“I was wondering…”
“Wondering…?” The pad of his thumb caresses my bottom lip, and my eyes close without permission.
“How many women you’ve fucked in that bed,” I word vomit, my eyes darting open to see his reaction.
That Alec smirk steals my breath. “I don’t have women in here.”
“Where do you have them?” I worry my lip.
“I don’t fuck with women at the club, Drew. You know I’ve never been into fucking club sluts.”
“Is there a girlfriend I should be worried about coming to pull my hair out?”
A chuckle rumbles his chest.
“She’d have to be fucking brave to take your ass on.”
“So there is a girlfriend?” A pit opens up in my gut.
“You’re my ol’ lady, Drew. That never changed for me.” A sigh of happiness causes my body sag. I know he wasn’t celibate for eight years, but he didn’t fuck around at the club and he didn’t have anyone serious—that means everything to me. He was broken without me too. No one replaced me for him.
“It’s always been you for me too,” I tell him. And then I’m in his arms, crashing down on the mattress, our bodies entangled, lips kissing, exploring the new bodies we inhabit. The atmosphere ignites the fire roaring between us. Relieved tears soak down my cheeks washing away the years of being apart.
We’ve been to hell and back, chewed up, spit out, and have bled for each other, but now we’re here breathing, living, loving—we’re back where we belong, woken from a bad dream.
Desperate hands tug and tear at each other’s clothing stripping bare, until we’re skin to skin.
Lips consuming.
The spark flickering to a flame burning us up into a ravenous inferno.
There are no clumsy touches like the first time, there’s only rough, hungry, skilled desperation for each other. He enters me urgently forcing my back to arch. “Alec,” I cry out. His hard cock filling me up, stretching me with every delicious inch of him.
Wrapping my legs around his back, I give him everything he’s giving me, thrust for thrust. We move in sync, fucking hard. Hands squeezing, scratching, pinching. Teeth biting, consuming. All the anger, desire, adoration bringing out the animal in both of us.
Twenty-One
Alec
Hours later…
Having her in my arms, sweaty and sated from my cock, quenches the thirst I’ve been living with for years. When soul mates untether, you’re left with a gaping hole inside your chest, eating away everything you thought you were. I didn’t fuck women in this club because I always knew this would happen. I never stopped searching for her, but sometimes, when the loneliness overwhelmed me, I’d search for her in other women. I regret that now. Nothing ever came close to being with her.
Her fingers drum on my chest. “When did Jackie bring food in?” She grimaces, then begins to giggle. Damn, I’ve missed that sound. The tray of now cold food sits discarded on my desk.
I roll her onto her back and suck on her neck. “Between your third and fourth orgasm, I think. I could be wrong, though. I was a little busy,” I tease, nipping with my teeth.
“I’ll allow the cockiness this time.” She sighs, stretching her limbs beneath me.
“You tired?”
“If I weren’t, it would be disappointing.” She bites her lip, wrapping herself around me. My cock hardens from the heat of her pussy rubbing on it. I tilt my hips and sink back inside her body, sighing when her swollen walls squeeze me in welcome. Nothing fucking compares to Drew or her tight little pussy.
It’s been a week since Drew’s been home, and you’d never know she left. She’s fit right back in, offering to help out behind the bar. Apparently, it’s how she made a living while she was traveling the country. Traveling is what she calls it; I call it running. But running is over now. No matter how much she didn’t want me to patch in when we were young, she belongs here. Her soul is at home amongst the mayhem and carnage.
My cell rings. Koyn, Prez of our Tulsa chapter, flashes up on the screen. I don’t even get out a hello before he says, “I’m going to kill Magna and every motherfucker in that club, you with me or not?”
Hello to him too. What the fuck has Magna done to rile up this ruthless bastard? “My man, Koyn. Good talking to you, brother. Let’s see…Magna beat the shit out of my friend’s little sister and put her in the hospital last month. No proof, but her word’s good enough for me. I’ve been looking for a way to bury that motherfucker that won’t land me in the pen.” It’s a white lie. Magna is the Demon President, he stays the fuck outta my way, but I’ve been sick of that cunt being too close to home, bonus is that Demon prick, Remy won’t have a club to return home either if we burn it to ruble.