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“Gotta be quiet, baby. Your mom said she heard you cryin’ through the walls, which means she’ll hear if you’re too loud.” I shift and pull down my boxers, feeling her wet heat against my abs as I do, and then whip her shirt off over her head.
“I don’t know if I can be quiet,” she whimpers the truth as I adjust her again and fill her with one stroke. Wrapping my arms around her waist, I hold her in place, drop my forehead to her chest, and grit my teeth to keep from coming. No matter how many fucking times I get inside her, nothing can prepare me for it.
Her hands move to my shoulders and her hips rock forward ever so slightly.
“Fuck,” I hiss as I tilt my head back, smooth my hand up her back and into her hair, and pull her mouth down to mine. I then use my grip on her waist to rock her against me as I swallow down her moans. Her hands wrap tighter around my shoulders and her nails dig into my skin as her rhythm picks up. Lifting her, I get to my knees then put her on her back. “I want to fuck you,” I whisper against her mouth, keeping my pace slow, knowing I can’t do what I want to do. Maggie’s parents are somewhere in the house along with her sister, and Maggie doesn’t know how to be quiet.
“Sven,” she whispers back as her walls contract. Covering her mouth with my hand, I dip my head and tug her nipple. Her walls contract again, this time pulling me deeper. Kissing the tip of her nipple one last time, I move to her other breast. As she moans against my palm, her legs lock around my waist and her hips buck as she comes. Lifting up, I cover her mouth once more with mine and groan down her throat as I come hard, planting myself deep, and pull my mouth from hers.
“I love you,” she says, sliding a hand up my back.
“Love you too, baby.” I kiss her softly then roll us and settle her against my side.
“We’re upside down,” she whispers then giggles, burying her face against my chest to cover her laughter. Smiling, I fix us both in the bed, settle her at my side, and drag the covers up over us.
“Tired?” I ask, feeling her smile against my chest before she answers softly.
“It’s been a long day.”
“We need to talk about one more thing before you go to sleep,” I tell her quietly, running my hand up her back again, wrapping my fingers around the back of her neck.
“That doesn’t sound good.”
“It’s not,” I agree, and her body tenses.
I smooth my hand down her back again. “Some shit’s been going down for awhile, shit that you don’t need to know the details of, but shit that has put me in the position of telling you about it, regardless.”
“Okay, now I’m freaked,” she mutters, pressing closer.
“Don’t freak, baby. Just listen and know that no matter what happens this shit won’t touch you,” I say softly then tell her the rest, filling her in on Kenton and what happened with him and his wife, Autumn, about Kai and his wife, Myla, and then I fill her in on Paulie and his now dead son, and what that means for me and her.
“Holy cow,” she whispers when I finish, and I fight it, but I can’t help it; I feel myself smile. I just told her that we are planning on taking out one of the biggest crime bosses in Vegas, and her response is ‘Holy cow.’
“You okay?”
“I don’t know that I would say. I’m okay, but I will say that no matter what happens, I’ll have your back.”
Shaking my head, I roll her to her back and loom over her. “You’re not going to be involved in this, Maggie. When the time comes, we’ll stay at Kai’s place. Myla and Autumn will be there as well. You girls will stay put and under radar, where you will be safe.”
“So I’m supposed to just let you do whatever it is you’re doing, while I sit at home.”
“Yep,” I agree, and even in the dark, I see her eyes narrow.
“Don’t get pissed, baby.”
“Too late,” she replies, and I laugh. “You’re not the boss—”
Covering her mouth with mine, I spread her legs with my knees and sink into her so hard that her breath leaves in a whoosh, and then I spend my time keeping her quiet.
“Holy crap.” Opening one eye then the other, my gaze focuses on a woman, and it takes a moment for me to realize where I am. Moving my eyes from the woman I know to be Maggie’s sister, Morgan, to Maggie, who is holding a cup of coffee in her hand close to her mouth, hiding the smile I can still see in her eyes, I blink.
“Hungry?” Maggie asks, and my eyes move over her and they heat.
“Okay, I’ll see you guys downstairs,” Morgan mutters, leaving the room quickly, and I sit up then lean back against the headboard.
“Come here.” I hold out my hand to Maggie, and she gets into the bed on her knees then scoots toward me. Taking the cup from her, I drop it on the side table then tug her forward. “Morning, baby.”
“Morning,” she whispers, studying my face for a moment, and then her cheeks go dark and her eyes drop to my mouth.
“What time did you wake up?” I question, noticing her hair is damp but not wet, so I know she showered a while ago.
“An hour ago.”
Running my hand up into the back of her hair, I tilt her head toward me then whisper, “You should’ve woke me.”
“You needed to sleep.”
“You still should’ve woke me up, rather than bringing your sister in here to stare at me.”
Pressing her lips together, I can tell she’s trying not to laugh, and her eyes move over my shoulder before she mumbles, “Mom was talking to her about you before I got downstairs and told her you look like a movie star, and Morgan wanted to see for herself and wouldn’t take no for an answer when I told her she couldn’t come into the room because you were sleeping.”
“She was in the room when I woke up,” I point out the obvious.
“Yeah, she made me mad, so I let her in to prove a point.”
“To prove a point,” I repeat, feeling my brows draw together.
“It’s not important,” she mumbles, trying to pull away, but I hold her in place.
“Kiss me then show me where the bathroom is.”
“Or what?” she asks, and I smirk at that, and her eyes drop to my mouth again before flaring. “Fine, but only because I want to,” she grumbles, kissing me briefly then pulling away.
Letting her go, I can see the confusion in her eyes, but I ignore it and move to sit on the side of the bed then stand, letting the sheet drop from my waist. Hiding my smile, I tilt my head to the side and prompt, “You see my boxers, baby?”
“Boxers?” she asks, licking her lips.
“My eyes are up here, Mags.”
“Your eyes,” she murmurs, and I laugh, wrapping my hand around the back of her neck, pulling her stumbling into me.
“House is awake, baby. Everyone’s up. I’m sure they’re waiting for you and me to get downstairs, so as much as I’d like to bend you over the bed and fuck you, I can’t—not right now anyway. When we get back home, that’s a different story.”
“Right,” she whispers, dropping her forehead to my chest. “Dad and Mom want to go with me to drop off Morgan.”
“Good, I’ll drive,” I tell her on a squeeze.
“I’ll drive,” she mutters into my skin.
“Only two people can fit in your car, baby. We’ll leave your car here and pick it up when we drop your parents home.”
“Fine.”
“Fine.” I smile then kiss the top of her head. “How are you feeling this morning?”
“Okay,” She shrugs then rubs her hands down her face. “I just want this part over with.”
“You’re doing everything you can, but in the end, it’s gonna be her choice if she gets better or not, and nothing you do will change that.”
“I know you’re right,” she whispers dropping her eyes from mine.
Using my fingers under her chin, I pull up. “You gonna be okay?”
“Yeah.”
“Yeah,” I agree, knowing she will be. “Show me the shower and I’ll meet you d
ownstairs when I’m done.”
“Okay,” she agrees, leaning up on her tiptoes and kissing my jaw before walking to the bed, nabbing my boxers from the mass of blankets, and tossing them at me. Grabbing her coffee from the side table, she opens the door to the room once I have my boxers on then heads down the hall and pushes open the door for the bathroom. Following her inside, I watch her grab a towel from the closet then a bar of some kind of soap from one of the shelves. “I’ll be downstairs.”
“I’ll be there shortly.”
Nodding, she runs her hand across my abs then disappears, closing the door behind her.
Once I’m showered, I head back to the room and open the door, surprised when I find Morgan sitting on the bed with her hands in her lap and her head bowed toward them.
“Morgan?” I question, and she jumps briefly then her eyes run up my chest and lock on mine. “Why are you in here?” I ask, trying to keep the annoyance I’m feeling out of my tone, and her eyes drop to her lap again as she speaks.
“I…I wanted to talk to you about Maggie.” Leaving the door open, I go to my pants and step into them then shrug on my shirt, waiting for her to say whatever the fuck it is she came to say.
“Talk,” I bark, and she jumps. “You were waiting in this room when I got out of the shower, Morgan, while your sister’s downstairs. I gotta say I’m a little pissed.”
“A little pissed?” she mutters like ‘Yeah, right.’
“Morgan,” I say, losing patience.
“Why are you with my sister?” she asks, looking up at me.
My fingers still on the buttons of my shirt and my eyes narrow. “Pardon?”
“It took me awhile to figure it out, but I know you,” she whispers the last part, and my nostrils flare. “Maggie wouldn’t know you, because she doesn’t go out much anymore, but I know you. Women talk, and they talk about you a lot.” She drags out the last word, taking me from pissed to furious. It also has nausea turning in my stomach, because she’s right.
“Not that I need to justify my relationship with Maggie to you, but I’m in love with her, have been for a long fucking time, and there hasn’t been anyone since the moment I met her,” I growl.
“Morgan?” Maggie calls, stepping into the room. “What are you doing in here?” she questions, looking between her sister and me.
“Just talking to Sven,” she answers while standing up from the bed and running her hands down the front of her shorts.
