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  She reaches between us, wraps her tiny hand around the base of my dick, the tip nudging her entrance. “I’m on birth control. I’m clean, you?”

  My head automatically nods while I keep my eyes locked on the vision in front of me. Her knees, one on each side of my body, a slight strip of dark curls lining up toward what feels like the tightest place the head of my cock has ever experienced.

  The tiny gasp that leaves her is the same amount of air I suck inside my lungs and hold. Just the fucking tip entering her gives intense friction to my piercings. The magic cross is fucking extraordinary and has never brought up this intense flow of lust inside my veins.

  Remember that I kept stating how we would be fucking? Raw, hard, all consuming. Our minds miles away, chasing our orgasm to feed the feeling our bodies is creating? Yeah, the gates are open, here comes the flood, and it’s put time on hold long enough to consume the both of us.

  I watch how Maci’s eyes close and her head tips back. My gaze slides to her perfect tits, nipples hard and standing to my attention. I fist the bedsheets while my eyes travel down to where we’re connected. Moans fill the room that are ripped from both of us as she sinks down one motherfucking slow inch at a time to savor the intensity. Or you might say she’s going from nudge to nudge, down the Jacob’s Ladder. Clearly, I got that one for the sole purpose of this moment, and this moment alone.

  “Fuuuuuck,” I gasp, trying to get more oxygen into my brain.

  My eyes involuntarily roll into the back of my head when my dick is fully lodged. Hell, in all my life I’ve never felt something similar as being strangled by the tight embrace of her welcoming cunt.

  She still hasn’t moved. I can totally blow a nut even if she keeps herself rock solid, impaled on my cock. I force myself to look at her, expecting her to take her time to accommodate to the size of my dick, but instead I find her biting her bottom lip, her eyes searching.

  Reaching out, I raise my upper body and meet her halfway. I cup her face and bring her down until we’re staring at each other intently. “What is it, love? Talk to me.”

  “You might say I’m a little rusty.” Her voice is timid, before she rushes out the rest of the words in a rambling breath. “And maybe even a little inexperienced because the one time I had sex, it was years back and he took me while standing behind me, so to be honest…I have no clue what to do next. I only know where your dick should be, I guess I had that part right, huh?”

  “Fuck, yeah,” I growl. “Not only should be, darlin’, but it’s where my cock belongs.” I trace her bottom lip with my tongue before I add, “Forget about your first time, that test run was a fluke. You’re mine, Maci. Everything from here on out will be something we determine together. We’ll create, decide, fucking obtain, and especially conquer. Together.”

  Lying back down, I take her with me. The moment my back hits the sheets, her cunt slides up. Raising my hips, I push back in. Maci gasps as I groan and lick my way inside her mouth. She bites down on my bottom lip while finding a slow rhythm for moving up and down my dick.

  My hands skim down her delicious body, already slick with sweat from the intensity of our lovemaking. Yes. Again, I was wrong. This is no raw fucking, instead it’s a collaboration of souls. Finding the one piece you’ve been searching for your whole life. This moment right here is what completes us. Our bodies connecting, our fluids entwining, our essence is a unity. It feels like nothing can come between us.

  My fingers lock around her thighs, guiding her, as my hips bounce off the mattress. “So good,” I groan.

  “Yes!” She manages to pant between gasping breaths.

  Rapid pulses start to strangle my dick.

  “You’re close, darlin’, come for me. Give me your pleasure and I’ll give you mine,” I growl.

  That’s it for the sweet lovemaking, didn’t last long. Here comes the raw fucking love version we both need right now. My hand leaves her thigh and finds her hair, wrapping it around my fist, pulling her face closer.

  “Give me the taste of your love,” I state as I connect my mouth with hers right before she screams through her orgasm.

  An intense tingling starts in my spine, my balls draw up, and I know it’s a done deal. For the first time in my life, cum pumps straight from my cock into a cunt. Not just any cunt…my cunt. Fuck. Best orgasm of my life.

  It’s a struggle to catch my breath. Maci collapses on top of me, giving me her full weight. There’s not one single thing that comes to mind on how I can describe the emotions that are coursing through me. I don’t think I can ever live without this woman in my life. She’s as much a necessity as the blood in my veins.

  “You belong to me, now and forever.” The words slip out on a breath that mingles in her hair.

  She doesn’t give me the words and yet the grunt she releases is a sound of agreement. Time passes and yet we’re still in the same position. My dick finally decides to soften and slides out.

  “Shower,” Maci mutters and slides herself off me and heads for the bathroom.

  Shamelessly I watch her naked ass sway across the room. I can’t wait to make a lifetime of memories that will make us feel like the moment we just shared; like we belonged. I fully understand the Wicked Throttle legend. There is no higher recognition of existing than when you connect with a person who grounds you. It’s like she makes me function, the reason why I was put on this earth. She’s my life, every breath I take, she fills me with her love, every exhale surrounds her with my love. Balance in its purest of forms.

  I shake my head to clear the stunned thoughts while a smile spreads across my face. Strolling over to the bathroom, I follow my woman. I’m going to enjoy a hot shower and take that fine, tight cunt again. Shit. I’m already an addict and want to be surrounded by her every second of the day.

  It’s a good thing the clubhouse doesn’t have the luxury of unlimited hot water, it forces us to slip out of the shower long before we had any intention of leaving. I grab some black jeans and put them on as I watch Maci slide into skinny, light blue jeans. She puts on a cropped, white hoodie, and white sneakers while I step into my biker boots and put on my cut after I’ve tucked a white shirt into my jeans.

  I love the fact that Maci doesn’t bother with makeup but only brushes her hair and ties it up, not bothering doing all of this in front of a mirror. She’s probably unaware that she’s stunning as fuck like this. Even with the black eye from the beating she took. Leaning against the wall, I cross my arms in front of my chest and enjoy the view.

  Her eyes connect with mine. “What?”

  I push myself off the wall and stalk toward her, scooping her into my arms, hoisting her up in the process. “You’re fucking perfect, did I tell you that already?”

  She fucking giggles adorably and cradles my face in her hands while she looms over me. “You ain’t so bad yourself there, baboon.”

  Her gaze slides to my mouth. Ever so slowly, I slide her down my body till our faces are on the same level. Maci leans in and catches my bottom lip, biting down before releasing it.

  “Thank you,” she breathes in all honesty.

  I’m slightly confused. “For what?”

  “I can’t say it enough, but it’s really like my whole world shifted. It’s been ten years…ten years and I suddenly wake up with the knowledge that the weight on my shoulders can be divided. You don’t know how much it means to me. My mother’s death…my dad moving out, getting himself killed, just like he…” She swallows the rest of her words.

  “Wait…you know your father is dead?” I ask, confused.

  When her eyes widen and then narrow, I feel the need to add more before her thoughts go haywire with some kind of betrayal bullshit.

  “Don’t freak out on me, darlin’. A while back we kicked the Eastside posse out of town, but when we found out Nero was still active, and with the run in with your brothers…we did a background check. We got the info that your dad was shot during an armed robbery. We assumed you guys didn’t know because h
e ran out on you guys right after Marcus was born.”

  Her shoulders sag and she steps away from me. “Don’t freak out on me,” she mimics my voice and adds a tiny smile. “I might as well share something I haven’t told a soul. Seeing you’re my Old Man and this Old Lady thing is trust back and forth and no lies between us, right? You keep my secrets as I will keep yours.”

  My head goes slowly up and down. “You have me, Maci. In good, bad, now, tomorrow, forever, for whatever. So yes to all of that.”

  A soft chuckle slips from her sexy plump lips. “Jeezzzz, you make it sound like we’re married or something.”

  I’m sure to fill every word that comes next with a huge dose of seriousness. “Not or something, darlin’. We are. Biker style already, for the law as soon as possible.”

  There’s a sharp intake of breath before she gives me a tight nod. “Well…in that case…I owe you the full version.”

  She takes my hand and guides me toward the bed.

  We both sit down, letting a few seconds pass by before her voice fills the room. “I was barely seventeen when my dad had to leave us behind. He didn’t have a choice back then. He did it to save us. Or try to anyway. At first, he had hoped he could prevent all of us from getting hurt, but when Nero’s father killed our mother…”

  “What?!” My ass is off the bed, turning and leaning fully into her personal space. “Spill the rest and make it fucking fast,” I growl, definitely losing my temper here, because I have no idea what all of this entails.

  “My dad made some mistakes in life. Money was always a struggle, so when he was offered a quick deal, he took it. Thinking it was a one-time deal. Turns out, he made a deal with the devil…or so to say.”

  “The devil being Nero’s father?” I state as I rub a hand across my face.

  “Yes. Dario Mills, Nero’s father, threatened to kill his firstborn, or worse, when my dad told Dario he wouldn’t do another heist.” Her eyes meet the floor when she whispers the words. “My dad discovered what it entails to go against the head of the Eastside posse. Dario ripped our family apart forever.”

  The hurt and loss in her voice is crushing my heart. Closing the distance, I wrap her in my arms. The need to comfort her is stronger than the demand for her to finish the whole story, because I have a feeling this is only the tip of the iceberg.

  Chapter Ten

  ***Maci***

  I don’t think I’ve ever cried as much in all these years in comparison to the tears I’ve shed since I’ve been with Xerox. Yet it has never felt so right. The words I just voiced about my father and my family have never been spoken out loud. It was my best kept secret. Even from my own blood, who I’ve been protecting ever since I was the only one left to do so.

  Xerox cups my face. “Tell me the rest of it, love. Give me the burden of it all, and let me help. You’re not alone anymore. I’m here, and we’ve got a whole family that resembles an army to the outside world. I won’t ever let anything happen to you or your brothers.”

  I nod slowly and his arms loosen a bit before they tighten around me again. He gives me his strength that allows me to feel safe in his embrace and spill something I’ve been dreading to tell anyone. “My father signed a contract on the day they killed my mother. He traded his life for ours. That was the only way he could get out of Dario’s office. My dad figured he’d skip town and run from Dario, the second he walked out of the office. He came to us and rushed my mom to pack a small bag. He was going to take all of us with him, even though he wasn’t living with us at the time, to make it safer for us. My father always tried to put us first, by walking away, making it seem he wasn’t in our lives. Yes he was, only from a distance…his intention to do the right thing, make it seem we weren’t a family anymore so they wouldn’t harm us if something happened to him.” I swallow at the huge lump in my throat. “I never told my brothers that our dad didn’t leave us. It was his choice to keep us safe from the shit he got himself into.”

  Again, I need to swallow for adding the next part. “Didn’t help one damn thing in the end, because life has a way of catching up to you, you know?”

  I feel Xerox’s cheek slide along mine as he gives a slight nod.

  For a brief moment, I close my eyes before I continue. “My brothers were fast asleep in the bedroom they all shared. Dad told us to leave the boys sleeping for another ten minutes so we could pack and then wake them when we were ready to leave…but it was too late. Somehow the gang knew and they kicked in the door. Men came in, weapons drawn, checked every room, and closed the door to my brothers’ bedroom because they were still sleeping in their beds. Two guys grabbed a hold of me and my mom. Dario strolled into the house…” My fists dig into Xerox’s shirt, holding on tight.

  Memories of that night crash into me, vivid images that I’ve suppressed for years are now flashing before my eyes. I need to swallow back the pain, get it all out.

  “Dario walked up to the guy who was holding my mother. He nodded once, the guy placed his palm on her forehead and an arm around her waist, pinning my mother against him. Dario pulled his fist back and crashed her windpipe in one fluid motion. I will never forget the look in her eyes. The arm around her waist went to her jaw as the guy laughed and snapped her neck. Pure terror shot through me, her body sagging lifeless against the idiot who was restraining her. He held out his arms, still laughing, and she crashed to the floor.”

  A strangled noise comes from Xerox’s mouth and a growl rumbles through his chest right after. He pulls me tighter against him. Even if it makes it harder to breathe, it’s what I need. The struggle for air, the tight grip, it all means I can feel, it’s the fact that I’m still alive.

  “I tried to scream, tried so hard, but the hand that was covering my mouth was smothering me. Fear gripped me and I froze. Dario strolled over to my father and told him that he was the one to blame for all of this. Dario told him he would make sure my dad paid his dues by giving his own flesh and blood, to make sure they fulfill the contract. Dario turned to me and told me to be smart. He said if I ran, he’d find me and my brothers and would gladly repeat what he just did to my mother.” I push myself away from Xerox’s chest and look him in the eyes.

  “The guys who were with Dario dragged my dad out of the house…they took my mom’s body too…I never…my brothers never got to say goodbye. Michael woke up and walked into the living room…finding me standing there with Dario. When Michael asked me what was going on, Dario answered. He told him he was there to tell us that our mother died, and since our dad wasn’t in our lives anyway, that he never cared. He soothed my brother by telling him I was going to take good care of them, and that he would make sure we were looked after. Dario turned his gaze back to me and winked as if we had a little secret, before he walked out the door.”

  I feel the same anger starting to take root in my body again. Creating distance between Xerox, I stand up and start to pace the room.

  Coming to a stop, I point my finger at Xerox, who’s watching me. “Dario came back two weeks later. Just knocked on the door…one that didn’t have one of those freaking peepholes to check through. He was able to push it open after I answered it. He strolled right in. Luckily my brothers were asleep. He reminded me about my father’s contract. Then he casually told me my dad was shot by the cops during an armed robbery. Dario stated that all his hope was set on me and my brothers; four perfect soldiers and a nice wife for his son. His exact words were ‘you need to get them when they’re young, so you can mold them to suit your needs perfectly.’” Fury starts to boil inside me. “He was talking about humans like they were less than a dog he needed to train to follow his every command. Dario made sure I knew he was coming back when Michael turned sixteen. I was so scared. After he left, I cried for hours…by morning I was filled with so much hate for him. I vowed to change the future. I needed to be strong, needed to keep the boys away from Dario and his gang. I didn’t hear about him or his gang again until three years later, when the six o’clock news on th
e TV mentioned that the leader of the Eastside posse was eliminated. I thought that was it; we’re free. That was until Nero walked into our lives a few months ago.”

  My breath halts, I don’t want to talk about it anymore. I’m hugging myself at this point. All those memories, ripped open, bringing immense feelings through my body. I’ve put the rawness of those memories behind me, or so I thought. Maybe it wasn’t the best decision to keep all of this inside and only to myself.

  Dario told Michael about our parents…lies…I could have told them…but they would have been hurt either way. What’s the difference, right? Because it doesn’t change the fact that both of our parents are dead. They would have grown up with all the hate that consumes only me. Like how the truth weighs like lead on my shoulders. Carrying it with me for years, but I had to, I couldn’t bear to give some of that to my brothers. The way my mother’s life was ripped away is forever branded in my head.

  “You’re the most amazing, strong, fearless, honest, and gorgeous woman I’ve ever met. With everything you just shared with me, it’s amazing that you’ve become the person that’s standing in front of me. Don’t doubt yourself, or your actions that lead you to this point in life.” Xerox’s tone of voice is gentle. Like the sweetest caress. Similar to his knuckles that slide along my cheek.

  “I want to…no, I need to tell you about Nero, but I can’t right now,” I whisper.

  Xerox cradles my face in his hands. “Whenever you’re ready, darlin’. I know enough and I trust you completely. I can see you’re drained. Come on, we’re gonna get some coffee.”

  How does he do that? That phrase keeps popping up in my brain. All these years it’s like I’ve been rushing through everything, like being on a high-speed train. Now I’m taking stops and I’m allowed to get off and enjoy the scenery.

  We stroll into the big room where tables are set along the walls. There’s a large door on the left wall that leads to church. The exit is on the opposite side, that leads to the front of the clubhouse where the parking sits. They’ve got a rather large space here with enough room for every member. A large iron gate completes the fence surrounding the place, but most times it’s open.