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“I don’t want you to get sick. I almost lost you, and I can’t go through that again. I love you, Brooke, and if anything happened to you, it would destroy me.”
Her beautiful eyes teared up, and she said, “I love you too, Lenny. I truly do so much.”
I leaned down, taking her mouth in mine for a soft kiss before pulling back. “Let me see if Gael is still awake, he was worried about you, and you can meet my sister Grace, and if you don’t mind, she can sit with you while I check in with Shadow.”
“Yes, please get Gael, and Grace can sit with me,” she answered, trying to wiggle out of the covers.
“Stay under the covers,” I ordered. “You need to stay warm.”
“Daddy’s back,” she grumbled with amusement.
“Oh, sweetheart, he is, and I’m gonna show you just what daddy can do as soon as I think you’re ready,” I promised with a slow smile before leaving the room to go across the hall.
I knocked softly on the door, and Grace opened the door. “Thanks for watching Gael. I appreciate it. Is he still awake?”
“Yep,” she answered, pulling the door wider to show Gael lying on the bed watching TV with Germie and Buffy. “Poor thing is worried sick about his mom.” We looked at each remembering.
“Brooke is okay for the most part. I have her in my room. I’m gonna take Gael in with her, and if you wouldn’t mind, could you sit with her until I take care of some things?”
“You know I don’t mind.” Grace honestly didn’t mind. She would do anything for anybody. Once I settled things, I needed to find out why she was back in town sooner than expected. Last I talked to her, she said another month.
We gathered Gael and the two dogs crossing the hall back into my room. Gael rushed to Brooke, climbing on the bed to hug her. “I worried, mommy,” I heard him whisper to her. “I know, sweetie, but it won’t happen again; that’s a promise,” she whispered back.
“Brooke, this is my sister Grace.”
“Nice to meet you, Brooke,” Grace smiled, sitting on the side of the bed. “You must be quite the woman to capture this one,” she joked, gesturing toward me.
“I have to check in with Shadow, but I’ll try and hurry,” I said, kissing Brooke and ruffling Gael’s hair.
I left Brooke with Grace. As I headed downstairs, I allowed myself to feel all the dark rage I had bottled up while taking care of Brooke. My face twisted with anger, my breathing already accelerating at what was to come. I put in the code to the basement door and walked through, taking the steps down. Viking was standing outside one of the doors.
“Where’s Shadow?” I asked him.
“He went to check on Mary and the baby and will be back to take care of our guest in that room,” Viking said, pointing to the room across from him. “Your guest is in here.” He opened the door, and I walked through. Fuse and King were waiting inside.
“Hello, Flex,” I sneered at the man hanging by his arms from the ceiling. “We’re going to have some fun. Well, scratch that, I’m going to have some fun,” I gave a dry laugh while stripping off my cut and shirt.
Time for retribution, and it was going to be sweet indeed.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
IT’S BEEN Aweek, and Lenny hasn’t touched me sexually.I know he is worried that I suffered trauma from when Flex had me in the basement, and I assured him it wasn’t anything I hadn’t dealt with or seen before; between Flex and the Fire Dragons clubhouse, I had seen it all.
The night it happened, he went to talk with Shadow. I wasn’t stupid. I knew Flex was dead. But I didn’t ask, and he didn’t tell me when he returned a few hours later, took a shower, and climbed into bed, circling me in his arms, whispering how much he loved me and that no one would ever hurt me again before falling asleep. I fell asleep feeling safe and loved.
But, now I needed Lenny, physically. I looked over at him as he slept. It was almost one in the morning, and I wanted him. I also knew I would have to be the one to initiate sex because Lenny was stubborn as hell. I sat up in bed and let my eyes take in his naked torso, moving lower, my mouth watering at what I knew was beneath the sheet. I carefully pulled the sheet down. I never thought I would ever crave a man like I do, Lenny. But I licked my lips at the thought of tasting him.
I slipped off the t-shirt I was wearing and positioned myself, so I could take his sem-hard cock in my mouth and start to pleasure him. “What?.. Shit….,” he moaned as he came awake, his hands going into my hair. “You don’t have to do this,” he rasped, his eyes meeting mine. I didn’t answer and instead moved between his legs for better access, taking his hard cock deep into my mouth. I let out a hum of satisfaction when I heard him groan. I worked him over, driving him higher and higher, my hand squeezing and playing with his balls.
His hands fisted in my hair as he anchored his legs and took over, thrusting in and out of my mouth hard, causing me to gag before I got my breathing under control. “You love me fucking your beautiful face, don’t you, sweetheart?” he growled low, his thrusts getting faster, hitting the back of my throat repeatedly. “I’m gonna come, and your gonna swallow every last fucking drop,” he ordered right before Lenny held my head still on his stiff cock, cum shooting down my throat.
He held me there until every last drop was down my throat before pulling out and releasing my hair. I laid my head on his stomach to catch my breath before raising my eyes to find him watching me.
“Are you trying to tell me something?” Lenny asked, one eyebrow raised in question.
“Yeah! I want you to fuck me,” I declared, smacking his stomach with my hand.
“Message received. I was giving you some time, Brooke.”