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She gave me a quick smile. “We have an understanding, then.” That smile was life. It was fucking breath.
The taste I’d wanted, the one I’d been craving since I’d first spotted her, was so fucking overwhelming that I moaned. Jesus.
“You like that?” I didn’t wait for an answer before I swiped her again. “Do you want more?” “Yesss!” I wasn’t just tasting. Or just licking. I was fucking eating. Savoring. And then bingeing. I couldn’t get enough. I couldn’t reach the point of satisfaction because her taste, her smell … they fueled me. They taunted me. They made me into an addict, and I was feasting on my drug.
She was squatting toward the floor of the bus, looking up at me, when she said, “Nice body.” Her gaze then focused on my dick. “And … fuck.” “You wanted it. You asked for it.” I pumped the long length. “You’re getting every inch of it.”
A second later, ripples were moving across her stomach, her thighs closing in around mine, her back gradually lowering down the seat because she was losing control of her body. What she lost, I took. I dominated.
“You’re right, I definitely lost myself in you.” She leaned up on her tiptoes and brushed her lips against mine. “I did doubt you, and, man, did you prove me wrong.”
“I came to see you. To be around you. Because if I didn’t find you—and I wasn’t going to let that be an option—I was going to fucking lose it.” He reached forward, his fingers getting dangerously close to my ankle, but when he was a hair away from touching it, he stopped. “You’re consuming my mind. I can’t get you out of my thoughts.” He paused, the intensity in his eyes multiplying. “I want you.”
He danced the same way he fucked. With power. Stamina. Dominance. And every second was foreplay.
“Let me do to your body what I’ve been dreaming about.” His hand clasped around mine. “All you have to do is say yes.”
“You’re going to say that every chance you get, aren’t you?” I held out my hand. “No one gets tired of hearing their name moaned. You won’t either. Trust me.”
She stared at me as she took it in her mouth. And swallowed. “My fucking queen,” I roared. “Take it. Make it yours.” And she did.
I chuckled, gently pulling my finger out, her eyes following me as it went straight into my mouth, sucking her off my skin. “You don’t waste any of me, do you?” My finger left my mouth to say, “Not when you taste this good.”
“My God, you’re so ridiculously hot.” Her voice was soft, but her words were full of emotion. I set my knee on the bed. “Is that so?” “Yes. Your body …” “What about it?” “I can’t get over it.” “You don’t have to get over it.” I grabbed her hand and placed it on my abs, rubbing her palm up and down my six-pack. “You can have it whenever you want it.” “And your mouth?” I fucking loved how much she enjoyed my tongue. I smiled. “I’ll bring my mouth too.”
“You’re so fucking tight.” “That’s because you’re so big.” “Keep complimenting my dick … see what that earns you.”
Macon wasn’t just handsome. That word wasn’t nearly strong enough for him. He was a vibe. A mood. He could even be a religion.
“You’re Macon fucking Spade,” Jenner said. “You find her. You lay the groundwork. And you make her yours.”
“My head is all over the place. It can’t even form a solid thought that makes any kind of sense. And then there’s my body. A body that wants you. A body that is addicted to you.”
“I’ll take your moans, Brooklyn, but I’d rather have your screams.”
I’d reversed the roles between us—she was used to getting my mouth and cock, so what would happen when I took them away from her? She’d crave them. Desire them. Dream about them.
I just had to show her more of who I was and what she’d be getting if she was with me and the life we’d be living. Together.
“Here’s something else you need to know about me. When I’m craving croissants, I fly to Paris. I go to Siesta Key in Florida when I want to feel the softest sand under my feet. When I want to unplug from the world, I go to Puerto Natales in Chile. I don’t hold back—ever. I follow what’s calling to me, and I indulge.” I spread my fingers across her cheek. “This is how I live my life, Brooklyn, and how I want to live it with you.”
He was a giver. A man who thrived off the satisfaction he saw spreading across my face or he heard in my breath or he felt within my body. I’d never met anyone like this before.
Shit, I’d never thought I’d be the man who fell first. I’d never thought I’d be the guy waiting for the woman to express her feelings after I’d already voiced mine. But here I was. I had no shame or regret. I didn’t give a fuck how much shit my friends and brothers gave me about stalking the club or being obsessed with her or pointing out that I was pussy-whipped. They were right. I was. Because Brooklyn was worth it.
But I also loved working her up to the point where she was ready to explode, where she was on the verge of begging, where she knew, without any doubt, how much power I had over her body.
“I want to kiss you.” She licked the corner of her mouth. “Are you asking for permission?” “I’m just vocalizing what’s on my mind.” My hand moved to the back of her head. “It’s been three days since I’ve seen you. God, that feels like a fucking eternity.”
“When I say I’m the happiest, now, with you, I mean that with everything I have, Macon.”
I gripped his hair, pulling until I moved his tongue off me. “My God. You are …” “Fucking hungry for more. That’s what I am.”
The moment we had arrived and were brought to our table, every male in this restaurant had caught a glimpse of her. I fucking loved that they were admiring something that was mine. That they couldn’t touch. That, if they tried, I’d kill them, but they were more than welcome to gaze at her beauty. Because my girl was breathtaking.
“When you check the time, I want you to think of me and smile. When you show up to a meeting early, I want that grin to grow even wider. Because, Brooklyn, I’m fucking addicted to your smile.”
A few seconds of silence passed before he said, “When I think about my future, Brooklyn, it’s you. That’s what I want to focus on.”
“The biggest thing was that I wasn’t looking. I wasn’t planning. I was content with my life and the way things were, and then I spotted her in a crowd of people. This feeling came over me, and I knew I couldn’t leave unless I spoke to her. When I did, something became painfully obvious.” I remembered the feeling well because it was happening again as I looked at her. I took a breath, waiting for it to ease up, and when it didn’t, I continued, “I didn’t want another day to pass by without her in my life.” I made eye contact with both sisters. “I care about her. A lot.”
Brooklyn wasn’t just giving me her lips. She wasn’t just going through the motions. She was showing me how much she cared, how much she wanted me. How much she wanted us.
“Mmm,” she moaned as my hand pulled away. “So, you are going to feed me.” The longer we were together, the dirtier she got. It was the hottest thing ever. I held the base of her neck. “With every part of my body.”
I leaned across the table, avoiding the plates, to whisper, “Brooklyn, I love you so much.” “I love you.” Her eyes weren’t filling with tears, but they beamed with emotion. “Endlessly.”
