A low growl escapes his chest, and he picks me up, and seconds later, his mouth is on mine. He boosts me up, and I wrap my legs around his waist and wind my arms around his neck. His tongue pushes past my lips, and I taste his addictive cherry smoke flavor. I breathe him, wanting to grind my pussy on the hard ridge of his dick. We kiss him like I haven’t seen him in days. He grips me under my long black skirt before tearing his mouth away. “Countess, are you wearing underwear?”
He grips my ass, and his obsidian eyes glitter. I whisper into his mouth, “Why would I wear underwear when you were on your way home?”
“Fuck’s sake. Now I’m going to be hard for the rest of the night.”
“Serves you right for being late to your own art show.” He smirks, and I smile down into his face, kissing him again. “Take me upstairs.”
“I thought you didn’t want me to miss my art show.”
“I don’t give a fuck about it. I haven’t seen you in days and phone sex didn’t cut it.”
“Has my lady missed getting fucked?”
“Yes, my lord.” I giggle when he slaps my ass.
“Jesus! Will you two get a room?”
I turn around and watch Jace walk toward us, holding my almost 1-year-old niece in his arms. I can’t believe how big she’s gotten already. “We were trying before you came by.” I raise an eyebrow as he glares at Stone. It has taken Jace some time to get used to Stone and my relationship. He was so angry after I came home, bruised and battered from my time with El Jefe, that I didn’t think he and Stone would ever speak again, but days after I showed up at Stone’s cabin, he left to meet up with Jace. When he returned, his lip was puffy, his eye was swollen, and his cheek was starting to develop a bruise. I asked him if Jace forgave him.
Stone held me and cupped my face, kissing me with his bloody lip. “I won’t ever apologize to your brother for loving you. That was written across the universe the moment I met you, but I gave my penance in the only way I could.”
“How?”
“My blood and pain for yours.”
I hold those words close now and kiss his rough cheek.
Jace rocks his daughter, grinning at her as she babbles. He and Sophia are getting married next month in Puerto Rico, and he’s so cute telling everyone who will listen that he’s going to be a husband in thirty days.
Sophia trails behind, looking sick to her stomach. She revealed last week that she’s pregnant with their second child. Jace is ecstatic, but Sophia has been complaining about mybrother for the past two days, as she’s experiencing terrible morning sickness.
“Leave them alone, Jace. Let them enjoy themselves. Oh God.” She covers her mouth with her hand and runs back inside.
Jace winces. “She hates my guts. She’s going to make me sleep on the couch tonight.” He sighs.
“You’re used to that. You two barking at each other is what you do best.”
“We think it’s a boy based on how sick she is. Valentina didn’t make her this sick.” Jace cuddles his babbling daughter.
Stone starts kissing my neck, whispering in my ear, “I thought we were going upstairs.” He bites my skin, tugging at it until it starts to hurt, and I shiver, enjoying the hint of pain. More delicious pain will come later, and I can’t wait.
Jace frowns when he looks at us. “Stone, please don’t tongue my sister down in front of me on a public street.”
Stone doesn’t stop, and Jace grumbles before turning away to head back inside, resting Valentina over his shoulders. Stone goes back to kissing me.
“You’re still tonguing me down on a public street.” I whine when he sucks my skin hard enough that I know I’ll have a hickey tomorrow.
“Your brother doesn’t tell me what to do with my woman, Countess. I want you. You can let me fuck you upstairs, but I can’t promise to be quiet, or you can come with me to the cabin.”
He slides me down his body, and I sway a little. “You can’t be quiet?”
“No. Not after I haven’t been inside you for days.”
As much as a quick fuck sounds good. Stone’s right, I don’t want something fast. I want the long fucks I’ve grown used to. The hours of him fucking every part of my body, edging me until I’m begging for release. I want that. “The cabin.”
He heads to his bike and detaches his extra helmet.
I walk to him, hold up my long skirt, and tuck it between my legs as I take the helmet from him. Stone’s eyes travel down to my black combat boots. The muscle in his jaw tics, and I can see the hunger on his face.
