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“I am.” I confidently crowed, “I know I am. And for the record, if she fuckin’ tried to kill you first, or participated in some plot to kill you, then it sounds to me like maybe that weight ain’t yours to carry. She made her choice. And I’m fuckin’ makin’ mine. I choose to be yours. You aren’t tangling me in anything.”

He swallowed hard and his smile slowly took hold.

“You’re an angel, and exactly what I’ve always needed, even if I don’t know how the fuck I deserve you.”

I kissed him, cutting his words and crazy thoughts off. He needed to shut that shit off and relax for a minute. So, I tried to distract him with another slow, deep kiss.

Chapter Thirty-One

Coming to an Understanding

Menace

She was a glorious distraction. Her lips and touch were something I effortlessly got lost in. When I came up for air, I stared into her hazel eyes and didn’t hesitate. I shifted forward, rocking down to my knees, and taking her with me. I deposited her on her back and chased her hair away from her face until I could gaze at her sprawled out beneath me in the moonlight.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, Sammy. I swear to God.”

“Convince me,” she whispered. “You men and your words are cheap, make me believe I’m the most beautiful thing that’s ever laid beneath you.”

I clutched her jaw, and she sucked in a breath. I planted my lips next to her chin, then nipped the center of her jaw before whispering in her ear, “That’s not even a contest or a question.”

I made a low, satisfied sound beneath her ear while my hand roamed her short-clad legs, enjoying the expanse of bared flesh before I met material. When my hand slipped over the clothed curve of her ass, I possessively hauled her closer and rolled my hips, drawing a tiny patch of flesh into my mouth as I sucked and lapped at her throat.

She was responsive as fuck and instantly started to squirm.

She turned her head, nipped my lips and lured me into another kiss while I explored her side, my hand dipping under her shirt to cup a bare breast. I was kind of glad I didn’t give her time to grab all that shit!

I lifted up and grabbed that shirt, skinning her of it in one fluid move, that only broke our kiss for an instant. She gripped my hair and hauled me close, her tongue dancing with mine. I tangled my fingers in her long, dark hair and tipped her head back, rather than teasing or kissing, I pointedly nipped my way down her neck, letting my teeth pinch a little harder when I reached the meatier flesh of her upper chest.

She gasped and subtly arched. I took it for the invitation it was and squeezed the breast I was cupping, bringing my head down to taunt it a little. She was tone and tanned everywhere. Her breasts were on the small side, but what she had was perky and full.

I battered her nipple with my tongue and drew it into my mouth until she whimpered and started to huff. She tugged at my hair, and I dropped that tit and captured the twin in a shark bite latch that left her quietly calling out. Laughter welled in my throat and snuffed on her wet flesh.

I kept her hair on a short leash and feasted from chest to neck until our bodies were flush and her hips were grinding. When I grabbed her pussy like I’d owned it half her life, she sucked in a violent breath.

“Don’t fuckin’ sell me dreams, Samantha. Is it mine?” I stared down at her.

She blinked and her eyes darkened before she slowly nodded.

“Yeah?” I raised my brows and shoved the crotch of those cloth shorts and her panties aside like I didn’t have time to remove them.

My cock was pounding with need, and straining against those baggy pants I’d borrowed, but I was still vaguely aware she’d had some procedure in the recent weeks. So, I inwardly pep talked myself into playing externally. I ground my palm against her until I felt the labia yield and her clit smash beneath my touch. She rocked into it and tried for my lips. I caught hers first, kissed, nipped, and dismissed.

“Tell me,” I demanded as I let up only to grip and pump.

She arched and fought not to cry out as her thighs shook.

“It’s yours. I’m yours. Menace, fuck me,” she pleaded, her voice straining in a way that made my cock twitch and dance to her tune.

I slid my fingers up her slick seam and trapped her clit, rolling it gently as I stared down at her. “Not until we have an understanding.”

I pressed her back and nipped at her ribs the same way I had her throat, making her swish and hiss beneath me as she clung to my hair and scrabbled her short nails at my shoulders.

“If you’re my ol’ lady that means I’m only the only daddy, and authority, you recognize, woman.”

She shook and clung to my hair trying to lift her hips to my mouth. I pounced, capturing her clit, drawing it into my mouth and threatening to nip with my lip-covered teeth.

She released a heavy breath on a shudder that sounded like a plea and her fingers loosened and tapped at my hair.

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