Page 39 of Lake's Legacy

“He’s still unconscious. He looks so frail in that hospital bed with all the wires coming out of him,” Lake says with a shudder. “I’ve never seen him look weak.”

“He’ll get better,” Annette assures him. “Just give him some time to recover.”

“I’m staying here. His attacker may show up to finish the job,” Lake says.

“I already called Conor and Danny to come here and stand guard. You have other responsibilities to take care of with your father laid up. I’m returning to New Orleans, but Zip is staying with you.”

“Thanks, Prez,” Lake says, shaking Hex’s hand.

“Annette and Olivia are coming to the clubhouse tomorrow. Annette’s staying with us while she’s doing her residency. Figured that should keep you both from worrying.”

Lake smacks Dante on the back while Toff shakes Hex’s hand. “Thanks, man.”

“How about I drive,” Annette offers. “You two look ready to drop. Zip, you can stay in my guest room.”

Zip follows us back to Annette’s house. While Annette shows him to his room, I take Lake to the one we share.

“I’m exhausted, but I need you,” Lake says, pulling me in for a hug. His hands wander over my back before shifting down to my butt. He squeezes my cheeks as he grinds his lengthening cock into my belly. My core tightens with the feel of him. He isn’t the only one with needs.

Leaning back, I slide my hands under his shirt and lift. “How about I do all the work,” I suggest as he pulls the shirt off. His eyes brighten with my suggestion.

“Oh, yeah? You gonna ride me, my beautiful girl?”

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE: LAKE

While I tug off my shirt, Olivia’s nimble fingers unfasten my belt. The hunger in her eyes has my dick pressing painfully against the zipper. Relief comes when she pushes my jeans and boxers to the floor. I let her push me to the edge of the bed before I fall back. Taking my cock in hand, I stroke it as I watch her strip for me. First, she loses the top but leaves on the pale pink satin bra that glows against her olive skin. I groan as she exposes her gorgeous body. My eyes feast on her as she loses the matching panties and, finally, that sexy bra.

“Come here and sit on my face,” I order. Grinning at her full-body shiver.

Placing one knee on the bed between my legs, she crawls up my body, pausing long enough to lick the pre-cum off my hardened dick. I shudder at the feel of her mouth on me, but I want to be the one to make her shudder.

Grabbing her by the waist, I place her right where I want her. Burying my face in her sweet-smelling pussy rejuvenates me. All the stress of today evaporates as I lose myself in the taste of my woman. Her moans and whimpers as I lick and nibble on her clit are like a live wire in my system. Soon, she’s grinding on my face, searching for her release. Too soon, her body quakes with the impact of her orgasm.

Snagging a condom, I tear it open. Olivia snatches it out of my hands and then sits on my legs. Placing the condom on the tip, she uses her mouth to sheathe me. “Fuck, baby,” I groan as I struggle to keep from embarrassing myself.

She lifts her head and grins at me, the little imp. Planting her pussy alongside my cock, she wraps her hands around it so she can glide up and down. Holy shit, the woman is trying to kill me. “Baby, I need you to ride me. Need to see those breasts jiggle.”

Putting me out of my misery, she lines her slit over my cock and impales herself. Her long groan of pleasure has my hips jerking in response. Planting her hands on my chest, she fucks herself on my cock. Grabbing her hips, I increase the pace until her titties sway and jump in my face. Mesmerized, I can’t tear my eyes off the beauty before me. Squeezing her ass makes her groan loader as her juices flood over my cock. Sliding my finger down the crack of her ass, I press against her tight bud.

“I’m going to take you there one day,” I warn her before pressing my finger inside. She shudders and cries out as the pleasure washes over her as the orgasm rips through her system. Taking over, I piston into her, my eyes on her beautiful face until I explode inside her.

“Oh, shit,” Olivia mutters as she collapses on top of me. “If you taking my ass is half as erotic as you talking about it, sign me up.”

She mumbles her words into my chest, but I hear them. Chuckling, I roll her to the side so I can get up and dispose of the condom. When I return, she’s in the same spot I left her. Chuckling, I gather her up in my arms and cradle her with one hand while pulling down the sheets. Tucking us both under the covers, she murmurs as she snuggles into me.

Even though I’m exhausted, I lay awake. My mind goes over everything that happened today, and I think about what tomorrow will bring. Becoming chief is a role I’ve avoided, butI’m willingly stepping into it tomorrow. Even telling myself that it’s only temporary doesn’t relieve the tightness in my chest.

I must eventually doze off, but a dream about drowning in paperwork has me gasping for breath.

It doesn’t take a therapist to explain the meaning. Years of watching my father dealing with paperwork and attending endless tribal meetings gave me a clear idea of what my life would hold if I followed his path. His repeated insistence that I learn my role early to become a better leader in the future gave me the impetus to forge my path in a different direction.

Carefully, I slide out from under Olivia. Leaving her to sleep, I quickly shower and change before heading downstairs. I find Zip already up and drinking a cup of coffee. He has several colored pencils and a few sheets of paper in front of him. Something that is not uncommon. As a tattooist, he’s often sketching out ideas. However, when I sit down, I see he’s drawing a map. This, too, isn’t unusual. Zip’s hobby is cartography. His work is detailed and stunning. One of his best pieces, a map of New Orleans, holds pride of place in his office.

I watched him work and realized that his map depicted tribal land. He’s completed the mainland and has moved on to the bayou. As he draws, he refers to his laptop.

“What are you doing?” I ask him.

“Mapping out the bayou.” I roll my eyes before he continues. “I had a thought when I was looking at the BOEM map. Who patrols the area?”

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