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“We didn’t hear you come in,” Tiny murmurs, lets my hand go, and steps over to Chains. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, Bitsy,” he grunts, tilts down, kisses her briefly, and returns his attention back to us. “What’s going on here?”
Speed steps toward me and grips my chin as Nora releases my other hand and moves toward her man. “Why do you look ready to cry, Lily?” he asks, wrapping an arm around my waist.
“It’s nothing,” I whisper, shaking my head the best I can with his fingers still gripping my chin.
“It’s not nothing, babycakes, now talk to me,” he states, firm yet gentle. I’m not sure there is a way to explain the tone of his voice.
“Lily, I promise they’ll understand,” Nora murmurs.
“Understand what?” Breaker demands.
“It will all be okay, I swear it,” Tiny adds. “It’ll help.”
“Someone needs to start talking,” Tyres remarks.
“I promise,” Tiny whispers and presses deeper against Chains’s side.
Considering the girl in the memory they’d been talking about is Tiny, I suppose they all have a right to know. I don’t have to tell them everything I’d told Tiny and Nora. I can keep to the part about Tiny. I don’t have to talk about myself.
“Whatever it is, babycakes,” Speed says, releases my chin, and draws me flush against him. “I’m right here and not going anywhere.”
I nod and take a deep breath, inhaling all things Speed. The smell of him alone is enough to soothe a part of me that needed it more.
Needing the courage, I close my eyes, take another breath, lean my head against Speed’s chest, clutch at his shirt, and start talking. I keep it as impersonal as I can, but when they start asking questions, it’s not easy. I end up telling them everything, including the other times I can recall Nixon coming around.
The whole time, Speed doesn’t let me go. If anything, he holds me tighter. He doesn’t let me go, not once.
CHAPTERTWENTY-ONE
SPEED
Stepping into my room, I can all but sense the uncertainty coming from my woman. Throughout the conversation where she told us about something she remembered, something that is fucking massive, I felt her tension, all but tasted her fear. It doesn’t take a genius to know she was scared as fuck telling us what she did, but she did it.
Now, it’s time for me to take care of my woman. I know I’ve got shit to tell her. More than I want to tell her, but she deserves to know the truth. Everything. I can’t keep the past from her. I need her to know that when it comes to a shit past, I get it. Sure, she knows some of it, but she needs the rest. She needs to know that no matter what, I ain’t gonna judge her.
First, though, I’m going to show Lily how beautiful she is to me.
I close the door, locking it behind us. Letting Lily’s hand go, I grip her waist and spin her to face me. Her eyes immediately meet mine. I don’t say a word, instead, I slide my hands up her sides, the curve of her breasts, up to the nape of her neck. I focus on all of her, the way her lips part, her cheeks flush, and her beautiful eyes sparkle. The fear that still lingers in those depths.
Tilting down, I claim her lips, sipping at them nice and slow. I slip my tongue in with hers and cock my head to deepen the kiss further. Dropping my hands on her ass, I lift her in my arms. Lily wraps her legs around my waist, arms going around my neck. I don’t need to see where I’m going to know where the bed is.
At the edge of the bed, I put a knee to it, climb up, and bend, laying Lily on her back. Lifting my lips from hers, I kiss her chin, jawline, to right behind her ear. Lily’s moans are like music to my ears. The way her body moves under mine, rubbing against my denim-covered cock, spurs me on further. I want inside her.
Fuck, I need to be inside my woman.
So much shit has happened today. I need to feel connected to the one person who means the most to me.
Jerking away, I quickly strip her of the shirt she’s wearing, all but ripping her bra off, and yank the jeans she’s wearing, not surprised to find her without panties. I find my woman isn’t one for wearing them, and it’s hot as fuck.
I yank my shirt off, tossing it with my cut onto my dresser. I unbutton my jeans and, holding Lily’s gaze, I grip her ankles, set them on my shoulders, and slide my cock through her slick entrance. A groan of approval vibrates in my chest at how drenched she is for me.
“Eyes on me, Lily, keep them there and don’t look away. Don’t close them. I want you to watch every moment of what I do to you. What I make you feel,” I command, slipping inside her one inch at a time until I’m fully seated deep in her pussy.
“Speed,” she gasps, back coming off the bed.
“That's right, babycakes, it’s me inside this sweet pussy.” I growl, pulling all the way out, leaving only the tip of my cock inside her. “It’s me fuckin’ you.” Thrusting home, I focus on her, the way her lips part. The moans that she makes. The way her eyes glaze over with lust. It spurs me on.
