neck. He fell face-first on the grass at my feet as one of the others attacked me from behind.

  He landed three quick hits to my ribs. I grimaced and leaned over to protect my side and then kicked out at him. I connected with something solid that cracked. He let out a wail and crumpled sideways. I assumed by the way he was kneeling with one leg stretched outward that I’d kicked him in the knee.

  “That’s a bitch,” I snarled before decking him right in the nose.

  Apparently, I’d used up all of my luck by that point. The first guy who’d attacked had circled around behind me. He managed to get me in a chokehold and kicked my legs out from under me. He didn’t loosen his grip when I fell to my knees. He tightened it, cutting off my air supply.

  The last man stood over me, watching, expressionless, as little stars burst behind my eyelids.

  It couldn’t end this way. It just couldn’t. I had Evelyn sleeping in my bed at home. I’d promised I’d get to her. Now that I finally had something worth living for, everything was going to be taken away.

  I squeezed my eyes closed against the burning in my lungs. I tried to shake the guy off me, but his hold was precise. There were no weaknesses in it. I had only one move left, which was to fall to my back and try to force him to let go.

  As I prepared to do so, the man in front of me toppled sideways.

  I thought, for a moment, that I was just seeing things due to a lack of air to my brain. But then, someone appeared before me who was not dressed in a black suit. He wore blue jeans and a plaid shirt. He looked incredibly familiar, someone I hadn’t seen in a long, long time.

  “Rhys?” I asked. My voice was barely more than a whisper, and it crackled.

  Then, the man behind me let go and the man in plaid went after him. I pitched forward and braced myself with my hands. I clutched at my burning throat and stumbled clumsily to my feet to watch as my savior unleashed his fur
y on the men who had tried to kill me.

  Warren, in all his useless glory, remained motionless on the bench. He knew running was futile. I’d have caught up with him.

  I rushed over to him and grabbed him by the front of his shirt. “You think you can betray me like that and get away with it?” I snarled.

  Rhys came up beside me and grabbed my shoulder.

  “What?” I yelled, spinning to face him.

  He retreated a step and held up his hands. “Derek, it’s me. Calm down.”

  “I know it’s you,” I seethed.

  Rhys had grown up with me in this city, and we’d gone our separate ways when things got a little too dicey for him working for Warren. He’d up and left in the middle of a job and slipped away, leaving me to clean up his mess. Rhys grimaced.

  “I know you’re probably still pissed at me—”

  “Probably?”

  “Hear me out,” Rhys said. “I came back because I heard Isaac Reed had a hit out on you.”

  “And who the fuck is Isaac Reed?” I hissed. Warren’s shirt was still wrapped up in my fist, and he was looking back and forth between me and Rhys.

  Rhys sighed. “The Hand, you dumbass.”

  “You know his name?” I asked, straightening and letting go of Warren.

  “Yeah. Among other things. He and I have had dealings in the past. Similar to what you and your boys are going through right now. I thought I could come back and help,” Rhys said.

  This was too much information for me to process all at once. I glared down at Warren, who shrank away from my stare. He held up his hands, and I could see that they were shaking. “I’m sorry, Derek. I’m sorry. I had to. Otherwise, he was going to hurt someone I cared about. You understand. I couldn’t let that happen. It had to be someone else.”

  “Someone else?” I asked.

  Warren’s eyes widened. He’d said too much.

  I grabbed hold of his shirt again and yanked him to his feet. He whimpered as he dangled uselessly in my grasp. “What do you mean, someone else?” I roared.