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“Thanks, Pres.”
Hurricane gently squeezes my arm as we pass. “Proud of you, Maxxy. Rest now.”
I nod as Hoodoo walks me out of the bathroom, his eyes watching me as I stare up at him. He shakes his head. “I told you to stay away from the fight, baby.”
Sniffing, I cling to him. “Can you just take me home?”
He leans in, pressing his lips to mine. “Not only am I taking you home, you’re never leaving my fucking sight again,” he says firmly.
He might be overprotective right now, but I will take it because his arms feel like the safest place on Earth, and I don’t ever want to leave them.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
Hoodoo
Maxxy, in her element like that, knowing she unleashed her inner demons on Selene, was so fucking electrifying, I can’t even explain it. I don’t think I have ever been so turned on and terrified at the same time.
But the fact is, she is covered in blood, and I need to get her cleaned up.
So we make our way to my room, and I lead her inside. She’s quiet like she is running through what just happened in her mind as I close the door behind us. “You okay?”
She swallows hard. “I just killed her… I just killed Selene.”
I pull her to me, bringing my hands to her face and forcing her to look right at me. “Yeah, you did, and you had no choice. You had to. She deserved it.”
She nods. “Do you think Trap will come after us?”
I roll my shoulders. “Maybe, but we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it. For now, let’s just remove these clothes and get you into a hot shower, okay?”
Maxxy takes my hand and leads me toward the bathroom, saying nothing in response. But I follow her anyway. She walks me into the bathroom, spins me, then her hands slide up, and she slowly takes off my club cut. I smile as she grabs it, stopping it from falling, and places it neatly on the hamper.
I lean in and grab her bloodstained tank by the hem, lifting it over her head. She grimaces as her shoulder grinds with the movement, but I take it off as quickly as I can. Then I slide my hands up her back and unhook her bra. The entire time we undress each other, neither of us says a word.
The moment between us is intimate and calming as she moves to my shirt, lifting it over my head and letting it fall to the floor. We both move to our respective jeans, unbuckling and stepping out of them and our boots. Then I step in, edging her black panties from her body.
“Hoodoo, make love to me,” she says, completely out of character for her.
My hand cups her cheek as I look into her eyes. “You sure that’s what you want right now?”
“I-I don’t want it hard. I need to feel something else. I just watched Omen die for me… right in front of me. I held him in my arms as he took his final breath. I killed Selene, and so many others died all because of me. I just need to feel your love. I want you to make love to me.”
My hands slide down to her ass, and I smile at her. “Okay, whatever you need, baby.”
My girl is crashing with the day’s events, so I understand her not wanting things rough and hard. I would happily shower with her, hold her in bed for the night, and lavish her with kisses. But I also know what she needs—she’s told me.
She might need me to make love to her, but I also know she doesn’t want to be in control of anything right now.
Lifting her, I place her against the cool counter, the shock of cold causing her to jolt with a slight squeal. I drag her hips forward, stepping between her legs and capturing her mouth.
As my tongue glides against hers, I gently hold her face in my hands, sliding my thumbs along her cheeks, the blood from the deep cut on her face slickening with each pass. While I will need to look at it later, I know it isn’t serious and can wait.
I hate that she was hurt once more, but she’s safe now, and the threat to her is dead. She was right that I couldn’t keep her out of the fight. No one could have stopped me if the role had been reversed. I just wish I could have been the one to take Selene out myself.
Pulling back, Maxxy flutters her eyes open. “Kitten, eyes on me, okay? You with me?”
I’m rewarded with a soft smile that reaches her eyes. “I’m with you, Hoodoo.”
Not bothering to clean my hand, I stroke my cock, her blood streaking along my shaft. A growl rumbles in my chest, the visual a reminder that she’s alive and here with me.
