Page 40 of Deadly North

He relaxes slightly. “Lots of shit going on right now,” he observes. “But we’ll get through it.”

We.I hate myself for wanting to read more into that word than he probably means.

Mack grazes his mouth along the skin of my neck. I shiver. “I need to make sure you’re safe. This isn’t just about me protecting Fury’s little sister because he asked me to. You’re special to me.” His hands move to my hair. My arms twine around his neck. He kisses me like I’m the only thing he needs in this world. And I kiss him back, because right now it feels like that’s what he is for me.

His hands leave my hair, gliding down to my back. I undo the buttons of his jeans. He slides my shirt over my head. Soon we’re naked. His erection is huge, pulsing. It thrills me to see such obvious evidence that he wants me. I slide my fingers around it, stroking him from root to tip. Mack lets out a loud groan, and the sound of it goes straight to my core, making me ache.

“Need this,” he grunts, and flips me backwards onto the bed. Tedward lets out a yowl and jumps off. Mack’s head dips to my breast, taking one sensitive nipple into his mouth. His tongue flicks at it. I thread my fingers through his hair.

“God, that’s good,” I gasp. “So good.”

Mack wraps his arm around my back and moves to the other nipple. My thighs fall apart. He angles himself between my legs, the tip of his shaft just grazing my wet heat. It’s so good but so maddening, having his velvety head so close. I whimper and start to wriggle, wanting him there. The rumble of Mack’s low laugh vibrates on my skin, sending a bolt of desire through me. He reaches down and uses his thumb to slide through my slickness and then up to my throbbing clit. Rhythmically, he starts to stroke, at the same time that he continues to lick and nip at my nipple. Electric shots of pleasure start to course through me, taking over all of my conscious thought. My back arches as I strain to get more of him, more of what I know will get me to the place where only Mack can take me.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” he murmurs against my skin. “God, Gigi, all my fantasies about you, and it’s so much fucking better. So much better than I could have imagined.”

“Mack, I need you inside me,” I beg. “I need you inside me when I come.”

I don’t have to ask twice. He shifts his weight and rises above me. I open my eyes and see him there, eyes hooded and dark. “Need to get a condom.”

I want him so much. I want him deep inside me. “Please,” I whisper. “I want you like this. I don’t want anything between us.”

“Fuck,” he hisses. Before he can refuse, I reach down and wrap my fingers around him, bringing the head of his cock to my slick entrance. It’s enough to break down any of his resolve. He rolls his hips and thrusts inside me with one long drive, filling me. I cry out, my head falling back. Mack keeps his thumb on my sensitive clit, slicking me with my juices as he begins to withdraw and then thrust again, over and over. I arch myself to take him deeper, as deep as possible. He’s so big, so much, that it hurts but at the same time the pleasure is unlike anything I’ve ever known.

My cries echo his groans. He plunges deeper, harder, savage in his need. I’m climbing higher, dizzyingly higher, knowing that what’s coming is no longer in either of our control. I feel him everywhere, all around me. He’s the only thing that matters. He’s the only thing that exists. The pressure coils in me, winding tight, until I think it’s not possible to wind any tighter. Then, as Mack lets out a roar and empties himself inside me, it releases, and I cry his name as I fall, deliciously, every cell in my body responding to him and him alone.

I’m his. I’ll always be his. I love him.

The words ring in my mind, and for a second, I’m afraid I’ve said them out loud. But Mack collapses next to me, panting, and gives no sign that he’s heard them.

“Come here, beautiful,” he rasps. I move into his embrace, our chests moving in unison as we struggle to regain our breath. “You’re gonna kill me, you know that, G? I’ll never get enough of you.”

As I close my eyes to savor this moment of perfection with him, my body feels like it’s singing. No one has ever made me feel like Mack makes me feel.

And I’m starting to worry that he’s ruined me for anyone else.

20

MACK

Idon’t see Gigi much for the next few days.

The Royal Bastards start putting some hard pressure on the Scorpions’ operations. Elmo finds out the location of a gun warehouse owned by them, and we raid it in the dead of night. The Scorpions retaliate violently after increased pressure from the Bastards on their operations. The raid turns into a bloody shootout, leaving a couple of our guys badly injured. We can’t take them to a hospital, so Wishbone sets up a makeshift field hospital at the clubhouse for them.

I have less time to spend guarding Gigi, so she spends most of her time at the compound, since we can keep her safe there. At night, I fall into bed with her, sometimes too tired to do anything than wrap an arm around her and fall into a sleep that’s like death. Fury pretends he doesn’t see any of it. We don’t have the time or the bandwidth to deal with our personal feud right now.

One night, I return to the clubhouse smelling of blood and propellant.

“What’s that smell?” Gigi asks, wrinkling her nose.

I try to buy a little time to come up with a story. “What’s it smell like?”

“I don’t know, exactly. Kind of like charcoal? Sulfur, too, maybe?”

I sigh. I’m too tired to invent anything. “It’s gunpowder.”

She blinks. “Oh.”

“Come and take a shower with me,” I say. “I need to wash this day off of me.”

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