Page 22 of Wicked Lies Grow Wildflowers
Her only reply is a ragged moan.
“Fuck, you’re so sweet, baby.” She’s the most delicious thing I’ve ever tasted. I lap at her like a starving man, and I guess I am starving, but only ever for her. She tastes like heaven and I could die right here, right now, as the happiest man on earth with my face between these thighs.
She threads her fingers through my hair and pulls; I revel in the sharp sting. My tongue thrusts in and out of her alongside my fingers as her moans fill my ears and the room around us. She’s thrashing around and bucking her hips wildly at my face, grinding her clit against my nose.
“Oh my God, Xander, please, don’t stop—” Her cries turn incoherent as I swirl my tongue against her clit, knowing that’s exactly where she needs me.
I grab her panties and ball them up before shoving them in her mouth. “As much as I love to hear those sweet screams of yours, Wildflower—I will kill anyone else who does. So we can’t wake the neighbors, now, can we?”
She mumbles something incoherent once more and I keep eating at her, making sure to circle her clit with my thumb. My free hand is roaming between her stomach and tits, making sure I’m giving her nipples plenty of attention. Soon, I can feel her body tensing and I lick her even more fervently, tipping her over the edge she’s been precariously standing on.
Her legs clamp around my head as she lets out a muffled cry and grinds into my face. If I suffocate here, there are far worse ways to go than drowning in her sweet orgasm.
When she comes down, and her body relaxes it’s coiled tension completely, I remove my hand. I lick her a few more times to clean up her release, not wanting to waste a single drop of her nectar. I pull the panties from her mouth and kiss her deeply. “See how good you taste, Wildflower? Like the perfect sin.”
She’s breathless and spent, not saying a word to me. I help her up and get her dressed in silence, placing a kiss on her head when she’s done. “But what about you?” she finally speaks and glances at my very obvious erection.
“We can worry about me another time. This was for you.”
“Thank you.” A deep red blush spreads across her cheeks.
“Thankyoufor letting me be the first to defile you like that.” I place a kiss on her forehead. “It was my honor to taste something so perfect and sweet.”
While I was busy losing myself in the ecstasy between Maeren’s thighs, the movie seems to have ended. I really should go—It’s late and I don’t want to overstay my welcome or end up fucking her. I know I will eventually, but not tonight. I want to make sure I can take my time with her when that moment comes.
“Honestly, I’m at a loss for words. I didn’t know it could be that good. I mean, I’ve never… well, I’ve never donethat,but I’ve never orgasmed with a man before, either,” she admits sheepishly. Her skin is flushed and sweaty, flyaway hairs stick to her face. She looks like she was thoroughly ravished.
“Never?” I ask, honestly surprised by that.
“Never. I mean, I’ve only been with two people, but still.”
“Then they weren’t men, Wildflower. But don’t worry, there are a lot more of those in store for you.” And though I try to joke, I want to hunt down every fucker who has ever touched her and cut their hands off. And if they’ve been inside of her, I’ll remove their dicks too.
She’smine.
After I left Maeren’s,I couldn’t stop replaying the way she came on my tongue. She’s so fucking perfect, everything about her all-consuming. I drove home hard as steel and wishing I could have sunk inside her. I just need a little patience. Soon enough she’ll be mine completely—in every single way.
Checking my phone, I scan over a message from Mark requesting I meet him later this week for a job. Good, I could use the distraction. Maybe a little distance between me and Maeren will be good for me. I can feel myself getting attached too quickly, and I’ll surely scare her away if I keep it up.
When Thursday night rolls around, it’s the usual monotonous steps of getting ready for the night by making sure I blend in with the club crowd. When I arrive, Mark is lounging in our usual booth. I flag down a bartender for my whisky neat, needing something to take the edge off tonight. I can’t work well if the vision of Maeren’s bare body is all I can think about. When I slide into the booth in front of Mark, he nods at my drink, taking note because I never have anything at our meetings.
I’m definitely not going to let him know anything about my personal life. That would be a stupid fucking mistake—deadly, really. Connections can be used as leverage and that’s the last thing I want for Maeren. “I know. I don’t want to talk about it. Let’s get to business—what can I do for you, Mark?”
“Don’t worry, I don’t care to know about your personal life, Paxton. I have an interesting one for you this time though. There’s a man who goes by The Skinner. I’ll let you guess why. That is if you haven’t already heard of him, he’s garnering quite the buzz. I need him eliminated. He’s bad for business and quite loud in his dealings. He’s also been leaving a string of bodies in his wake and the police are onto him. His real identity is not yet known, but it’s only a matter of time. The last thing I need is a loud mouth, wannabe rival fucking things up by being too messy with his….business.If he keeps his act up, the Feds will be on me soon enough and we both know thatcannothappen. I may not have anything to do with his murders, but well, you know.” He rubs a hand down his face and sighs.
I narrow my eyes and ask, “We both know that’s not the only reason you need him gone. You’re never really afraid of the Fedswhen you have so many of them in your pocket, so what else is going on?” Mark’s tell is obvious. He always has a hidden agenda when he makes things seem a littletoosimple. Going after a serial killer because he’s garnering attention on the newsistoo simple.
His next words are low and deadly. “The fucker put a hit out on my nephew. Thankfully, it didn’t go through and the hitman is dead, but I won’t take chances when it comes to my family. I want the fucker dead, and it needs to happen before he decides to take matters into his own hands, literally,” he seethes.
Ah, there it is. I have to admit I’m a little shocked by that confession. “On Liam’s son? Fuck.”
Mark leans forward. “Yeah. Liam’s guys took down the two hitmen when his son’s dorm room security alarm was triggered. He’s always got two guys on Matthew, as he should. When they were questioned on who sent them, one of them gave up The Skinner before a bullet found its home between his eyes.” I cock my head and nod along before he continues.
“The Skinner wants to fuck with us, plain and simple. He knows he won’t get to me, or Liam, so he will target those closest to us with less defenses. You have to get rid of him as quickly as you can. This job may take at least a month, and I anticipate that it won’t be easy since I don’t even have his whereabouts, but I know you can figure it out. I’ll give you thirty for it since family is so important to me. I trust you’ll take this case, Paxton. You’re my best and I really don’t want you on my bad side by saying no. The last guy who denied me isn’t around any longer—this matter is personal, and I won’t accept another answer.”
His eyes are locked on mine in a deadly stare. One I know to take seriously. Mark’s brother isn’t as involved in the business but he and Mark are close, and I know how much he cares for his family. I usually debate taking on work for at least a couple of hours, but I decide this time isn’t worth feigning disinterest.
I throw back the rest of my drink and nod. “I know how important this is to you Mark, so I’ll take it. But don’t threaten me again, it’syouwho needsme.And don’t ever say I never did anything out of the goodness of my heart,” I wink at him before getting up to leave.
