A Perfect Chance (15 page)

"They won't let him out, will they?" Jo asked, her eyes wide and her cheeks flushed. "They better bloody not, or I swear to—"

"No." I laughed, interrupting her tirade. "There's no chance of early release. But he's exchanging info for a bed at a low-security prison."

"About Abigail?" Liam asked, his frown deepening with his question.

I nodded. "Yeah. He gave me a couple of names. One of which was McKenny." I didn't tell them about my previous run-in with him prior to my meeting with Nox.

"Get the fuck out!" Jo slammed her glass down, spilling the contents on the table, and surprising me when the glass didn't shatter.

"What's that bastard have to do with anything?" Liam forced out. He was all too aware of McKenny. As a competitor to our architect business, in which I was a silent partner, McKenny had pulled countless stunts, even before his shady involvement in drugs that had involved our dad while Jo had still been pregnant.

"Not sure yet. I'll find out." Liam nodded, knowing I was true to my word. "'Kay, I'm out."

"To Lena?" Jo asked with a smirk.

"Yep." I turned and threw my empty bottle in the recycling bin.

"Invite her by this Sunday. Liam will put the barbie on."

"Sure." I offered her a genuine smile and then looked at Liam who threw me a smirk. "Look after my princess for me."

I headed out, the heaviness weighing me down sitting a little lighter as I made my way to Deadwood's bar. It lifted even higher still when I overheard a clearly drunk Lena saying how hard I made her scream. I didn't really give a shit about what Cole had previously said to her. She was mine, and now that she was straddling my bike, pushed up tightly against my back, I was dead set on making good on my promise. I was convinced she'd thought I was joking, but since hearing her soft groan at my threat, I was eager to make it a reality.

I was never one for games in or out of bed. I fucked hard, was skilled with my tongue and talented with my fingers, but there was something about the thought of my palm against her arse, leaving a slight sting as she writhed in pleasure, that had me willing to break that control for her. Fuck, I'd do anything to see her come undone and make her happy.

Pulling up outside my house, I kicked down my stand and removed my helmet, balancing it on my knee as I held out an arm to help Lena off the bike. Once she dismounted, I assisted with removing her helmet, and pressed my lips against her mouth as soon as it was free. She fell into the kiss immediately, a content sigh escaping her sweet lips. Stopping the kiss, I swung my leg over the bike and straightened, before grabbing hold of her waist and pulling her close. "Inside. Strip and wait for me on our bed."

I stared down at her hard when she bit her bottom lip, still frozen on the spot.

"You need to be on your knees. Your arse is mine, baby." Her eyes widened and her chest rose noticeably with the hitch of her breath. "Go on in. I'm going to put my bike away and grab a quick shower. You've got five minutes." It would be the quickest shower in fucking history, but with the flush of her cheeks evident in the soft outdoor lights, there was no way I could hold back any longer.

Nodding, she darted away from me, her sexy giggle trailing behind her as she unlocked the door and headed inside. My cock strained against my zipper in anticipation. Quickly locking away my bike and stowing the helmets, I headed to the main shower rather than the en suite. If I saw her arse raised and waiting for me, I didn't think I'd be able to clean, and after spending hours on the road and time with the fucker Nox, I needed to scrub away the day.

After the quickest shower I was sure I'd ever had, I strolled naked to our room. While Lena hadn't officially moved in, she had enough of her belongings around the house that it wouldn't be long before we made it official. I paused in the open doorway, my cock standing at attention at the sight greeting me.

Perfection.

Relieved I was already naked, I moved behind her, still standing at the end of the bed. "Spread your legs," I demanded. There was that hitch in her breath again, and fuck if the sound didn't make me throb with need. She willingly spread her legs and tilted her head to look back over her shoulder at me. Need washed over her features. "Are you ready for me, baby?"

She nodded, biting that damn bottom lip again. I stepped closer to the bed, my knees pressed against the mattress, and I reached out to her. My fingers found her wet and so ready that I easily slipped two digits into her waiting pussy. She leaned into my touch and gently rocked. "That good, baby?"

She nodded once more. This time, her head bent forward as she took the pleasure I promised. Still working her with my fingers, I kept pace as I knelt on the bed. I then leaned over and pressed a kiss to her arse before I nipped at the roundness of her backside. She shuddered, continuing to move, no longer as steady or as controlled as before.

I repositioned myself to allow her to continue to ride my fingers while stretching a finger out to rub her clit. Her gasp became a scream of pleasure as my free hand made contact with her arse. "Fuck, baby, that's hot. Do you want it again?" She nodded. "I need a yes, Lena."

"Yes," she panted. "Again."

I pulled my fingers out, positioning my cock at her entrance. This time, when my hand smacked down on her cheek, I slammed into her. I watched the red mark appear on her skin and leaned forward, planting a kiss on her back. "What you do to me, baby," I whispered against her skin. I couldn't do gentle or soft. I needed her so fucking bad that I was sure I was going to blow within seconds. I wrapped a hand around to her clit and pressed down, rubbing circles against her tender flesh.

"Come for me, Lena, or do you want my hand on your arse again?"

A throaty laugh escaped her, making me grin. "I'm going to come, but hell, your hand on me like that… fuck, Mace," she gasped out the words as I pounded into her.

"Happy to oblige." I gave one swift smack, not as hard this time. She was already on the edge and didn't need much to send her over. With her pussy contracting around my cock and her scream filling the room, I rocked against her, my eyes flicking between my red handprint and my cock entering her. Heat and lightness spread through my body with the upsurge of my release. Finally it hit, my balls tightening and my cum entering her. She shook against me as her scream faded and I finally stilled.

Sure I was going to collapse from how hard I'd come, I grabbed her waist and dragged her to the side with me still planted inside her. We lay still and silent for a few beats, our breathing slowing.

"Have you ever—?"

"No, baby. Never before." I could imagine the wheels turning in her brain.

She sighed against me. "Me neither." I didn't need to hear her words to know that already. I kissed her head briefly.

"It was fucking amazing." She laughed, causing her to clamp around my cock. I groaned and attempted to hold her still. "Don't laugh. Bloody hell, you trying to kill me?"

My words had the opposite effect and pulled another deep laugh from her. Shit, I was sure my cock was being eaten. Death by Venus Cocktrap! I shared my thoughts, forcing her laughter to spill forth in hysterical gasps. Pulling out swiftly before her cocktrap did some serious damage, I flipped Lena onto her back. Tears of laughter spilled down her cheeks.

"Fuck, baby, I love you. Laugh like that for me every day." The words were unplanned but the truth.

With a smile still on her face, so wide I was sure she was getting sore cheeks, her laughter began to settle. She lifted her hand to my cheek then. "Keep giving me something to laugh and smile about and I'll see what I can do." She lifted up and pressed her lips against mine before pulling back slightly. "I love you, too." Her words were clear and confident. She rested her head back on the pillow, and I searched her eyes, trying to capture this moment.

"Always," I eventually answered before getting out of bed and tugging her with me. "I need another shower. You can lather me up." I threw her a wink and laughed when she smacked my arse.

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"Anything else I need to know before I head out?" Kid asked. He was working on a security detail for me, heading out to Perth for a couple of weeks.

"Nope. I think you're good. You should have everything you need. Just try to blend a bit, yeah?" I grinned, knowing that for the group of guys who worked for me, while they scrubbed up well in suits when the occasion called for it, blending in didn't come naturally. With ink a-plenty, various stages of beard growth, and often oil-stained jeans, they kicked off a general bad-arse persona. Throw in the cuts for those who rode with Deadwood, and they stuck out something fierce, especially when escorting clients in tourist areas, which thank fuck rarely happened. Kid in thongs and board shorts was too much of a headfuck to visualise.

It always surprised me the nature and complexity of our clients and details. We handled everything from more hard-core shit like retrieval, as in leave the country to search for and rescue abducted kids, to offering protection detail to groups of businessmen or rich kids. Then there was delivery of goods, of the non-illegal variety. I’d almost stumbled upon the hard-core cases, through a friend of mine, Jenson, who was a British ex-Marine. I had no idea at the time why he didn't go it alone. It was his own team he ran with after all, but I'd already built up a reputation for myself, plus I had contacts all across Australia, which helped with securing work. I was in the process of making Jenson a partner. Having him and his cash on board would mean we could up our provisions and resources significantly. I had no grand plans to go corporate, or to take on many more guys, but joining forces would mean we could work faster and safer, especially on high-risk jobs.

Kid was on escort detail; not playing babysitter as much as watching out for the daughter of a friend of a friend. It was more of a favour than anything, one that I discounted heavily to make possible. The daughter was making the trip to Perth by car. I grinned at Kid. Being without his bike for two weeks would suck balls, but he’d agreed to help me out, with Diesel giving the go-ahead as he saw it as an opportunity to meet up with a charter out west.

"Just be sure to take regular stops, yeah, and try not to scare the poor girl."

Kid rolled his eyes. "If she tries to put pop shit on the radio, you know there's a chance I may put her on a Greyhound and just tail it, right?"

I snorted. "Just grab the file and get out of here. You've got a couple of hours, so go finish packing your stuff and give me regular updates." Nodding, he stood and reached out to me, clasping my hand. "Thanks, Kid. You're doing me a good turn on this one."

"Yeah, and don't think I won't collect." He threw the words over his shoulder, heading out of my office and towards Lena. I watched as she stepped out of her area to give him a hug. There weren't many men I could handle touching her. Kid fell into that category. I paused, feeling guilty that I was relieved she wasn't in the habit of touching people at all. While I wanted her to have the confidence to do whatever the fuck she wanted, the thought of her being open to touch and becoming tactile with everyone who wasn't on my "okay to touch" list had me clenching my jaw.

Lena planted a kiss on Kid's cheek and waved at him before glancing at me and stepping towards my room. Her smile slipped when her eyes roamed my face. "What is it?" She came into the room, stopping directly before me.

"Just realising I can be a piece of shit is all," I admitted.

Her brows furrowed and she half laughed, no doubt trying to work out if I were serious or not. "Care to tell me why exactly?"

"Not really." I shrugged. Her brows lifted, and she threw me a look intended to wear me down. I sighed in defeat, feeling even more like a pussy by barely waiting four seconds before giving in. I quickly explained to her my "okay to touch" list and my issues, followed by my guilt.

Her smile spread to a grin and she stepped into my space, her arms wrapping around my shoulders. "It's sweet, in a ridiculously possessive way. Don't feel guilty about it. I have my own list for you, you know."

I quirked my brows. "You do, huh?"

"Yep."

"Going to share that with me?"

"Nope."

I laughed loudly, enjoying the way her eyes lit up when she smiled. "Do you fancy a quickie?"

She rolled her eyes as she continued smirking at me. "No can do, boss. You have to head over to Cain Donald's in fifteen to go over the new security specs."

"I can be quick." I wriggled my brows in offer.

She planted a palm on my chest and pushed herself away. "As much as you're a charmer, big guy, I don't really fancy you racing to the finish line anytime soon. You can wait till tonight and do me slowly." Her words ended with a laugh as she walked out the room and left me groaning and with a hard-on.

"Fine. I'll call one of the boys in to hang out while I'm gone."

Lena paused in front of the door leading to her workspace and then turned and faced me. "There's no need for that. I'm good." A tentative smile appeared on her lips, her nerves not as well hidden as I was sure she intended.

Stepping away from my desk, I walked to my open doorway and leaned against the frame. "Is that right?"

She nodded, exhaled a small breath and said, "Yes. I've been thinking about it for a while now. I think I'm ready. I'll stay in my workstation, and if there's a random walk-in by an unknown, I'll make sure my phone is in my hand just in case I can't handle it. I want to do this, Mace."

My heart actually fucking ached at her strength and her nerves. I wanted to swoop her up and beg her to stop pushing herself. Pressure caused her stress levels to peak. It seemed crazy she would be doing that to herself on purpose.

"I need this," she reiterated, bending my resolve once more.

Closing my eyes briefly, I sighed in defeat before stepping into her space. Looking down at her, I placed two fingers under her chin and lifted. Our eyes connected. "If there's even a moment of hesitation, of nerves, call Jase and flick the door lock. You get me?" Jase was one of my guys. He was on call for me today so would be around if I needed him.