EPILOGUE
ICE
SIX MONTHS LATER
“Collins, you in here?” I’m just coming home from a three-day run. This time, it was short. We all knew months ago we’d be beholden to returning a few favors. That’s exactly what’s happening these days. We’re in deeper than we’d like to be; it’s the price you pay in our world. The day Dorothy Vungle attempted to kidnap Collins with the intent to sell her to that piece-of-shit wanna-be mob moss, what a fuckin joke that is, we started paying back our debts. I walk through the house, dropping my bike keys off in the mudroom off the kitchen in the now wooden bowl that Collins has added along with more touches, pulling it all together.
I walk through into the kitchen. She’s not there or in the living room. “Babe, where the fuck are you?” I call out a little louder. Sometimes when I’m gone on runs, she’ll meet me at the clubhouse to welcome me home. With me getting home later than I’d like after briefing Rage and Shadow, Collins let me know she’d head here after her day at work. After the day Vungle decided to show her hands, Collins quit her job, never wanting to go back to that place again. I think we all heaved a sigh of relief when she announced that, going so far as to telling the apartment manager she’d pay off the lease to close another door. Of course, that meant we were moving all of her furniture and belongings into the garage until Sedona found her place, then it was a process all over again of shuffling shit.
“Pax.” I hear the whimper of my name as I make my way down the hallway, causing me to move my feet faster. I know that sound. It’s the noise she makes when my mouth is on her pussy, cock tunneling in and out her tight heat, or my two fingers are buried inside while another one is working on her back entrance. I’ve already got my cut off and am stepping out of my boots, toeing off my socks, placing my cut in one hand, struggling to take my shirt off when I step into the doorway to our bedroom.
“Son of a bitch.” I throw my cut on the leather chair that’s situated to the left of the open door. Now that it’s out of my hands, I’m able to work on my jeans, the buttons popping open because there, before my eyes, is Collins, spread out on our bed, hair in some kind of top knot, tendrils falling down, framing her face. She is naked, not a stitch of clothing on her body.
“Paxton, don’t make me come alone.” Her eyes are locked on mine. My cock is already in my hand after working my jeans off. It’s then that I see Collins has one hand tugging at her nipple, pulling on it, the other between her spread legs, wetness coating the inside of her thighs.
“What do you want, Collins? My mouth or my cock?” I move closer until I’m at the foot of the bed. She still hasn’t responded, so I stand there, waiting, attempting not to lose my patience as my woman pulls one finger out of her cunt, sliding it around her clit before repeating the process.
“Baby, you gonna answer me, or are we gonna do it like this?” My hand wipes the precum from my tip, using it at as a lube to slide down my length, tightening my fist along the way.
“Fuck, Paxton, that’s so hot.” Her feet dig into the mattress, hips arching up as she works herself into a frenzied pace. I can’t take much more. It’s been three damn days since I’ve been inside of her. No amount of fucking my fist can replace the feeling of sliding inside the woman you love.
“About to get even hotter.” I climb between her legs, hand still on my cock, nudging her fingers out of the way until I’m bathing myself in the wetness she’s created. My hand goes to hers, lifting it to my mouth and sucking every last inch of sweetness off her fingers while I finally sink inside of her.
“I’ve missed you, Paxton.” I hold myself still, barely.
“Missed me or my cock?”
“Both, but mainly you.” My hand lets go of hers as I drop to my elbows. Her legs cross behind my lower back, pulling me closer. Neither of us is moving.
“Love you, Collins.” I take her lips. She has no problem tasting herself on my lips. No matter if I’m using my tongue or licking it off her fingers, my woman gives zero fucks.
“I love you, Pax. Hate the runs that take you away from me, but I love the welcome home.” That’s how we spend the rest of our night, neither of us needing or wanting anything else except each other.