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“What does it look like I’m doing, siren?” I question her. Her ass is at the edge of the bed, my cock notched at her entrance, ready to ram so deep inside her that she comes the second I’m all the way inside.
“I’m not going to be able to come again, Mace. Two times is a lot.” I move one of her feet to my shoulder, opening her wider for me. Tyra gets the memo and does the same to my other shoulder.
“We’ll see about that, shall we?” I question. My lips brush her ankle, kissing it while my hands move to the tops of her thighs, getting us both in position. Tyra doesn’t have the chance to respond. One powerful thrust forward has me all the way inside her. I hold myself still, feeling the flutter around me, worried that if she moves an inch, I’ll be coming, and I have yet to make good on my promise.
“Holy fuck, move. You have to move, Mace.” Her hands go to mine, squeezing my fingers with her own. Still, I stay unmoving. It’s been longer than a Goddamn year since I’ve been in the woman lying beneath me. Tyra’s beauty undoes me—hair a matted mess, mascara darkening under her eyes, and the gloss lipstick she was wearing has been kissed away, giving off a bee-stung lip look.
“If I move, you won’t get that third orgasm I’m after, and it’d be damn selfish of me to get off without you.” She chooses that moment to tighten around me. Fucking Kegels. She read about it once in a magazine, and that’s all she needed, using them on me when she’s tired of waiting, much like she is now.
“If you don’t move, I’m going to come no matter what.” She takes one hand off mine, sliding it until two fingers surround the outside of my cock, using her palm to work her clit.
“Fuck. Fine, you asked for it.” I pull out only to slam inside her again, my body moving frantically. Tyra tries to lift up every time I slide out, but the shake of my head tells her to stop. I need to be the one moving since she took matters into her own hand, literally. I watch as her eyes close, hating that I’m no longer looking into the heart of her soul. “Eyes, siren. I want your eyes on me when I come inside you.”
“Mace.” Tyra’s eyes open, tits heaving with every deep thrust of my cock, hitting so deep inside her that she’ll be unable to hold back.
“You like that, siren, my cum inside you, you not being on birth control?” I grunt. Her pussy clasps so tightly around my cock that I know not much more, and holding back will be a thing of the past.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she chants. Wetness soaks me. She comes, but it’s a completely different type of cum, soaking me, my stomach, her legs, and I’m sure the comforter beneath me. One thing holds true, though: Tyra never takes her green eyes off me, eyes that are like the leaves turning on a tree right before summer turns to fall. The entire time, she does as I ask. Not even when my balls draw up tight or my cum blasts her hot, wet, tight depths do our eyes leave one another, and I know she’ll have my fingerprints marked on her thighs, much like the cum I fuck inside her will leave a mark as well.
“Siren.” Her name comes out breathless. I’m thankful for this moment, knowing I’ll do whatever I have to in order to have this over and over again. I move her legs until she wraps them around me, then drop over her satiated body. Making sure not to give her too much of my weight while wanting our skin touching, I land on my forearms, lips meeting hers. Without a word, Tyra’s hand goes into my hair, and I kiss her like I’m taking my last breath of air. No words need to be spoken. Right now, here, in the present, we’re the only two who matter.
THIRTEEN
Tyra
My whole body is sore,deliciously sore at that. Mace rode me hard and put me up wet, literally. I’m surrounded by the memories of the three times he took me throughout the night, his smokey, woodsy smell mixed with my own floral scent, along with our loving-making. It’s like so many memories before our life came to a complete standstill, him still full of stamina, a cock that is continuously rock hard with even the barest touch of my body against his, and the love that is shown in his eyes each and every time he looks at me. Shit, I can still feel the remnants of what was left behind from the last time he took me, Mace making sure every drop of his cum that slid out of me was pushed back in with his fingers, making me come again at a moment’s notice.
The way he asked me when I had my last period, how he told me we’re in the clear right now when it comes to a pregnancy, but we may not be lucky next time. Going as far to say if I didn’t want another kid running around, it was up to me to get on birth control because condoms were not an option in his eyes. I rolled my eyes until he pressed on my lower abdomen, sliding in and out at a leisurely pace. The significance of where he left his hand told me all I needed to know. He was dead serious. And I shouldn’t be thinking about that. There’s no way Mace and I are in a place right now where another child should be the topic of conversation.
I settle back in the pillows, trying to contain my smile. This could be it, Mace being up front and honest, putting his money where his mouth is. It’s the sincerest he’s been thus far. The only thoughts that have my stomach sinking like a lead weight is where Mace could be, because he’s certainly not in the bed beside me or in the shower; I’d have heard that. I stretch, feeling my tight muscles tense when I do. The bedding drops to my waist, breasts out in the cool air making me shiver with the air conditioning blasting across my body, along with the ceiling fan. My eyes look for something to slip on seeing how my dress isn’t going to cut it. I only find Mace’s dress shirt that’s on the ground, and as awesome as that shirt will feel against my bare skin, I’m thinking a shower and comfort is more my speed. My nipples are tender, my neck much the same, and between my legs, yeah, let’s just say if a warm bath were drawn for me, that’s where I’d be.
“Mace, are you here?” I call out to the open doorway after finally peeling myself out of bed, standing naked because why put something on only to take it off? And maybe, just maybe, I can convince Mace to take a warm shower with me.
“Siren, why aren’t you still in bed?” The man who’s turned my insides into liquids walks around the corner, jeans on and unbuttoned at the top, hair a mess from my hands, and imagine my surprise when I see the massive hickeys I’ve planted on both sides of his neck.
“Holy shit, did I do that?” I point to his naked chest. A smile tips his lips. Mace gives zero fucks that I’ve practically bruised his skin. And how the hell is he going to hide them? I mean, he’s got a business to run come Monday. That’s going to be hard to explain to his new employees and business partners. Knowing Mace, he’ll ignore the looks or say something cocky like, ‘Sorry, my ex-wife was a hellcat this weekend.’ That would be just my luck, too.
“Yeah, Tyra, you did. Gave you a matching set, too.” He ambles closer, my body already reacting to his. Of course, being naked around Mace always does that to me.
“Shit, please tell me I can at least hide mine?” I respond. His hands grasp my hips, pulling me close to him until our mouths are a breath apart.
“I have no idea if you can or can’t. It wouldn’t bother me at all if you couldn’t. One day soon, my ring will be back on your finger, and I won’t have to leave a mark on your neck to let those other pricks know you’re taken. Now, I know you’re sore.” I look at him, about to say something to negate that fact, but Mace seems to know my body better than I do, Mr. Know-It-All. “Siren, the way you gingerly walked out of the room gave me all the information I needed. The plus side of this apartment is the big soaker tub.” He is speaking my language now.
“Alright, fine, I concede, but I can’t stay too long. I promised Von we’d have a day at the park together, and I still have to clean my place, plus grocery shop.” I’m really rethinking this whole being an adult thing today.
“How about I take a bath with you? Then I’ll go get your car while you clean up your place. Send me your grocery list. I’ll grab what you need while I’m out.” This is the Mace I remember. A dynamic duo with being a team, Mace and Tyra against the world. God, I would give anything for us to get back there. Maybe taking his hand today, allowing him to help me, isn’t a bad thing. “I promise I’m going to prove to you I’m in this for the long haul. Let me help you, siren.” He licks his lips. A chain reaction occurs, starting with my nipples and settling in my core.
“Okay, but bath first.” He seals the deal by placing his lips on mine, lifting me up by my waist until I wrap my legs around him, then he’s marching us back into his bedroom, and I already know Mace is about to get creative, much like he did last night.
FOURTEEN
Mace
It took longerfor me to leave this morning than expected, partially because the woman who’s always been my siren didn’t use the bath to soak her tired and unused muscles. A fact that has a smile permanently etched across my face as the hired car takes me to Tyra’s car, her spare key still on my own, much like mine is on hers. Some things we just didn’t seem to take care of. She never asked, and I didn’t bother. In the back of my mind, I always knew we’d end up back together. Didn’t think it would take this long to make things right or for me to pull my head out of my own ass. Now that everything is set in motion, it was worth the wait; I had a fuck ton of realizations that needed to take hold before I crawled back to her. This week may have made it happen sooner, what with the law firm pulling their shit and then my own mother setting her up on a blind date. It spurred me into action even more, pushing my plans up further. I was hoping to have my own law firm up and running. That didn’t happen, and now I’m fully fucking aware that it’s going to take man hours, lots of them, potentially making it another damn downfall.
“Thanks, man,” I tell the driver once he’s parked near the entrance of the parking garage. My mind still is lost in the moments of this morning, how Tyra sat between my spread legs, back to my front, knowing she felt my hard cock between us, attempting to ignore it.
“No problem. Have a nice day,” he replies as I step out of his car. This brings back a shit ton of memories, except I’d be leaving a sleeping Tyra instead of one who was freshly fucked, still wet from the bathtub, her fingers being the culprit of the last time my cock slid inside her. Tyra’s whole body moved. I knew it was coming. I tried to withhold from taking her again because, truth be told, I wasn’t sure when we’d have a spare moment again. The details of how this is going to work still need to be hammered out. I know she’ll have rules, and since I’m the one to blame, I’ll take those into consideration, unless it’s something ridiculous like not seeing her until Von is at one of his grandparents’ houses. No fucking way is that going to fly. The last time, she rode me, sinking down my length, my mouth sucking on her nipples, one at a time, thumb gliding along her clit, wishing I had more room to work, to lay her out on the bed, watching my length slide in and out of her wetness, knowing that the timing may be all fucking wrong but praying just the same that my cum takes hold and we create another child. A pipe dream is what it is, along with being a dick. For all intents and purposes, Tyra’s a single mom, and adding another child to the mix is screwed up. That doesn’t stop the thought from taking hold. I told her before I left she was more than welcome to make herself at home, to relax, nap, do whatever the hell she wanted. I knew she wouldn’t, though, not with the promise of her picking Von up after her errands were done. It fucking sucked that I could do something to help her out, hire a cleaning service, use a grocery delivery program, or pick Von up for her, and I almost suggested it, but I knew she’d say no. I’d risk losing Tyra again before I had her. So, for her to take the offer of me picking up her car from the parking garage on the south side of the strip and to do some grocery shopping, I was surprised. I also wasn’t messing this up either.
