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“God, Miri, you feel so much fuckin’ better than I ever imagined.” I held on to her hips and our mouths crashed together in a greedy, sloppy mess as I withdrew to the tip and slammed forward. Miri’s body shook from the force. I tightened my grip to keep the harsh pounding from driving her back on the countertop. If I wasn’t careful she could hit her head on the upper cabinets.
Miri shouted her pleasure into my mouth and a primitive growl tore from my throat as I repeated the action, pulling back and ramming into her, brutally and wholly claiming her as mine. My fingertips dug into her hips hard enough to bruise, and I struggled to hold her still as I thrust into her over and over while she writhed and thrashed on my cock. Skin slapped against skin, the sounds echoing off the cement walls of the enormous garage. The scent of engine grease, gasoline, sex, and Miri filled my nostrils, an intoxicating blend that had my mind spinning. I thought I loved my garage before, but after this, I’d probably sprout wood and have to jerk off every time I entered the building.
“Jag…” Miri’s voice cracked, each of her breaths coming faster than the one before. Small fingers clutched my shoulders and hung on tight and her eyes squeezed shut. Miri falling apart was a sight I would never forget. Pieces of my heart began beating again, flickering back to life after years of black nothingness.
Driven by these new emotions, I bent my knees slightly and hooked Miri’s legs over my arms, changing the angle as I pistoned into her, never slowing my unforgiving pace. For some reason I needed her to come, to scream my name and admit she was mine. Miri gasped loudly and her head fell back and I knew she was almost there. A familiar tingle began at the base of my spine. Her pussy was so goddamn perfect. The tingle turned to sparks, which quickly grew into a blazing fire of ecstasy. Heat shot into my balls, pulling the loose sac tight as Miri cried out and began to convulse.
With a roar, I shot my load and her pussy spasmed, fisting my cock so tight it was nearly painful. Cursing, I pumped spurt after spurt of my release into the condom. On my final thrust, Miri’s pussy clenched so hard around my dick I shouted her name as the pressure tore one final mind-blowing burst of cum from my sensitive balls. I howled in ecstasy and sank my teeth into her shoulder, biting the soft flesh as the most un-fucking-believable orgasm of my life blew my damn head off, leaving me shaking through the aftershocks.
“Holy fuck,” I panted, sweat dripping from my brow.
Miri leaned back on her elbows, her only response a weak moan. I stepped away and my spent cock slipped out of her warmth. Before tending to Miri, I grabbed a paper towel and pulled off the condom. Hobbled by my jeans, I tugged them up to my waist and zipped the fly but left the button undone.
I got a good look at Miri and laughed, raking my hands through my sweaty hair. ?
??You’re wrecked, doll.” She was slumped against the upper cabinets, legs wide apart, that gorgeous, well-fucked pussy on full display.
Eyes closed, body limp and sated, it was clear Miri wasn’t moving anytime soon without help. There was no fucking way I would take the chance that Frank or anyone else would walk in and see her all fucked out like this. The thought sent a burst of rage though me. I’d kill someone.
Amused, I plucked her pants off the floor and put her feet in one at a time. Still half out of it, I helped Miri stand and worked her jeans up over her hips, zipping and buttoning the fly. Next, I tugged her tank top over her head and once she was somewhat presentable, I pressed a quick kiss to her swollen lips.
When Miri didn’t respond with more than a slow blink, I studied her face closely, looking for any signs of regret or that I possibly hurt her. “Are you okay?”
Miri tilted her chin up and a lazy grin spread across her beautiful, sexed-out face. “I’m fantastic. When can we do that again?”
I grinned right back, determined to put that look on her face again as often as possible. “Soon, doll. Real soon.”
* * *
“The man I spoke with said El Cuchillo is willing to meet with you, Boss. Only you. Said you can bring one guy, he would bring one guy. No weapons allowed. He wants to meet at a neutral location.”
I paced my study and let Milo’s words sink in, my mind quickly flipping through the different options.
“When?”
“He said you could pick the day and Cuchillo would be there. Gotta say, I don’t like it, Boss. That fucker has something up his sleeve, I know it.”
I stopped pacing to pick a piece of lint off my sleeve, frowning at it before glancing over at my lieutenant. Milo was standing across the room. Just like me, he was too tense to sit. Milo’s expression was tight and his posture rigid. Probably because the last time he was here I put a knife to his neck. That or he was seriously worried about that prick El Cuchillo stabbing us in the back, literally and figuratively.
I understood Milo’s hesitance over this meeting, but it needed to happen. I refused to blindly enter a war without at least attempting a discussion or trying to find out what the sneaky prick was planning.
“Tell his man we can meet at the Terrace Club tonight at nine. I want to do this right away. Not give them any time to cross us or plan an ambush. The club will be crowded and the layout will make it difficult for him to surprise us or hide anywhere, plus we know the owner. The parking lot is well lit and there’s a valet stand at the front door. Cuchillo won’t pull anything in such a public place. He’s an impulsive bastard and a power-hungry asshole, but he’s not stupid and shouldn’t be underestimated.”
“I’ll set it up, Boss. If it’s what you think is best.”
“I do.” I cut off any objection Milo might have before he could voice it. I was damn sick and tired of Milo forgetting his place in my organization and didn’t want to have a repeat of the other day to refresh his memory. Enough blood had been shed and with a possible war looming, more was sure to spill before it ended.
I rubbed my forehead and stared out the back window. It was almost dusk, the lush gardens nothing more than dark, fluttering shadows in the fading light.
Jesus. Fucking fluttering shadows?
Miri was making me soft. Before she came along, I would have already taken Milo out without giving it a second thought. His constant insubordination, challenging everything I said and every order I gave, was inexcusable. And there was no way I would be staring at some fucking flowers with a stupid fucking smile on my face. I would be surrounded by my men, plotting the best way to eliminate my neighbors in San Antonio.
When I realized Milo had moved and was standing behind me, I turned and shot him glare, one eyebrow lifted. I was determined to prove I wasn’t weak. If that meant going back to being the ruthless Boss I’d been before Miri showed up in my life, then so be it. Miri or not, that side of me was never far away.
“Why the fuck are you just standing there, Milo? Get the hell out and go set up the fucking meeting.”
Milo bristled, but left the study without argument. Thank fuck. Maybe he was done with all his rebellious bullshit. He was the best man in my organization by far, and the most cold-blooded motherfucker I’d ever met. Milo would be critical to winning any war that might start between my regime and Los Guerreros. Besides, it would be a pain in the ass to replace him with someone of equal skill this late in the game. If we did go to war, I decided I would get rid of Milo when it was done. He’d stepped across one too many lines and had to go.
