“Whereabouts, Inglorious? We need to find Myles,” Lucas stated. “He’s dangerous.”
“There was no sign of Myles, and Lars was unaware how far he’d run. He could have come from any direction,” Inglorious said.
“Why are you being so vague? Where’s Magic?” Lucas demanded, and Inglorious shrugged.
“Hell, if I know? You lost him?” Inglorious asked disingenuously.
Lucas leaned forward. “You forget I’m on your side. I stood beside you during the war. Some bonds precede a job.”
With that, Lucas walked away. Inglorious shook his head. “Let’s get you both inside. Venom’s calling the allies off.”
“I need to know what happened,” I said, wiping away tears.
“I’m sure Lars will tell you. Come on, Jody. We’ll stay until Magic returns.”
Suddenly certain, I held Inglorious gaze. “Magic’s going to be a while.”
“Yeah, he is.” Inglorious nodded, and I tipped my head in acknowledgement of the unspoken words. Magic had found Myles. I didn’t need to know anything else.
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The kids were in bed when Magic came home. He didn’t look tired, but he appeared unsure of his welcome. I took Magic’s hand and noticed his knuckles were bruised. Gently, I kissed each graze and led him upstairs. Magic seemed hesitant as I pulled him into my bedroom and kicked the door shut.
“Strip,” I ordered, and his eyes widened.
“Jody…”
“Do as you’re told. You might have DNA on you, get undressed,” I repeated. Magic did slowly until he stood in front of me naked. As usual, he was commando. No confining my man.
“Get in the shower,” I whispered, my throat tightening. Magic was older now; his muscles not as sharply defined as when he was twenty-eight, but they were still present. Magic’s cock hungheavy against his thigh, awakening under my gaze. His thighs remained thickly corded, and his chest held a scattering of hair. Magic walked away, and I watched his ass flex and licked my lips.
Instead of following him, I emptied his pockets and took his clothes, cut included, and threw them all in the washing machine. People believed you couldn’t wash leather; they were wrong. I wouldn’t recommend long-term washing, but a one-off didn’t hurt. Once done, I skipped back upstairs and into my bedroom. The shower was still going, and I stripped in a hurry. I caught sight of myself in the mirror and paused.
My thighs were thicker; my breasts were perky, but hung slightly lower. My stomach wasn’t flat by a long shot, but craning my neck, I decided my ass looked great. Naked, I walked across the bedroom to my bathroom and entered.
Magic had his back to me, washing. His hair was longer, wet, and curled past his nape. I didn’t hesitate, but opened the shower door and stepped in. Thank God the cubicle was large, as Magic filled a good portion of it.
I slipped my arms around his stomach and took the shower gel from him. I squirted some into my hands and began rubbing it over his back in slow circles. There were numerous scars, and I traced each one carefully. Magic stilled as he allowed me to wash him. I worked my way lower, moving down to his butt, caressing it and cupping his globes. Without a doubt, his cock would be hard if he turned.
I kept going down one leg, noting a particularly long scar, and then up the other. Magic let me before I tapped his ass for him to turn around. When he did, I was eye-level with his cock bobbing in front of me. Magic braced himself, placing his hands on the walls as I continued washing him without a word.
“Jody,” he whispered.
“Shhh,” I replied as I worked my way up. It took two hands to clean his cock, and it was certainly reacting to me. I moved up his stomach, which showed Magic loved to eat, even though it was muscled. Gently, I traced a nine-inch scar from what had to be a knife wound before standing on tiptoes to reach his upper chest.
Magic had more scars than I remembered, and I wanted the story of each. Slowly, I began kissing each one, an acknowledgement that he’d suffered. Magic hauled me up against him and claimed my mouth. There was nothing gentle about this; it was rough and claiming, and my pussy spasmed in return. His cock pushed into my stomach as he kept kissing me until I was senseless.
“Magic,” I whispered.
“Say you’re mine,” he ordered softly.
“Yes.”
I didn’t have to say anything else. Magic sought my lips again, and I felt triumph running through him. His hands found my ass, and he lifted me against the wall. With one muscled arm holding me in place, Magic positioned himself and then lowered me onto him. Vulcan had been a big man, but Magic was slightly bigger. His cock stretched me as I mewed and clenched around him.
“Easy, baby,” Magic murmured as he seated himself fully. There was a sharp twinge of pain, but my body knew what it wanted. I moved against him, my clit demanding friction. Magic pulled out and slammed into me. The force drove me back against the wall as Magic braced himself with one hand.
I remembered this—how great wall sex was. Our bodies slapped together, urgency rising between us. I clung to Magic, needing to be dominated, and he was only too happy to oblige. His huge body covered mine, and his cock drilled into me. Magic controlled my pleasure; he was my master, and I loved him. Ibit his shoulder, causing him to roar, and he sank his teeth into mine. The shivers of pain raced through me, making me spasm around his cock.
