Page 30 of Beautiful Unity
Brooks snorted, and I tried to cover my smile. God, she was so cute. Even Bubba stifled his laugh, coughing instead.
“As magnificent as that plan is, I think we need to evaluate if Agent Dickwad is actually on our side or part of Agonizer’s payroll.”
Darcie’s face fell. “Right. I forgot that part. Damn. Okay, so we need to figure out how deep the Diamonds are into Maverick business, gather all the Mavericks willing to go against Stanley, and then set up a meeting? How does one get a message to an evil drug lord? Dang it. I really am a little girl. I made this whole scene before my dad, but he was right.”
She’d started full of fire, but she’d crumpled inward by the end of her speech.
“Wrong. Your dad was wrong.” Bubba pushed off the dresser he’d been leaning against and marched over to her. His face was stern, and his body rigid as he took in the woman he loved before him. He kneeled before her, moving her legs off Grayson’s lap and unzipping her boots. Once he had her foot free, he massaged it before kissing the top of it and placing it on his bent knee. He did the same to the other before turning his wrist and showing his new tattoo.
“Not being familiar with this situation doesn’t mean you were wrong. You were so fucking right, baby. You won’t make the same mistakes as your dad.”
“How do you know?” she whispered.
“Because you’re the smartest person I know. You figured out how to survive independently and evaded an MC Pres for years. You tackle every obstacle placed in your path with ease and usually in impractical footwear.” He smiled, and Darcie lit up at his praise.
“I do love my shoes.”
“You were also right that you have your club behind you. You also have Tiny and Mack, and I reckon plenty more once you make your presence known. You’re impossible to ignore, baby. As much as I hate it, you draw people to you like a moth to a flame. It’s why Agonizer wanted you. He wanted to control you, steal your light, and snuff it out so he wouldn’t have any competition. He was threatened by you when you were a little girl. I can’t wait to see his face when he realizes the queen you’ve become.”
“You don’t always say a lot, but when you do…” She fanned her face and panted. “Damn, Waylon. If my panties hadn’t already been drenched, they would be ruined by your word porn.”
“Drenched?” Grayson asked, sucking on her neck.
“Word porn?” Brooks asked, tilting his head.
Bubba kept his stare locked on Darcie.
He gazed at the woman in his best friend’s lap with such admiration it almost felt like a violation of his privacy to witness it.
“About this plan,” she started. Her words came out in short gasps, and her breasts heaved with the effort.
“Forget the plan.”
He smashed his lips to hers, not caring she was sitting in Grayson’s lap. He pushed them onto the bed and crowded both of them. While Bubba made out with Darcie, Grayson worked on taking off her top. My dick leaked at the sight of her nipples, and I pushed my hand on it for some relief.
Brooks moved closer, his eyes hooded as he watched the show before us. Grayson had worked off Darcie’s jeans, leaving her bare before us. There was something about her being naked while the rest of us were clothed that made it hotter. Bubba finally broke their kiss, trailing his lips down her body and settling between her thighs while Grayson took care of her upper half. It was an unspoken agreement that this time was about Darcie and making her come apart as many times as we could.
It might not be healthy to avoid talking about her dad—hell, even I couldn’t reconcile the man I’d known with the broken one we met an hour ago—but none of us knew how to fix that tonight. So instead, we’d distract her with sex and fill her with endorphins, and hopefully, by morning, it would be clearer.
Grayson whispered into Darcie’s ear, her body writhing as Bubba took his fill. Brooks had settled in the chair, his gaze locked on to every move she made. I wasn’t sure what Grayson had in store, but I’d go along. Shockingly, it hadn’t been as weird as I’d imagined, all of us sharing her simultaneously. With the same skilled efficiency they exhibited together, they’d been able to apply it to Darcie. And somehow, I’d slotted right in, too.
Darcie moaned, her orgasm rocking her as she convulsed in Grayson’s arms. Before she stopped trembling, Bubba had her in his arms and speared on his cock in the same breath. He bounced her a few times in the air, her naked body a stark contrast to his black-clad clothed one. It was the best show in the whole world and it didn’t take long for either of them to find their release. Bubba held her tight for a few minutes, kissing her hard before letting her fall back into Grayson’s arms.
She sighed happily, contentment radiating off her as Grayson kissed her neck and massaged her body before flipping her onto her knees and spearing her from behind. She moaned loudly, the sound marking itself as the best sound ever in my mind. Her head was thrown back onto his shoulder as he pounded into her in hard thrusts. I watched with bated breath as her legs trembled, her body vibrating with need as he brought her to another orgasm.
Darcie fell forward, her hands grabbing onto the headboard for dear life as Grayson plowed into her. She turned her head, her blue eyes meeting mine and unraveling me. They beckoned me forward, and I came willingly.
Taking her face between my hands, I kissed her softly, a direct contradiction to how Grayson fucked her. Her fingers dug into me, begging me to give her more, but I held back, wanting to build up her next orgasm slowly. Grayson’s thrusts stuttered, and he moaned loud and deep as he came. The second he pulled out, Darcie climbed into my lap and frantically clawed at my pants to undo them.
Clutching her hands, I brought them behind her back. She whimpered, her eyes begging me to give.
“Please, Maddox.”
“Slow down, Princess.”
She pouted, but I didn’t break my hold on her hands. I wanted to make sure she was okay first. Her body was taut, goosebumps rising to the surface as I trailed my fingers over her. I rolled her nipples under my thumb, loving how hard they were. Darcie moaned at the contact, rocking her hips to get some friction.
“I need it, Madd. I’m so close,” she begged.