33
Mecca
When we made it home, we sat in the car, staring at each other before we exited. Khane had called and informed us that he and a group would be meeting us to brainstorm a way to get ahead of the chaos swirling around Arjen’s recent ambush and my failed trap. Hence, there was a group of people waiting for us inside. A small twinge of guilt hit me knowing that these men waited for us to arrive and were working on ways to keep us safe while Arjen and I were off fucking in the woods.
A deep expression of curiosity covered my face as it appeared Arjen had a slight limp when he walked around the car to open my door. One of my heels was broken and hanging on by a thread of expensive leather, so I held them in my hand while I eased from the car. My sore back was warning me to be mindful of how fast I stood.
A glance in the passenger side mirror revealed that my freshly silk-pressed hair appeared to have been caught in the eye of a cat-5 hurricane. Patting down the mess on my head was useless. Arjen’s hair was damp, certain areas were sticking up, and other parts were matted to the side of his head like he had rolled out of bed versus the driver’s seat.
He reached in to help me from the car.
“You okay?”
I took his hand.
“I’ll be fine.”
“Are you limping?” I asked, glaring down his long legs.
“It’s nothing. I just have to stretch my legs, that’s all.”
We had no reason to feel guilty about wanting each other. That was what I told myself as we began our limping march towards the house.
When the door popped open, the maid took one look at us making our way to the front door, and her mouth fell open and remained that way as she failed to regain control of her shocked expression. She had apparently lost her words but recovered enough to step aside and swing the door all the way open.
Since my top was ripped, I held the two torn edges together to keep from flashing Arjen’s staff my tits. My bra hooks were also ruined and no longer worked. Arjen’s crisp thin-striped button-up was wide open as the buttons were still somewhere in the car. The area near the neck of the shirt was ripped, and he was sporting a prominent impression of my teeth.
His dress shoes were making a weird dragging sound along the concrete driveway. He definitely had trouble in one of his legs as his natural long stride was a bit choppy.
Thankfully, he had placed his hand on my back atop that spot that was most sore. I’m sure he was more than likely keeping my spine from sliding out of my spinal column and hitting the ground.
He had cum inside me so hard and long, it continued to leak, making my jeans stick to me since I was unable to find my panties to put them back on. I felt bad for whoever would get the job of detailing that car.
Our aim was to take a quick shower and meet the group in the study, but when we ambled carefully through the front door, the group were all sitting around the living room, enjoying whatever Mrs. Kattie had given them to snack on.
One glimpse at Arjen and me and all conversation ceased. A quiet stillness greeted us instead of our guest. One of Arjen’s guards, who was in the process of putting food up to his mouth, froze. Pieces of whatever he was about to eat were falling back onto the plate as his mouth remained open while he stared.
Khane, who I never expected to see surprised, wore it like a mask on his face, his brows raised high on his forehead. Desiree was sitting beside him, staring from our heads to our toes with a huge smirk on her face. They had even managed to wrangle up Marshawn, Torch, and Shockey to represent the Black Saints.
Had I known this would be a full-on staff meeting, I would have requested to go through the garage. I was going to kill Arjen, because he knew, or had an idea of what we were walking into.
“Need a minute?” Khane asked.
A huge grin was plastered on Arjen’s face.
“Yes. We could use a few,” he answered for us, placing his hand on my back once more, preparing to lead us in the direction of our bedroom. We would have to trek past the crowd, dragging shoes, showcasing our ripped clothes, and sexually devoured bodies, in order to reach our destination.
My feet were glued to the floor, and it took Arjen’s gentle shove to get me moving. The crowd didn’t hide that they were gawking. Loose titties, wet pussy, and halfway ripped out of my clothes, not much embarrassed me, but this situation had my face hot.
Once we cleared the crowd and made it into the nook that led up the stairs, I breathed a deep sigh of relief.
“Oh my God. Was that embarrassing or what?”
“Nope, not at all. If anybody had any questions about us, they got answers tonight,” he had the nerve to say. I slapped him playfully across the arm, shaking my head.
What was I going to do with Arjen Vallin?
Arjen