“You’re a good girl, Lah.”
She reaches up, trailing her fingers down my jaw. I flinch, and it takes all my concentration not to close my eyes.
“And you’re good for me, Miakoda.”
I flinch.
She grins.
Fuckin’ girl is under my skin.
~*~*~*~
JAYLAH
It’s well into the afternoon. Mack spent a while telling me his story, and as I processed it we sat, silent. It was a lot to take in, but it helped me understand him and his hesitance towards emotion. That was beneficial for us both. After we got out of the silent moment, we stopped and got some food before continuing the last stretch towards my parents’ house.
We’re about an hour out, and I’m singing lightly to a country song on the radio. Mack occasionally smiles, and it only encourages me. I turn and stare at him, and he looks amazing. His dark tee is stretched perfectly over his chest and his hair is loose, flowing around him. I reach out, running my fingers through it and murmuring, “Have you ever been jerked off in a car?”
He hisses through his teeth and rasps, “No, baby.”
Baby. That’ll never get old.
“You want to see what it’s like?”
“One condition,” he grates out. “Put your legs up.”
“What?” I gasp.
“Baby, put your legs up, and get those shorts off.”
“But . . .”
“You want my cock in your hand?”
Oh yes, yes I did.
“Then get your shorts off and put your legs up.”
“Cars will see.”
“Even fuckin’ better.”
“Mack.”
He reaches down and unzips his jeans, all while keeping his eyes on the road. He pulls out his cock, closes his hand around it and starts stroking. My mouth goes dry, and I can’t take my eyes off him.
“I’ll do it myself if you don’t play with me, honey.”
I shuffle out of my pants without any more questions. I shift so I’m closer to him, and I spread my legs, putting one up on the door. He hisses, releases his cock, and reaches over, finding my clit. He starts stroking softly, and I mewl, pressing up into his finger while my hand reaches across and curls around his cock. I begin to stroke, softly at first, working with his finger.
As he increases the pressure, I start stroking him harder.
“Mack,” I breathe. “I’m close.”
“Hang on,” he grinds out.
“Mack.”
“Fuck it.”
He pulls the car over suddenly, taking it down next to a tree. His windows are fairly heavily tinted, but I hardly get the chance to think about that. Mack moves, twisting me and flipping me over before I have the chance to squeak out his name. He raises my ass, shifts so he’s on his knees, and then drives his cock into my depths.
“Mack,” I cry out. “Oh, God.”
“Fuckin’ wet baby,” he growls. “Sweet cunt.”
“Harder.”
“Can’t go harder, honey,” he growls. “Too cramped.”
“I need you, harder, deeper, oh Go—”
My moan is cut off, because he presses his body down over mine, wraps his arms around my middle, and he fucks me harder.
“Holy. Shit,” I yell.
He’s deep, so fucking deep. I scream his name as I come, my body trembling. His arm tightens around my belly and he keeps driving, all while holding me and fucking me harder.
“Coming baby,” he bellows. “Fuck.”
He explodes inside me and my entire body jerks with the pleasure of it. He holds me tight until we’re both down from our high, then he leans closer and kisses my shoulder, sweeping my hair off my back. My skin tingles, and I whimper his name once more before he pulls me back up and kisses my neck.
“Best road trip ever.” I giggle.
He laughs hoarsely, and gets back into the driver’s seat. “No fuckin’ shit.”
I giggle again.
Then we hit the road.
CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
“Just a warning, my mother is crazy,” I say to Mack as we get out of the house at my parents’ gorgeous three-story brick home on a large property.
“No crazier than you, I’d guess.”
I slap his arm, and he flashes me a smile.
“Nice place,” he notes.
“Yeah, it is.”
The front door swings open and my mom comes bounding out. She’s only a tiny woman, petite, with dark hair and pretty blue eyes. She’s a pocket rocket, wild as they come. She runs towards us, and I can’t help the smile that spreads across my face. I rush towards her and throw my arms around her neck when I reach her. She’s only slightly taller than me. Slightly.
“Jaylah, my baby. I’m so glad you’re here.”
I squeeze her, fighting back the tears. “Me too, Mom.”
She pulls back, looking over me. “You look beautiful.”
I grin, and watch as her eyes pass me, and land on Mack. She sucks in a breath, and I know she sees his beauty the same way I see it. “Oh, my,” she murmurs.
“Mom,” I say, turning and pointing to Mack. “This is Mack.”
“Come over here, Mack, and give your mother-in-law a hug.”
She did not just say that.
My cheeks flame as she rushes toward him, no holds barred, and literally throws herself into his arms. He has to take a step back to steady himself, but I catch his grin. She lets him go and stares up at him. “Well, aren’t you a handsome man. I’m Jenna, how are you?”
Mack reaches out, taking her hand. “Good to meet you, Jenna. I’m fine.”
“I’m so glad you came to visit me. I made fried chicken and my famous pumpkin pie.”
Mack’s eyes crinkle and I grin. He likes her; I can see it loud and clear.
“Well then, I’d better get my shi . . . stuff out of the car and come in.”
“You can say shit in front of me, Mack,” my mother chirps. “I don’t mind.”
Oh, boy. She totally does mind, but that just shows how much she likes him.
“Come on, Mom, let him go so he can get the bags.”
“I’m still sad you didn’t bring that sweet baby.”
I roll my eyes. “You’ll get to meet him.”
“But not when he’s cute and tiny,” she points out, then turns to Mack. “I’ll have to tell you what Jaylah did to poor little Lucy when she was younger.”
“Mom!” I groan.
“He deserves to know.”
Mack chuckles and pulls the bags out, throwing them over his shoulder.
“He’s strong,” Mom admires. “Good for the wedding night.”
My cheeks heat.
“Mother . . .”
“Jaylah, a man should be able to carry you to your suite, not the other way around.”
Jesus.
“Mom!”
“She makes a point,” Mack says winking at me as he passes.
“Lord,” I mutter.
“That’s a good man.” Mom nods, taking my hand and following Mack to the house.
“Where’s Daddy?”
“He’s inside, love.”
We head inside and I see my father coming in through the back door. His eyes light up and crinkle, like they always do when he sees me.
“Poppet,” he breathes.
“Daddy!”
I run towards him, not caring at all that I still call him Daddy. He’s just that kind of man. The best father you could ask for. He wraps me in a hug, spinning me around and locking me in close. I’m their only child and they’ve probably spoiled me a little much during my life, but they’re the best parents I could ever ask for. I could have come to them for money to pay off Gregor, but I guess a huge part of me didn’t want to let them down. Stupid, I know.
“I missed you.” I beam when he drops me on my feet.
“Missed you too, sweetheart.”
I smile up at him. He’s tall, with salt-and-pepper hair and a muscular
build. His eyes are the same as mine, and his skin is olive from working in the sun.
“Daddy, I want you to meet Mack.”
I turn and nod towards Mack, who is standing back.
“Good to meet you, son,” my dad says, walking forward and extending his hand.
“Nice to meet you.”
They shake and both appraise each other.
“Call me Mickey.”
Mack nods.
“You want a beer?”
“Love one.”
“Good, I’ll show you my shed. You like old cars?”
And just like that, Mack and Daddy are gone. Well then, it would appear he’s fitting in just fine.
“Come and help me prepare the mashed potato,” Mom says, taking my hand and leading me into the kitchen. “Tell me more about him.”
I spend the next hour telling Mom about Mack, and how things have been. I don’t inform her about Benito and the problems going around, because I don’t want her to panic. I just fill her in on Diesel, and how things have been since I’ve had the job.
“So you haven’t killed that baby?”
“Mom!”
“It’s a shock, love.”
I laugh.
“I’ve missed your laugh,” she says, hugging me. “Now, go and get those boys for dinner.”
Grinning, I do just that.
It’s good to be home.
~*~*~*~
“Mmmm,” I whimper as Mack’s tongue runs up my spine.
“Shhh, baby,” he murmurs. “You scream, they’ll know what I’m doin’.”
“You’re a rebel.” I giggle softly.
He reaches my neck, presses his lips to it, then with his body curled over mine, he slides his cock inside me.
“You do that without warning.” I gasp. “And I love it.”
“Fuckin’ hot in here. Love just slidin’ in.”
“Fuck me softly, Mack,” I whimper.
“I am, honey.”
“Softer,” I plead.
“Baby.”
I press my face to the pillow, whimpering as he slows down, dragging his cock in and out, torturing me. I can feel my orgasm building, but it’s slow, intense, and I find myself biting my lip as it nears. Mack runs his hands down my back, over my hips, and then he leans back and puts his hands on my ass.
“Gorgeous,” he murmurs.
“Mack,” I breathe.
“Come on, baby.”
I’m so close, God, so fucking close . . . then . . .
“Jaylah!”
I freeze. Mack freezes, and I hear my mother’s soft knock at the door.
“No way,” I breathe.
“Shit,” Mack grunts. “That door locked?”
I can’t remember. I scramble, Mack scrambles, and we just make it back into the bed, pulling the covers over us and laying down as if we were sleeping when my mother opens the door. God, the woman has no shame.
“Morning, guys!” she cries happily.
I bite my lip to stop from bursting into a fit of uncontrollable giggles. I lift my head and stare at her. She looks at me, looks to Mack, and her cheeks go bright red.
“Oh, my.”
“Mom, we weren’t—”
“How rude of me to walk in while Mack is making love with my baby.”
Oh. Jesus. She did not just say that.
Mack starts shaking beside me, with laughter, no doubt.
“We were just wakin’ up, Jenna,” Mack assures her.
“Honey,” she says, wagging her finger—yes, wagging her finger. “Nobody wakes up with cheeks as flushed as hers.”
Someone kill me now.
“Mom!” I cry.
“Nothing to be ashamed of, sweetheart,” she says casually. “It’s great to have an active—”
“Mom!” I screech. “Stop.”
“Hosh posh,” she scoffs. “Don’t act like a crazy woman with me, young lady.”
“Someone take a gun to my head, right now.”
Mack bursts out laughing, throws his arm around me and pulls me closer. I take the blanket with me. My mother doesn’t need any further confirmation that we were in the middle of a fucking session when she walked in. No one else’s mother would be so casual about it, no; only mine would be. She’s completely nuts.
“Can you leave now?” I cry.
“Right, of course. I’ll let you two finish up.”
Oh. Lord.
“Mother, please stop talking.”
She puts her hands up. “I was just telling you breakfast is ready. I’ll put it in the oven, and you can come when you’re finished. A man like Mack, I imagine won’t be quick.”
Motherfucker.
“Mother!” I cry.
“Right, leaving.”
She rushes out and closes the door. I bury my face into Mack’s chest and he’s still laughing, hard.
“Think I love your mom, honey.”
“Shut up.”
“She’s fuckin’ classic.”
“Be quiet.”
“Great way to kill a boner,” he mutters.
Now I burst out laughing. I sit up and turn to him. “That mean we’re done?”
“Honey, your Mom is no doubt outside listening. We’re done.”
I giggle and climb out of the bed. “Dang. I was so close.”
His hand lashes out and curls around my wrist, tugging me backwards. “You want my mouth?”
Oh, boy.
“Not sure that’ll be any quieter.”
“Lie back.”
“Mack, she’s probably listening.”
He doesn’t listen. He just takes me, flips me to my back and slides underneath the blankets. He doesn’t take his time—no, his mouth is covering my pussy in seconds. I press a pillow to my mouth to stop my cries as he lashes me with his tongue, hard, fast and quick. I need it. He obviously needs it, and we don’t have long. My back arches, he sucks my clit, and then I’m coming. That quick.
I squirm as my body convulses with orgasm.
“Fuck it.”
He slides up my body, takes my leg, throws it over his hip and then he’s inside me. He fucks me hard, his hips thrusting in short, hard bursts. I toss the pillow, curl my hand around his neck, pulling him down, and I kiss him. I kiss him hard, deep, and the movement of our tongues muffles our groans. Minutes later, he’s coming inside me, his hand is over my mouth, and I’m arching with another orgasm.
Bliss.
~*~*~*~
The next two days fly by. Dad takes Mack fishing and I get some much needed girl-time with Mom. When it’s time to leave, I cry. I hate leaving my parents; I don’t see them enough. Maddox called last night and said that he’d found Benito’s location. That meant it was time to leave, and time for Mack to end things with his brother.
I’m sad to leave, but I’m also desperate to see Diesel.
The trip is long, and we get in late afternoon. Santana’s car is outside Mack’s house, as well as Maddox and Krypt’s bikes. I smile, jumping out of the car. My legs ache, my lower back hurts, and it takes a solid few minutes of stretching to make them feel better. Mack comes around to walk in with me, but I’m already bounding towards the front door.
I burst inside, and Ash, Santana, Krypt and Maddox are sitting around the table. Ash has Diesel in her arms, and I run towards him. She passes him with a laugh and I pull him into my arms. I press my face to his, and coo to him, “I missed you, little man. Yeah, I missed you.”
He reaches out, tugging my hair, giving me that adorable baby cackle. My heart melts and I press him closer.
“Mack,” Maddox greets.
“What’s up?” Mack says, walking past and stopping at me.
His arms go out, and with a pout, I pass Diesel. Diesel instantly grabs the chain around Mack’s neck and pulls it into his mouth. Mack grins down at him, brushing his lips across Diesel’s soft hair. My heart melts, and I want to throw myself at both of them, but that would definitely be rude, so I turn, wave and yell, “Hi!”
&n
bsp; “How was your trip?” Santana asks, smiling at me.
“Awesome.”
“Mack, we talk outside?” Maddox asks, standing.
“Yeah,” Mack says, passing Diesel back to me.
Krypt stands, flashing a grin at me, then they all head outside.
“Do you girls know what’s going on?” I ask.
Santana nods, and leans in close. “I overheard them talking about the Tinmen; apparently there are rumors they’re planning an attack. It’s put Maddox on full alert. Not to mention Benito moving in.”
“Jesus,” I whisper, pressing Diesel closer.
“Yep.” Ash nods. “It’s not looking good.”
I turn and stare at the door.
I have a bad feeling about this.
CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
MACK
“You’re fuckin’ kidding me?” I growl, pacing the front porch.
“Local gun dealer told me they’d loaded up on weapons, even explosives,” Krypt adds.
“So what do we do?” I ask, facing Maddox who is standing with his fists clenched.
“We make the attack first.”
Fuck.
“You wanna attack?”
“Fuckin’ hell yeah I do. They’re not comin’ near my club. We need to let them know who owns this fuckin’ turf. Which means, we go first.”
“And by first, you fuckin’ mean when?” I ask.
Krypt turns to me. “Tomorrow, Mack.”
“Fuck me.”
“We loaded up, too. It’s time to end this shit.”
“You’re already on the cops’ radar. You sure this is smart?” I growl low, facing Maddox again.
Maddox crosses his arms. “Yeah, I’m fuckin’ sure. I’ve been smart, Mack, that’s all you need to know. They won’t find shit.”
“Marcus,” I mutter.
Both men flash a glare at me.
“You think I don’t know what he has his finger in,” I snort. “I’ve known Marcus Tandem a long time. He might be the fuckin’ mighty businessman, but he’s also got his fingers in a lot of pies.”
Maddox steps closer. “If you know about that, then you know we’re covered.”
“Covered, yeah, but it’s still fuckin’ dangerous.”
“Never said it wasn’t.”
“I got a baby.”
“Then you step down.”
I growl, stepping closer. “Ain’t gonna happen, and you fuckin’ know it.”