Maccoy, p.7
Maccoy, page 7
Elodie is the one holding her hand up to cut me off. “Okay, already, stop talking. You’re making shit nasty instead of making me feel special for getting cozy with your Prez without being a nameless hole.”
I wince and mutter, “Hole wasn’t what I was going to say.”
Elodie shrugs.
“Can we get back on topic?” Alcide snaps. “Elodie here managed to get her hands on a copy of the will. My daughter is now indeed sole beneficiary and will inherit everything.”
“She has the biggest bullseye on her head now and I’m sure Abiel is already taking aim. We can’t wait this one out,” Elodie says, her voice filled with worry.
“I refuse to put her in a golden cage and lock her up. The truth she heard today might have been ugly but she still needs to bury the man who raised her. I won’t take that away from her. She might be angry and think differently but feelings are fucking tricky, she needs space and time and I’m going to damn well give it to her.” I’m bouncing my gaze back and forth, daring either of them to tell me differently.
Alcide lifts his chin. “I hear ya. You’re right, she needs to process all of it. Besides, for the outside world, it would be best if she stays in the center of it.”
“I don’t think Abiel is going to back off and give her time to grieve,” Elodie warns once more.
“We’re aware but the fucker doesn’t know what over three decades of laying low has meant for this club.” My prez shoots her a sly grin. “He’s not going to know what hit him until he’s expelling his last breath.”
“Along with the rest of his men,” I vow.
“Words thrown out is mere smoke,” Elodie mutters. “Fry his ass already and make sure I have a front seat to this barbecue.”
“I’m not making any promises,” Alcide rumbles. “I want you safe.”
Elodie rolls her eyes but movement near the door catches my attention. The prospect is here with my food, reminding me I have other, pressing things to handle; taking care of my woman.
“I’ll leave you two fussing over those details.” I rise from my seat and stroll toward the prospect while I grab my wallet.
Handing over the cash, I thank the man and walk down the hall, making a pitstop in the kitchen to grab some paper plates and stuff. Once inside my room, I find Delphine sitting on the bed, wearing one of my shirts, while she’s drying her hair with a towel.
I hold up the bag. “I hope you’re hungry.”
Stalking over to the small table with two chairs I start to unload the food. I grab two bottles of water from the tiny refrigerator and when I have everything ready I take a seat. Delphine sits down next to me.
“This smells delicious.” The smile she gives me strokes my heart and I know I’m making the right choice.
Both to take it slow and to make sure she can handle and do everything involving her past and the people she was connected with. My life took a spin so fast and hard the day I met her but it’s as if my world was knocked off orbit and landed on the right trajectory.
Funny how the perfect woman made for me can make me want things I never imagined I wanted or needed. Sitting here at this table, sharing a meal, I feel complete. Whole. And I’ll be damned to let anyone so much as come close to ruining the one thing that makes life worth living.
Because Delphine is worth every fighting breath my body craves to survive in this fucked-up world.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Two weeks later
– DELPHINE –
“Falling back into your old ritual, huh?” Elodie quips from beside me.
I keep scanning the massive room, loving the mixed sound of the casino and flow of activity. My old job for many years here was pit boss. Standing here taking in everything around me feels familiar.
The sound, the voices, people being busy, everything reminds me of home. My mother used to take me here every day and I basically grew up in this casino. I’m doing this for my own sanity and yet it’s different, twisted compared to a few weeks ago. Once great memories are tainted and I’m still processing everything.
“It’s therapy,” I tell her.
My phone starts to play “You Sexy Thing” by Hot Chocolate. I know exactly who is calling because I linked this ringtone to him. Maccoy. He hasn’t strayed from my side since he walked into my life. The lyrics of the song suit him and it’s also a great fit for the style he’s dipped himself, and his surroundings, with.
“Hey,” I quip.
“Almost there, princess,” he rumbles and breaks the connection.
“Therapy?” Elodie questions when I tuck my phone back into my black jeans.
I tear my eyes away from the scene around me and glance at my friend. “The truth hits harder when it’s wrapped with lies. But standing here? The familiarity of the sound, people, scent, and work both my mother and Zalverni were active in? This has been a leading thread in my life and it’s soothing. It’s a reminder I am not ready to hand this casino over to anyone else.”
Elodie gives me a gentle smile. “There’s no reason to hand anything over. From what I’ve seen this casino practically runs itself with the stellar crew they put together over the years. Your mother stepping back made sense and Zalverni only observed, exactly what I’ve been doing these past few days and what you can do once you’re ready for me to step back.”
I frown, not liking the sound of her last sentence. “Are you leaving?”
“Hey, foxy mama,” Maccoy rumbles from behind me while at the same time I feel his arms wrap around my body.
His strong front warms my back and I lean into him, relishing in the lack of loneliness and instant warmth he surrounds me with.
“Hey,” I quip and cover his hand, that’s resting on my stomach, with mine. Turning my attention back to Elodie I repeat, “Are you leaving?”
Elodie shrugs. “I’m retired and I haven’t exactly made a plan, except for wanting to relocate.”
“You’ve always hated the cold.” I chuckle. “That’s why you should relocate to Las Vegas. In other words, stay here with me.”
“I’m sure Prez would agree with his daughter,” Maccoy rumbles and I feel his lips brush the skin of my neck, making me shiver.
Dammit. This man is driving me nuts in the most pleasurable way. He gave me an orgasm before we were together and then he claims me but hasn’t touched me since. No sex. Only hot kisses and when I think we’re heading toward intimacy, he cuts it off.
I’ve called him out on it yesterday, but he told me straight out he wanted to give me time. As if time makes everything easier to deal with. I know it’s been a little over a week since we buried my father, three weeks since I buried my mother, and every single day has been a turmoil of feelings but I want to take the next step and have freaking sex.
“We’ll see,” Elodie mutters. “I’m not leaving yet.”
“Good,” Maccoy states. “Are you going to the clubhouse or staying here?”
Elodie jerks her chin in the direction of an older man in a suit standing across from us. “One of your brothers will update you.”
Maccoy chuckles. “Hey, you can’t blame me or Alcide for making sure you’re okay. Besides, Walton is happy he got his old job back.”
“Old job?” I question and tip my head back to look at Maccoy.
“Our MC worked with Zalverni, remember? It’s why Abiel attacked the MC to break them apart from Zalverni in an effort to force Zalverni to seek him out for a partnership. Which backfired when it came to a partnership since Zalverni handled things differently and kept the MC part only for debt collecting, letting the VP handle it so Alcide was completely kept off the casino grounds. A few of the old members greedily volunteered when Prez asked for extra security for you and Elodie at the casino.”
Elodie points a finger at me. “Another reason why you don’t have to think about handing things over. Your old man is the VP of an MC who has a background with working closely with this casino. No need to mention it’s perfect, huh?”
“Are you thinking of handing things over?” Maccoy asks, confusion tainting his voice.
I shake my head and turn in his arms. “No. I mentioned to Elodie that I don’t want to hand things over because I love this casino. Memories tainted by lies or not, it’s a part of me.”
He cups the side of my face and places a kiss on my forehead. “Like Elodie said, it’s a part of my MC as well. Whatever choice you make will be right for you and I’ll support you no matter what.”
“You’re the VP,” I muse, throwing out the obvious but the fact hits me at this moment. “Which means you’re going to be the president one day.”
His eyes are locked on mine. Shades or not, I can still see his penetrating gaze. “Yeah.”
“My parents.” I swallow hard, the past has nothing to do with the future but still. “They faced danger and were ripped apart. My mother made a choice, one where she protected one child due to the loss of another. She left not only herself brokenhearted but my dad along with her. All while in the end she lost her own life to a man she turned to in an effort to create a safe environment. How the hell does that make sense or justify anything?”
Maccoy softly shakes his head and I can tell he wants to say something but my rambling thoughts aren’t finished and I add, “What if she didn’t run? She could have died either way. I might not have been walking this Earth but then again maybe my parents would have been together. Strong in love while facing everything, head on. Life is about living and dying and everything in between is an experience founded in memories. We can’t avoid danger. If I’ve learned anything from lies, betrayal, and truth it’s the hard lesson life gives you no matter what choices you make. Which is why I’m keeping those I care about close and won’t push them away or run from danger.”
“For sure as fuck will I push you away from danger or make you run if necessary,” Maccoy mutters and I can feel a smile tug on my lips when I pat his chest.
“That’s because you’re my man.” The words simply fall out because they make sense.
The way his eyes flare with satisfaction is predatory and I think in some twisted way it sounds like I’m the one claiming him. Voicing it out loud solidifies our connection and I know he feels the same way when he pulls me closer and slams his mouth over mine.
The kiss is deep. Our tongues swirl and it’s as if he’s giving me a taste of what he intends to do with my body because he sets me aflame. There’s nothing catching my attention around me except for the man who mentally swoops me off my feet and places me on a cloud of lust and adoration.
“Okay you two. Either get a room or hump in a corner behind a plant or something but not in the middle of the damn pit.” Elodie’s voice is filled with humor but it’s enough to pull me back to the here and now.
“We’re going to her penthouse,” Maccoy gruffly states and doesn’t wait for a reply but practically flies in the direction of the elevators and takes me along for the ride.
Once the elevator indicates we’re on my floor, I step forward but Maccoy holds me back so he can be the one who checks out the hallway. He’s been overly protective for the past two weeks now but Abiel hasn’t made any move since my father’s death.
If anything, it’s creepy the way everything fell silent; as if biding his time to strike at any second. Okay, Maccoy’s reaction is understandable. Any thought of danger slips from my mind when the door of my penthouse slams shut behind us.
Maccoy flips the lock and grabs my waist to throw me over his shoulder as he makes a run for the bedroom. I feel the need to scream, “Showoff,” the way he manages to move with me as deadweight over his shoulder.
All I manage is a squeal when he gently throws me onto the bed. There’s a feral glint in his eyes while lust and desire are wafting off him in waves. His hands go to his leather jacket and he slides it off, throws it into the air, and it lands on the chair in the corner.
“Get naked, princess. I want your pussy ripe and ready for my mouth to feast on,” he rumbles and shoves his jeans down, making his dick bob out while the fabric lands on the floor.
He kicks away his jeans and grabs the hem of his shirt to drag it over his head. I’m still fumbling with my own clothes while he’s standing before me naked. All muscled perfection. I had a few glimpses already of his furry chest but the swirls of ink licking his shoulders are a sexy addition I haven’t seen yet.
My gaze lands on his dick, standing proud among a neatly trimmed patch between his muscled thighs. I finally manage to rip off all my clothes and crawl naked his way, curiously reaching out to wrap my fingers around his thick girth when he grunts, “No.”
I glance up at him with disappointment but when his fingers slide into my hair, fisting it to force my head to tip back so he can stare down at me, I suddenly see his battle. He’s barely holding himself back. The pre-cum dripping from his dick was the first hint but his eyes hold all the lust along with his heavy breathing.
“Ass on the bed, arms above your head, and spread your legs.” His grip tightens in my hair and he gently pulls my head back in a soft nudge for me to move before letting go.
I scoot back while keeping my gaze on him, quickly following his demand. Without shame, I spread my legs and bare myself to him. There’s no need to be shy or self-conscious. His need is my own and my body is humming with desire.
Maccoy’s body language is screaming at mine, relaying a solid promise of pleasure to come for both of us. I get a hint of it when he falls between my legs and lets his tongue slide through the lips of my pussy.
I gasp and let my eyes roll back in my head, bringing my arms forward to grip his head. I could cry when his mouth is suddenly gone but then I’m screaming from the raw and hard intrusion of his dick filling me completely. My hands are locked in a tight grip and placed above my head.
Maccoy drags his dick out and fills me back up, eyes pinning me in place. “What did I tell you? Keep your hands above your head. I’m the one in control and if you don’t listen, I will take my pleasure and keep you balancing on yours.”
My only response is to moan because really, why would I even think about complaining or disagreeing when his dick feels so damn good inside me. The first burn of pain when he suddenly entered me faded into raw pleasure and he keeps rocking inside me.
Motherfucker. I’m on the verge of crying and cursing again when my pussy is empty until it’s covered by heat and wetness from his mouth. The need to grab his head, and let my nails rake his skull is like fire licking through my veins.
I want to touch him so badly but his mouth is pure sin, licking my orgasm to the surface by flicking my clit. I moan loud and keep my hands in place while raising my hips slightly to demand more. His fingers dig into my thighs as he keeps me pinned to the bed.
I’ve never been with a man who has a massive mustache but I can definitely agree to the fact this man not only looks sexy with it…but it’s a necessity to our love life. Hell, I’m pretty sure I’m in love with his furry face item the way it adds to the oral stimulation that has my orgasm threatening to detonate any damn second.
Scratch that, it hits and it hits harder than ever. I swear pleasure is washing over me as if I’m being plunged into ice water where every cell in my body is on full alert. I scream his name, moan and gasp for my next breath while he keeps sucking on my pussy as if he’s feeding on the orgasm he just gave me.
It feels as if all my life I’ve been waiting for this man to open Pandora’s box of pleasure and I cannot wait to explore what else he can do with his tongue, dick, and fingers. I’m bound to find out when he pulls back, wipes his mouth with the back of his hand while he slowly crawls up my body.
Like a predator who already conquered its prey and is now lazily getting ready to consume it. My heart is slamming against my ribs, and I might have had the orgasm of my life but somehow my body is recharging with the feel of this man covering my body.
“The day I tasted you it fed my very soul but now that you’re mine you taste even better,” he gruffly tells me.
I have no clue how to respond to that but somehow, I think he felt our connection sooner than I was willing to give in to the thought of us. That day outside of the clubhouse where he made me come on his fingers, the two weeks in between then and now show how rapidly things can change.
Most definitely why he waited for us to have sex while the moment couldn’t be more perfect. There’s no need to exchange more words when he fists his dick and places it at my entrance. This time he enters me slowly and I feel every delectable inch filling me up.
“Maccoy.” His name falls from my lips on a breathy plea. “So good.”
“Fucking magnificent,” he grunts and pulls out, only to slide right back in and hit a spot inside me that has me muttering something incoherently.
He throws my legs over his arms and drags my body to him while slamming forward. The slapping of skin to skin, the way he uses my body to fire up the pleasure between us is rough, raw, and animalistic but so damn good.
I’ve never had a lover who simply took charge in the bedroom. One who gives pleasure with each stroke as if we’re made for each other. I’m gasping for my next breath to make sure I have enough air in my lungs to scream his name when my orgasm washes over me.
“Fuck, yes,” he growls and pumps harder while my pussy is strangling his dick.
“Gonna come. Gonna come hard. Fuck. Yes. That’s it….fucking hell….fuuuuuuuck,” he roars and keeps pumping until he slams forward one more time and stays rooted while his dick pulses to spray his hot cum deep inside my pussy.
My legs fall from his arms and he sags forward, placing one of his arms next to my body to balance himself. His eyes land on my breasts that are moving from the way I’m pushing air in and out of my lungs while I try to recover from the pleasure he just ripped from me.
“Missed playing with these beauties,” he mutters. “Gonna suck on those while my dick recharges. Need your mouth on me later so I can put more cum inside you.”
