I move over him and lift my t-shirt over my head, my jealousy long forgotten. All I want is to feel Abel skin to skin. Rubbing my fingers over his chest, tears spring to my eyes. He has new ink. My name is scrawled on his chest. “What’s this?”
“Thought it was time I made shit official. I put your name on me because you’re my world.” I crash my mouth down on his, breathing in his taste and savoring it. Nothing could ever be better than this. Better than us…
If I were to go right now, I’d die happy tonight being loved by this man of mine. The only thing I fear is losing him. Not loving him enough but I do. I love him so much I feel him deep in my bones. He’s my moon and stars and all I see every night when I close my eyes.
Reaching between us I grab his cock and squeeze. “You ever go near another woman…I’ll cut this off.”
Abel grins at me. “My baby has claws. She has fire. She burns for me. I promise you this. I’d rather cut my dick off myself than betray you like that.” He raises up, wrapping his strong tattooed arms around me. “I’m going to lay you down. I’m not going to fuck you. I’m going to take you soft and slow and make love to you.”
His hand wraps around my throat and squeezes as I grind over his rock-hard erection.
“You ever look at another man and I’ll choke every last breath out of you.”
Arousal coats my inner thighs. I’m soaked.
“Bet that pussy is so wet I could just slide right in, huh?” he nips at my bottom lip and rubs a thumb over my clit.
I gasp when he shoves me back.
“Lay back and give your man what he wants. Open those legs for me.” My head goes to the foot of the bed, and I fall to pieces under his touch. My man looms over me gripping his cock ready to please me but he wasn’t lying when he promised me slow. As though he has all the time in the world Abel grips his cock and rubs the head back and forth through my slick heat and juices. His gaze burns into me. Those blue velvet eyes drowning me with their love and devotion they hold.
Bowing my back, I arch my hips, begging him to sink inside me.
Smirking at me he brings his mouth down to
mine and kisses me. I part my lips and my thighs further as he inches inside me. Tongue in my mouth and cock in my pussy. As promised, he rocks into me softly…slowly…with tender kisses and gentle touches…my king worships his queen.
Chapter 12
Axel
Somewhere, Kentucky
“What the fuck do you want?”
My little brother smiles at me through the glass. “Maybe I missed your sorry mug.”
“Cut the shit. We both know you’ve been living it up, enjoying playing king of the kingdom. Thanks for getting the Colombians on my ass. You trying to piss everyone off?”
“That fucker tried to poison me. He had it coming.”
“Why are you here?”
“I came across some information…you could go free sooner than you think.”
“And you’re what just going to hand me my freedom so I can come home and take my place but not where I should be, right? You want me under your boot or somewhere else?”
Abel runs a hand over his head and cups the back of his neck. My little brother has grown into quite the man. “You’re right, I’m not stepping down for you. No fucking way. I’ve been working my ass off and holding my territory.”
“Careful what you say, brother. There are eyes and ears everywhere here.”
“I came here to make you a deal.”
I laugh. “What’s that?”
“Ainsley, we’re happy. She’s pregnant. It’s mine. I have the test to prove it, but that’s not important. If I get you out…I want you to leave her alone. Don’t come to Texas. I’m looking into expanding. You could start over in Cali or Nevada. Build your own empire.”
“Just don’t try to steal yours.”