Page 86 of Saving Blood

“Looks like I’m not the only one in need.”

His smirky grin makes me arch my back, twist out of his hold and push him onto his back. I rest my palms on his abs, and he flinches. “You’re not the only one with skills.”

I inch down over him gradually until I’ve taken all of him. He palms my hips, and I push them away, wanting and needing complete control.

“Babe, you’re killin’ me—and what a fuckin’ way to go.”

I ride him harder, increasing the speed and pressure with every thrust, pulling almost all the way out and slamming back down. His head thrashes against the pillow as I brace my hands against his shoulders. All the anxiety, stress and fear plaguing me is exorcised with the sweet rhythm of Blood’s body.

I don’t know what the future holds for us, but I know I want it to be about the freedom to take and give to each other in the most honest of ways.

“Ohhhh, fuck!” Blood yells out as we both crash over the edge of our new beginning.

BLOOD

An hour later, I wrap my arm around Maxine, making sure I stay tight inside her glorious body. I’d lost count of how many orgasms I’d given her, and fuck me, but she drained me dry, and I loved it.

She snuggles closer to me, and her warmth has me burrowing deeper into the sheets. If this is heaven, then I don’t ever wanna leave. For the first time since we met, we can relax without the fear of the world crashing in on us. My goal is to give Maxine everything she’s missed over the years, everything that bastard Hector robbed from her.

A persistent knocking invades my quasi-sleep, and the more I ignore it, the louder it gets. What or who the fuck could need me now? I’m still hoping it stops, but, no, of course it doesn’t.

I stare at the ceiling for a few seconds, then ease myself out of Maxine’s extraordinary body. She moans and reaches for me.

“Go back to sleep,” I whisper, then edge off the bed, drag on my jeans, head for the door and gear up for whoever made me get out of bed.

I whip the door open, and Diesel rears back. I’m ready to pop and take his head off, but his expression is much too serious.

“We’re ready to move,” Diesel says.

“I hope you realize, two minutes ago, I was deep in my woman’s pussy.”

Diesel scrunches up his face. “Shit, man, really didn’t need to hear that.”

“What’ve you got?’ I ask Diesel.

“It’s all set. We’re ready to finish the job we started two days ago.” Diesel throws me a knowing look. “Downstairs in five.”

I close the door and lean against it. As much as I want to crawl back into bed with Maxine, I got a job to do. A final chapter in the ending of Hector Rodriquez and his reign of terror.

I go back into the bedroom and quietly dress. I contemplate waking Maxine, but she’s sleeping so peacefully. She probably won’t even wake up before I get back, plus I don’t want her to worry, so I kiss her forehead and leave the bedroom.

Five minutes later, we are mounted up and heading for the building Hector bought on the outskirts of Tijuana. It’s a free-standing building, which makes what we’re about to do a lot easier.

We troop inside the mostly empty warehouse, and Diesel nods to a few pieces of exercise equipment. “You wanna salvage some of this?”

Smoke looks to me, and I shake my head. “I don’t want anything that reminds me of that bastard.”

Smoke nods to Diesel. “You got your answer.”

Diesel and Bolt uncap the gas cans and drench the perimeter while the rest of us look on.

When they’re done, we head to the door, and Smoke stops. “Gonna give you the honors, VP.”

I pull the .45 out of the waist of my jeans and fire one shot into the vacant space. The shot rings out, then a whoosh of air as the gasoline ignites the floor and quickly travels up the walls.

“Burn in hell, motherfucker,” I say to the growing flames.

We head out to our bikes, and Ricky flanks me. “Nothing sends a message like gasoline and gun.”

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