“Yeah, unfortunately, you’re coming in at a very hectic time. No worries, though. You’re as safe as we can be.” I put a hand on her shoulder. She flinches slightly before she relaxes.
“Thank you so much. You have no idea what this means to me.” She gives me a timid smile but doesn’t say anything else.
The two of us stand there in silence while she takes in everything going on.
My eyes scan over her body, and every other second, my mind projects an image of my face over hers. I can see myself bloodied and beaten, but I don’t know when it happened. For some reason, it feels like it happened a long time ago. I shake my head and walk away from her while the rest of the women come up to help her. I don’t know what’s going on with me, but it feels like everything is rushing back at once. I just don’t have a time frame as to when any of this shit happened.
It’s frustrating and, honestly, quite scary.
I take a few deep breaths and walk up to the back room where the pool table is. I just need to get away from all the chaos for a second. Everyone’s out in the main area trying to get our people back in and taken care of. I’m not going to take up anyone’s time by drawing the attention to me. I can handle this on my own.
I close my eyes and breathe through the influx of broken memories.
In my mind, I hear people telling me about Muffler coming to the hospital. I hear something about Lily. My mind is reeling, but it all comes to an end when Muffler walks in.
Always. The man always commands all of my attention, whether I want to give it or not. He’s the one who calms me when my mind’s racing. The one who always makes me feel at ease. Muffler is more than just my man. He’s my safe place.
“Muffler,” I whisper, and before I have a chance to say anything else, he’s wrapping me up in his arms and pulling me close to him. He ravages my mouth. He nips and sucks on my lips, his tongue fighting its way into my mouth.
I relax fully into him, and he lifts me from the ground and sits me on the pool table.
“I missed you so fucking much. I was going out of my damn mind. All I could think about was getting back home to you,” he says as he trails his lips down my chin and onto my throat. He licks at the sensitive skin there, and I moan at the feel of it.
He knows exactly where to touch me. I lean back and let him use my body in any way he sees fit. I know he’s going to take care of me.
“I need you . . .now,” he growls, and before I can focus on his words, he’s tugging my leggings down. I kick my shoes off and help him.
“Take me, Muffler. I’m yours,” I tell him, and the groan that leaves his mouth is almost painful.
“Beretta. You’re everything to me. Fucking everything,” he mutters and undoes his pants.
His cock is hard, and a bead of pre-cum pebbles up from the slit. I want to get on my knees and lick it off, but my man’s on a mission. He roughly swipes his hand over my pussy, and my back arches hard.
“This pussy been waiting for me? So fuckin’ wet.” His dirty words excite me even further.
“It’s all for you,” I mumble as my hands slide up his arms, and I pull myself up to his neck. My hips rock against his hands as he pushes one and then two fingers inside of me. The stretch is exquisite, but not what I want. Just as I feel my body getting ready to release, he pulls out of me and presses his engorged cock against my slick folds.
I suck in a deep breath when he slams home.
Home.
That’s what I feel when he’s inside me like this. Nothing else matters but him and me. Not the club. Not what happened in the past. Not Hoodrat’s disapproval, not a damn thing, but Muffler loving me.
“God. What the fuck? Hold on to me, Beretta,” he grunts out as he picks up an intense pace.
The balls on the pool table clank back and forth as he pounds into me. It’s not long before I’m screaming his name to the rafters.
“Muffler. Oh god!”
“Yes, give that shit to me. You’re mine,” he growls and reaches forward, putting his hand up to my neck. I fall backward on the rough felt with his fingers still wrapped around my throat. He keeps me still as he pounds into me, chasing his own release.
“Again, I’m going to come again,” I wheeze out through the pressure around my neck.
White lights flash behind my eyelids as he uses his free hand to play with my clit.
The sweet pressure builds to a peak, and I fall gloriously into another orgasm. My core clenches and milks him as my body jerks and spasms in ecstasy.
“Fuck yes. Fuck,” he groans.