Low Sided A.J. Downey (ebook reader macos TXT) 📖

“You think about seeing your friends when we get back home?” he asked a time later as we cuddled in the cooling bath. Neither one of us quite ready to get out.

“I’m not sure they would want to see me,” I said a bit of sadness creeping in.

“Oh, baby, I don’t think that’s true,” he said.

“Maybe,” I hedged. “Would you go with me?”

“Absolutely, if you want me to.”

I nodded against his chest and he tightened his arms around me, I squeezed his fingers, interlaced with mine, the palms of his hands resting along the backs of mine.

He felt so good. I would never get tired of this.

“I don’t know how to do it,” I said.

“Do what?” he asked.

“Merge my old life with my new one. It seems like an almost impossible task.”

“I don’t want to take you away from anything, babe. That’s not me, that’s not healthy,” he said.

“No, I know… I don’t know, I guess I just feel like I’ve grown, I’ve changed, and that life it just doesn’t suit me anymore, but that doesn’t have to do anything with you, or the club.” Which was true, it didn’t.

It had everything to do with things being post Max… it wasn’t that I couldn’t go back, I just… I didn’t feel like I needed to. I didn’t know if I wanted to.

“Nothing has to be decided right now, baby. Give it as long as you like. I’ll be there for you, whatever you decide.”

I smiled at that and pushed back slightly, so happy it was crazy. I believed him. I believed wholeheartedly everything that he said.

I tipped my head up and back and he smiled before claiming my lips with his once again.

33

Mace…

Once out of the bath, her nude form was like a siren’s call I couldn’t resist. I gathered her up, laughing, shrieking in joy, and carried her to the bed and threw her on it. I followed her onto the sheets, and wedged my hips between her thighs, spreading her legs, my cock sliding up and down her slick, wet, pussy lips.

“Fuck I want to be inside of you,” I growled, and she gasped as I put my lips against the sweet spot on the side of her neck and both breathed her in and tasted her, teasing the erogenous zone with my lips and tongue, nipping at her shoulder lightly to give it a slight rest before attacking it all over again.

She twined her arms around me, her body rising and falling as she writhed beneath me – like she couldn’t get enough skin-on-skin contact and I knew the feeling. It was never enough. Sometimes, even being balls deep inside her didn’t feel like quite enough.

She was so fucking beautiful laid out beneath me. I smoothed my hands over her stomach, up her body, over her beautiful tits, sweeping my fingertips out along her collar bones and over her shoulders, over the colorful ink under her skin and down to her hands where I locked my fingers with hers. I rode her, worshiped at the altar that was my beautiful girl on my knees, sliding my cock’s shaft up and down her velvet pussy lips, edging myself, edging her.

I would say we were dry humping like teenagers, but fuck – there wasn’t anything dry about her hungry little pussy. It was getting harder and harder not to slip inside her by accident. When I finally penetrated her, I wanted it to be intentional. I wanted to drown in the storm-swept sea of her eyes as I sank into her slowly, inch by fucking inch until there wasn’t any going further. Until we were one fucking person, and I touched my lady soul fucking deep.

“Mace, please…” she begged, voice high and breathy with need and desire and who was I to deny her anything?

I stopped fucking around and drew my hips just a little further back, the head of my dick finding purchase and parting the entrance to her sweet pussy. I held back, sinking in slowly, relishing the red rush to her chest, watching that blush climb into her cheeks as her eyes slipped shut and she relished in the feeling of my body in hers.

I couldn’t close my eyes if I wanted to, the sight of her spread beneath me, arching for me, her lean body rising up in offering to me – there wasn’t another sight like it that could stir me as deeply.

“Fuck, baby, yes,” I praised. “So fucking beautiful, so fucking hot.”

She bit her bottom lip and looked at me, eyes heavy lidded with desire and it was everything in me not to explode inside her right then and there.

I rolled my hips, and she cried out, head falling back as she surrendered to my ministrations so sweetly.

I would die for her, I had killed for her, and I would do it again in a heartbeat. I would love her, knight for her, be a monster for her, anything for her. Whatever she needed, because damn if she wasn’t everything I needed.

A princess, a saint, an angel, a goddess, just everything one woman could be and more… she healed parts of me that I didn’t even fucking know were broken. She accepted all of me, forgave me, and I would do whatever it took from here until the day I died.

I picked up my pace, giving her the short little thrusts that I knew drove her right up to the edge of that silver abyss. I kept her there too, for as long as possible, gritting my teeth as it took me right up to that razor’s edge. So hot, so wet, her pussy velvet where it gripped me tight and tighter still.

“Oh, God, Mace…”

“That’s it, baby. That’s it,” I praised.

She threw her head back and arched, crying out, her body drawing taut like a bowstring and I waited, she was close, she was so close, her pussy gripping so tight it became hard to thrust. I kept