Page 75 of Fury

When he pulls back, he rests his forehead against mine. “Help me . . . remember us.”

His hands trail to my shoulders, and he begins to slide my top off. I release the buttons with shaking fingers, my mind racing. He lowers to his knees, wincing slightly before hooking his hands into my leggings and tugging them down my legs, taking my underwear with them. He throws my clothes out onto the tiled floor then takes both my hands and tugs me down ontohis lap. He guides my legs to wrap around his waist, and his cock presses against me, standing proudly between us as he scoops his hands into my wet hair and pulls me in for another kiss.

His mouth travels down my chest and to my breast, taking my nipple into his mouth. I rest my hands behind me, closing my eyes as his tongue circles the bud. Pressing myself against his cock, I slowly drag my hips upwards before sliding back down. He groans, looking down between us and watching as I rub myself against him. Precum drips from him, and I gather it on my thumb, popping the digit in my mouth and sucking it clean. He watches through hooded eyes. “Condom,” he mutters, glancing towards the draw under the sink.

I falter, his words hitting me like ice. Before the accident, he was all for unprotected sex, and now, he’s insisting on protection. Instead, I slide my legs from around him and kneel before him, lowering my lips to his cock and taking him in my mouth. He needs a release, and I’m his old lady, whether he remembers or not. I’ve heard stories of the men turning to the club girls, and I won’t let that happen.

I suck his cock like my life depends on it, wrapping my hands around the base and working him fast. It’s minutes before he’s growling his way through an intense orgasm. I pull back as streams of cum shoot out, covering my hand and dripping onto my leg.

I push to stand on shaky legs, wondering why the hell I feel like crying. I get out the shower and wash my hands in the sink, keeping my back to him while I compose myself. I’m not expecting his arms to wrap around my waist, and I jump with fright. He nuzzles his mouth against the crook of my neck, and I have the urge to shove him away. His hand travels down my stomach, but before it reaches its intended destination, I grab a towel and turn in his arms, forcing a smile. “Let’s get you dried and back to bed.”

His eyes narrow in confusion. “But . . . you,” he says.

“I’m good,” I say brightly.

I spendan hour watching Fury sleep. He’s peaceful for the first time since he came home. Usually, he fidgets and grumbles to himself, but tonight, he’s sleeping like a baby. Maybe ending those fuckers has helped him.

I remove the shirt he gave me to wear once we got out the bathroom and head to my room, dressing in jeans and a shirt. And then I head downstairs, needing a drink.

Lexi is with Gemma, and when I approach, they make room at the bar, sliding along the seats and freeing the end one up for me. “We heard you yelled at Axel,” whispers Gemma, smirking.

I scoff. “I didn’t raise my voice once.”

“True old lady style,” says Lexi with a look of admiration.

“I doubt that,” I mutter.

“Oh god, what’s he done this time?” asks Gemma.

Fury

I’ve beenawake for over an hour and there’s no sign of Xanthe. I throw my legs over the side of the bed and wait. It’s like she has a sixth sense and usually comes running in at this point, but when the conjoining door doesn’t open, I frown.

I go to the bathroom and stare at myself in the mirror. My bruises are a faded yellow now, almost fully healed, and yet here I am, still struggling to fucking talk. “Pussy,” I say out loud, glaring at my reflection angrily. Maybe this is what Xanthe sees when she looks at me, cos she sure as hell doesn’t see me as aman. She wouldn’t even let me touch her earlier. It’s like this wall came down between us.

My stomach growls with hunger, and I glance at my watch. It’s almost seven, and Xanthe is never late with my food. She always brings me something at six.

I hear the bedroom door open and smile to myself. “Late,” I call out, heading back into the room. I stop dead in my tracks at the blonde holding a tray of food. Disappointment fills me.Where is she?

“I’m Jennie,” she says with a smirk. I glance down at my naked body and quickly grab a towel, holding it over my cock. She laughs. “Don’t worry, big guy, I’ve seen it all before, even if you don’t remember.” She places the tray on the bed. “I can remind you, if you’d like,” she adds, pouting slightly. “You said I had the best tits,” she adds, lifting her shirt to show me her perky breasts. I glance away, my words clogging my throat. She seems to enjoy my discomfort and scoops some of the creamy dessert from my bowl, smearing it over her breast. “You enjoyed eating from them.”

“What the fuck are you doing?” bellows Grizz, and I almost collapse in relief.

“Helping him remember the good times, VP,” she says with a wink.

“Get the fuck out or I’ll tell his old lady you were in here trying it on with her old man, and trust me, you don’t want to get on Xanthe’s wrong side.”

Jennie rolls her eyes. “She’s downstairs drinking the bar dry instead of taking care of her old man. I was just trying to help out.”

“You’re banned from coming in here again,” he snaps, shoving her from the room as she wipes the cream with her finger and pops it in her mouth while laughing.

Grizz slams the door. “You can’t be doing that shit now you got an old lady, brother. Axel don’t allow that behaviour.”

I shake my head. “I . . . didn’t.”

“I just came up to tell you he’s dead. Ripper took his last breath five minutes ago.”

“Good.” I take a breath. “Where’s Xanthe?” The words flow better than they have so far, and I relax a little. Maybe the harder I try, the worse it gets.

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