Page 51 of Sweet Revenge

“Do you want me to do something?”

“I want you to do whatever you want to do.” His eyes softened. “But I don’t expect anything.”

He wouldn’t, and I knew that. He wouldn’t make me do anything I didn’t want to do, which only made me want to do it more. “I want to.”

He grinned and rolled to his back. “You’re in charge.”

I was in charge. I lifted my hand and laid it on his chest, enjoying the feeling of muscle under his shirt. I ran my hand over his chest and his stomach before stopping at the waistband of his jeans. I unsnapped them and slowly pulled down his zipper, enjoying his sharp intake of breath when the back of my fingers moved softly over his hardness. I pushed my hand down under the waistband of his underwear and felt the pressure building low in my belly again when he groaned.

Wrapping my hand around his wide girth, I moaned when I felt his weight in my hand. I never wanted to do anything before, let alone take my time and play, but now I wanted nothing more. I stroked him slowly and gently, listening to his breaths get more and more choppy. When I felt wetness at the tip of the head, I rubbed it along his length with my thumb.

He lifted his hips, and I tore my eyes away from his hard cock to look at his face. He looked like he was in pain, and I thought I’d done something wrong. “Is this right?”

His eyes snapped open, and he rolled his lips together. “I’ve dreamed about your hands on me, Maggie, so anything you want to do is right.”

“But you look like you’re in pain.”

He lifted his hand and laid it against the back of my head. “I’m just trying to let you have all the control, baby. It’s a little hard for me. But everything you’re doing feels fucking fantastic.”

I leaned over him and pressed my lips to his, moaning when he pushed his tongue between mine. I tightened my hand on him, stroking him harder while I deepened the kiss.

It only took a few more strokes before he groaned again and came hard, his warm cum making a mess of my hand and his stomach. I pulled my lips from his but stayed close while his breathing evened out.

He laid both hands on my cheeks and looked deep into my eyes. “I’m never going to let anything happen to you.”

I nodded. “I know that.”

“Do you trust me?”

I smiled. “More than I’ve ever trusted anyone.”

He pulled my lips back down to his and kissed me slowly. I pulled away and cuddled into his side, laying my head on his chest. We were still completely clothed, having only made out like teenagers probably do, but it was still the best time I’d ever had in bed with a man.

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

GUNNER

“How’d it go?”

I looked up to see Bear moving around the front end of a car he’d been working on. I thought back to Maggie and let the grin play around my lips. I was facing my father, our club was facing a potential war, and I was staring down a deal I wasn’t willing to make, but all of that faded to nothing when she knocked on my door.

I’d laid with her for a while, but I knew I was stalling, and Bear was waiting. He knew I’d make the call this morning, and I owed it to him to get my ass down to talk to him, so I dragged myself from Maggie, cleaned us both up, and carried her back to her room so she wouldn’t walk on the glass. I promised I’d find her in a little while, swept up the shit I’d broken, and made my way down to the garage.

“He has him.” I stopped walking and leaned my hip against the front end of the car.

“Not surprised.” He grunted. “He offer a deal?”

I bowed my head and ran my hand along the back of my neck before looking back up. “He gets the recording, we get Snake.”

Bear narrowed his eyes. “What else?”

I clenched my jaw remembering our conversation. “He wants Maggie as insurance.”

Bear’s gaze hardened. “He knows we have her.”

“He’s been watching me, figured out I was paying too much attention to her, so he started watching her. He knows. He knew she’d go to Luke’s wedding and tipped off Snake.”

Bear eyes moved around the room before they settled back on me. “What do you wanna do?”

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