CHAPTER THIRTY Mad Bell

CHAPTER THIRTY

Mad Bell

"We fucked in the office at work," Maisy stated with a laugh.

We were in my room at the compound, spread out on the bed. Her head was on my chest as we both stared up in the direction of the darkened ceiling.

"We sure did," I said with a small nod. Taking in a long whiff through my nose, the scent of sex and Maisy filled every part of me. Even though I'd just drained my balls inside of her for the second time tonight, my dick was stirring for round three.

"There's no way that someone didn't notice, right?" There was an edge of thrill in her voice. The lust of being caught pulsed through her. And damn, I fuckin' loved it.

"That what you want to hear, Maze?" I asked, my tone darkening. Carefully, I slid from under her so I could roll on top of her, caging her in as I stared down into her eyes. "That they heard me fuckin' you. Heard how much you loved my cock inside of you." Her chest heaved as her lids became heavy. I couldn't hold back my smirk. It seemed Maisy was more compatible with me than I ever could have imagined, and I wondered how far she'd be willing to take this. For now, I was going to ride it out in private, and get her to open up a little more. "You wanna think about how they were standing on the other side of that door thinking about what you looked like takin' my cock?"

"Fuck, Joe," she practically moaned as her eyes rolled back in her head. Her legs came up to wrap around my waist, and she ground that bare, wet pussy against my growing cock. "That shouldn't—"

"Yeah, Maze, it can and it should if you want it to. Don't ever hold back with me. There's no shame here, babe. Hear me?"

She blinked up at me. It was almost as if my words were sobering. Which, hey, was good if she really heard me. I didn't just want parts of her. I wanted everything.

"Does that turn you on?" I asked, holding her eyes.

"Yes," she said in a raspy, lust-fulled whisper. "Yes, Joe. The thought of them hearing how much of a slut I am for your cock turns me on so much."

Holy shit! It was all I could do to keep my face blank. I wouldn't lie, she was turning me on more and more. Maze was the perfect woman for me, of that I had no doubts.

Her cheeks flamed hot, telling me that she'd likely never shared that part of herself with anyone. Good. That piece was all mine, and it would stay that way.

"Is that what you are?" I rocked my hips, sliding my cock through her slick folds. "A good slut for me, Maze? You love getting yourself off on my cock? Love comin' for me while I fill that sweet pussy up?"

"Joe, please," she begged. Maze wasn't one to beg, so I knew I was getting to her.

"So wet for me," I said. "So fuckin' wet for me."

"Fuck me, Joe. Don't make me wait."

"Nah, I don't think I will fuck you," I said as I moved down her body and settled my shoulders between her parted legs. "Yet."

I dove in, tasting her cum from not even thirty minutes ago. She was so responsive, rocking her hips and grinding her pussy against my face. I ate her like a starved man until she was shaking and nearly ready to come again.

"You come on my cock tonight," I ordered as I pulled away. She tossed a condom at me, and as I tried to catch it, I wondered how long she'd been holding onto it. I couldn't help the little laugh that slipped out as I tore it open and rolled it down my very eager cock. As I settled over her again, notching the head of my dick right at the entrance of her wet pussy, I said, "You're perfect for me."

She gasped, and then lost her breath for a second when I thrust forward, stretching her with my cock until my skin met hers.

My lips met hers in a fiery kiss as held myself still deep inside her. I only pulled away when she raked her short nails down my back. The sting was enough to catch me off guard. My pace faltered only for a second before I began pounding into her harder.

"Is that it? Is that what you need, Maze? Need me to fuck you so hard your pussy won't ever forget who I am?"

"Yes, Joe. Fuck me harder." Her eyes dared me to as she reached above her head to grab onto the headboard like she was steadying herself to take everything I had to give.

Skin slapped together. She moaned. I grunted. The room was filled with the scent of fresh sex and sweat. Sloppy kisses were exchanged until she begged me for more.

I pulled out and managed to flip her over before she could whine in protest. My fingers dug into her hips as I pulled her up to her knees. It wasn't another second then I was pushing inside her again.

"Hold on, baby," I said as I put my back into it. I fucked her so hard she had to push against the headboard to keep her head from meeting it.

Her ass and thighs jiggled, and I couldn't take my eyes off of her hot body. She took my cock so well, that tight pussy stretched wide. I nearly lost it when she started fucking herself back on my cock. Yeah, she couldn't get enough. Hell, I felt the same.

"That's it," I said, running my fingers up her spine. "You look so pretty fuckin' yourself on my cock. Take what you need, baby. Drench me in your cum. Soak me, Maze, and then I'll feed you my cock."

"Oh, fuck!" she screamed. Her pussy clamped down on me. She came with her back bowed and my name rolling off her tongue so loud I knew my brothers could hear.

I was sweating from holding back. Another minute and I was gonna blow.

But she did me good. I shouldn't have been surprised.

I pulled out. Before I could flip her back over, she had herself turned around. Her ass rested on her feet and she looked up at me as she lowered down to her elbows. She cutely placed her chin on her fists as she opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out. She looked so hot waiting for me.

"Look at you," I said as I cupped her jaw with one hand. I rubbed the tip of my cock over her lips, coating it with her own cum. Then I yanked the condom off and tossed it on the floor. I couldn't wait to kiss her and taste both of us there. I fed her my cock slowly, watching as it disappeared into her mouth. "Such a good slut for me. So good at taking my cock."

She moaned. I felt it vibrating in my balls. Her hands wrapped around my shaft, working me with a firm grip.

"You gonna swallow me down?" I asked, pushing my cock back into her mouth. Her eyes told all. My woman was ready for it. Fuckin' thirsty for it.

"Oh, fuck! So good for me, Maze!" I seemed to choke out the last couple of words as I came.

She wrung me dry, swallowing down every drop. As I pulled away, shuddering at the smooth, velvety feel of her tongue dragging over my sensitive cock head, she smiled. Then she kissed the tip before releasing her hold on me.

Spent, I flopped onto the bed. My arm lazily reached for her. It was the best I could do. The moment I felt her against my side, our sweat instantly sticking us together, I pulled her mouth to mine and kissed her with everything I had left in me. Truth was, it wasn't a lot, but I got a taste of us on her lips and tongue. If the Reaper Man came right now, I figured I'd die a happy man.

But I really hoped he wasn't comin' for a long time.

I might have been on the downhill slide to forty, but I felt like my life was just beginning. I wanted to grow old with Maisy. Felt it in my bones and in my soul that she was meant for me.

"Two more rounds and we'll match our first night," Maisy said with a hint of teasing in her tone.

I let out a dry laugh. I was still trying to catch my breath. I honestly didn't know how I'd done it that first time, and I was starting to doubt that I really did. Only, I hadn't been drunk enough to not remember that night. And I was there. I fuckin' did it.

"I'm teasing," she said as she kissed the side of my neck. Her hair tickled my face as she rested her head in the crook there and snuggled closer to me. "I'm too tired. All I want is a long nap and a big breakfast after I wake up."

The world stopped for a second. I didn't know how to respond because I wasn't sure what she was thinkin'. Did she want that breakfast with me? Was she going to stay this time? How did I tell her I wanted her to without sounding too demanding or pushy?

Fuck it.

"How about we shower here in a minute? You know, once I feel my limbs again," I suggested. She laughed and patted my chest. "Then we can ride over to my house. I can make you that big breakfast in the morning."

She rolled over and propped herself up. Her eyes twinkled as she held my gaze and said, "Do you even have a bed? Because the way I heard it, you got rid of everything. A wife and all the furniture."

I snorted. I shouldn't have, but I couldn't help it. Shit was kinda funny when you thought of it that way. As if getting rid of a wife could be so simple.

"She wasn't my wife," I corrected. Her brows went up in surprise. Apparently she didn't know everything. "It was forged. I found out and sent her on her way. I mean, I was going to send her on her way before I found out, but that made it a fuck of a lot easier. She's outta my life." I scowled. How did she know so much? "Who's been flapping their lips? No one around here knows how to keep their damn mouths shut."

"Come on, it's a good thing. I'm here, right? I think it would have taken forever if I'd waited for you to come to me."

I let out a long breath before admitting, "I wanted to do it right, but I haven't figured out how to do that yet."

Her mouth curved into a sexy grin. I reached up and tucked her hair behind her ear so I could see all of her.

"I didn't realize you could be so sweet," she said, all kinds of softness in her tone. Might have wanted to scowl at her words, but the fact that she melted at the thought made me hold back. "Did you ever consider that all I need is you? I don't need a perfect moment or grand gestures. I just need to know that it's time to jump and that I'm not jumping alone."

I huffed out a laugh. There, in that moment, as I stared up into her blue eyes, I grabbed her hand and jumped— metaphorically, of course.

"I want to see where this goes, Maze," I told her, letting it all out. "I might be fuckin' crazy to want that with the way you drive me up the wall, but I want it. I want all of you, exactly how you are. The sweet. The feisty. The strong, independent woman. My slutty minx. And, yes, even the damn part of you that can't resist kickin' the hornet's nest. I wanted you yesterday, want you today. Hell, I know I'll want you tomorrow. Might be too soon to say forever, but if I'm layin' it all out there… I wouldn't cross it off."

"I don't really know how to do this," she admitted. "I've had three relationships in my life. All were in high school, and I don't really think those counted. Besides, they didn't last long. I tend to be… too much for most people."

There was a flash of sadness in her eyes. Yeah, it hurt her deep down, but she was too strong to let it show. I wanted to rip all those fuckers apart. Hurt them for makin' her doubt herself even for a second.

"You're everything I need in my life," I told her, trying not to cringe at how damn cheesy it sounded. Shit was true, though. "I'd been going through each day, happy enough with what I had. It wasn't until you walked into my life that I realized happy enough wasn't exactly happy. I mistook complacency for simplicity, and that isn't what I want for my life. A simple life should be enjoyable, and I want that. The thought of…" I shook my head, almost afraid to let the words out. She urged me on with a sweet, quick kiss against my mouth. "The thought of wakin' up to you, comin' home to you, it's part of that simple life I've always dreamed of."

"Yeah?" she asked, brow going up as if my words had taken her by surprise. "And what happens when you get sick of me?"

"Doubt that'll happen, baby," I said, giving her a smirk. "But if it's something you're worried about, then we'll figure it out. It's not that hard as long as we're in it together, right?"

Her shoulder lifted as she cocked her head.

"I suppose it could be that simple," she said, believing in it easily.

We got lost gazing at each other for a long time. My fingers lazily traveled the path of her spine, up and then back down again. Over and over. I loved the feel of her skin against my rough hands.

"There's just one thing that's been bugging me," she said after taking in a deep breath. I wasn't sure I liked the way her brows pinched together. Whatever she wanted to know, I'd tell her willingly. I had nothing to hide, and I knew a relationship couldn't be built on lies and secrets. "Why do you hate the prospect so much?"

Taken off guard, a sharp laugh escaped me. That was the last thing I would have expected to come out of her mouth.

"Don't bring the fuckin' Dipshit Dishwasher into our bed," I said with a shake of my head. When she gave me that look that said she wasn't gonna let it go, I huffed. "He put my pans in the dishwasher." My jaw clenched as I said it.

Her eyes went wide. Though I'd never said anything, I knew she got how important it was that they be washed by hand. And I sure as hell noticed when she did it.

"Wait, when did this happen? How come I missed it? Didn't he start… working there after me?"

"No," I said with a shake of my head. "I banned him for a while after he did it."

"So you've been holding this against him though it happened, what, over nine months ago?"

I didn't know if it was the calm of the moment or the feeling of having Maisy in my arms, but I couldn't really come up with a good excuse for still being an asshole to him.

I grunted since I didn't really have a comeback.

"And he hasn't fucked up since, has he?" She was laughing at me now, clearly thinking I was ridiculous.

My lips thinned. I was aggravated, but only because she was a little bit right.

She pinched my chin between her fingers and shook my head from side to side.

"My poor brooding baby," she said with a mock pout on her lips.

"Fuck off," I said teasingly as I playfully knocked her hand away from my face. She was laughing when I threaded my fingers through her hair and pulled her down for a kiss. Truth was, I didn't hate her making fun of me. If I wasn't busy distracting her with my mouth, I might have been laughing too. I rolled us over, leaning on my forearms as I looked down at her. "Don't bring that Prospect in our bed again."

I was only teasing… well, mostly. Her face held a hint of mock surprise before she busted out in a fit of laughter.

God, I loved her laugh. Loved how open her face could be, especially now.

Maisy was so fuckin' beautiful. Honestly and purely beautiful.

It was only the beginning, but as my lips met hers and we got lost in a long, lazy kiss, I knew I'd finally gotten it right.