His plea is enough to tell me he’s close to finishing himself. Shifting my body, I sit back on Breckin’s dick. I wrap my hand around the back of his neck as we continue meeting each other’s thrusts. His mouth brushes against the crook of my neck while his hand finds my pussy. He circles my clit, encouraging my explosion. Then he bites me.
I yell out when my orgasm crashes through me—brought to its peak by the bite. He isn’t far behind, filling me with his cum after a few more deep thrusts.
Breckin wraps his arms around my waist as we ride out the waves of pleasure together. Our erratic breathing calms before we separate, and I grab my clothes, dragging myself to his bathroom to clean up and get dressed.
“Are you going to tell me what’s going on?”
He raises a questioning eyebrow when I just huff at him. He mumbles to himself, unhappy with my silence.
“Talk to me, Mal.”
Sighing, I think of the right words to tell him about my new mission. I know how he’ll react. He’ll be jealous and pissed off, ready to go toe-to-toe with my brother and father.
“Promise me you won’t freak out or do something stupid.”
“That I cannot do.”
“Christ, promise me, Breckin.”
“Alright, I promise. Though something tells me it’s going to piss me the fuck off.”
Breckin’s face hardens in anticipation.
“Don—”
Breckin’s phone pings before I can get the first word out. He sighs, then reaches over to his nightstand to see who texted him. His brows furrowing as he reads the message, shifting his gaze to me, then back to his phone, as if the text baffles him.
“Looks like it’s going to have to wait. The Boss and Donovan called a meeting for us, and they’ve been trying to get in touch with us for over an hour.”
He stalks out of the bathroom, and I follow. Breckin pulls on a white tank top, complementing his broad chest and large biceps, finishing his meeting outfit with joggers and sneakers.
“Glad I didn’t go home. Let’s go.”
I watch him leave his bedroom without a second glance. He’s already on edge after my vague request and now this sudden meeting. It isn’t uncommon for us to have meetings, but I know this is about the mission. Breckin will kill someone or get himself killed when he finds out.
I could’ve talked him off the ledge before we were in a room with the two men who planned to whore me out. At least the heads-up might’ve lessened the drama about to erupt in the conference room.
Everyone is seated when I walk into the room. My dad stands at the head of the table, with Donovan next to him. Both sets of eyes fix on me as I make my way to my seat between Hazel and Breckin. My dad’s eyes narrow in suspicion when I settle into my seat.
“Nice of you to join us, Malia.”
I snort at my dad’s comment. Everyone tenses around us. The Omen was already in a pissy mood, and I made him wait longer than he expected. The man lives and breathes patience, and that my carelessness irritated him speaks volumes. This Liam Brenner situation weighs heavier on him than he’s letting on.
“Nice to see you too, Daddy.”
I smirk as my dad responds with a glare. Donovan scoffs next to him, and it takes a lot of self-restraint not to reach across Breckin and smack the fuck out of my bratty, entitled brother.
“Malia, Donnie, and I have talked about your proposition. I know you want Reynolds involved, but we are concerned it will be too much of a risk for him to be next to you in this.”
I narrow my eyes on dad, and he holds my harsh gaze with his own.
“Both of you are stupid. This entire plan is risky, and your concern lies with Breckin working next to me?”
“Doing nothing is risky.”
“If I may interject.” Hazel’s voice cuts through the stare-down between my father and me. “I have an idea so everyone can be involved safely. I’m sorry, Mal, this must be done. We all burn if Brenner is successful.”
I turn, giving Hazel my attention. We grew up together, and I know there’s a brilliant fucking mind under that fire-engine-red hair, so I respect her opinion. There isn’t much she can’t get her hands on. My dad hired her dad, who taught Hazel every bit of her tech expertise, and she joined the mafia when her father retired and moved away. Her mind was one of the most significant assets in our business.