CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

NOW - Pippa

One month later

Mack is sitting in the compound, glaring at all of us as we watch him. His leg is healing well, so the doctors said, and his other is scarring up the way it’s supposed to. Mack didn’t come out of the hospital feeling sorry for himself—he came out determined. He’s just that kind of man. He vows he will walk again, and I have no doubt he will.

Maddox recovered well, and was the first back on his feet. Tyke still has a cast on his leg and was forced back to his chair, but he’s recovering, and each day that passes he grows more determined to make sure he gets back up and walks after this. We had a funeral for the lost men, and it was a sad, gloomy day when we laid them to rest. Now we’re here, a month later, and all staring at Mack.

It’s his birthday, and apparently he does not want to celebrate, but instead would rather glower at all of us. Especially when Jaylah put a party hat on his head. He’s not getting away without celebrating, and so we’ve locked down his chair and made him participate. We just sang happy birthday to him, to which he told us he was ‘too old’ to receive such a song.

Poor Mack. He doesn’t do well with public affection.

I’m sitting on Tyke’s lap while he sits in his chair. He’s got an arm firmly wrapped around me, and I have no doubt he doesn’t plan on letting me go. I can feel his erection prodding my backside, and I know he’s hanging to make love to me. I haven’t done anything with him since the accident, and he’s not happy about that.

“Stop wiggling on my lap, Pippa,” he growls into my ear.

“You’re the one holding me down here,” I point out.

“And you’re not making it easy.”

I turn and look down at him. “It’ll all be over soon.”

“Like fuck,” he says, turning the electric chair and driving us down the hall. “It’ll be over now.”

“Tyke!” I protest as the trails of laughter disappear behind us.

“Need to feel you, Pip.”

“But . . .”

“No buts.”

“I’m on my period, Tyke.”

This isn’t a lie. It also doesn’t stop him.

“Been wanting to try that sweet mouth for some time now. We’ll give that a shot, yeah?”

My cheeks flush as he pulls into the room and closes the door. I climb off his lap and stare at him. His eyes are hungry, and suddenly my core clenches with need. I’m all in for trying new things, and I’ve been wanting to do this with Tyke for months now.

“I haven’t done this before,” I whisper.

“On your knees, baby. I’ll guide you.”

I lower to my knees in front of his chair, and he shifts so I can get between his legs. Then he takes his belt and unbuckles it before popping the top buttons of his jeans and unzipping. Then he reaches in and frees his thick, hard length. He strokes it a few times, groaning, before he looks over to me. “Just suck it like it’s a big lollypop, baby.”

A lollypop?

Jesus.

I flush and nerves flutter around in my belly as I reach over and curl my hand around the warm length. Then hesitantly I move forward. I put my tongue out first, touching it to the soft skin. It’s silkier than I’d first thought. I slowly part my lips and slide him into my mouth. He’s equally as soft against my lips as he was to my tongue. Tyke groans above me and I tremble nervously as I begin to suck.

“Fuck, yeah,” he grinds out. “Yes.”

I do as he asks, sucking him like a lollypop. Then he takes my head gently and moves it up and down at the same time. “Like that,” he says through clenched teeth.

I follow his instruction and suck while bobbing my head up and down. My lips burn at the corners as my mouth stretches around his ever-increasing size, but I love how it feels. I love how he tastes. I love the sound of his groaning above me.

“Going to come fast,” he hisses.

What do I do when that happens?

I suck him some more, moving a little faster. His groans become deeper and then suddenly he’s pulling his length from my mouth and stroking it furiously. Then, he explodes. White strands shoot out and hit his palm, and he makes a strangled sound as they do. Over and over he pumps his release out, and I can’t tear my eyes away, fascinated.

When he’s finished, he reaches over to the towel hanging on the back of the door and pulls it off, wiping his hand. I get off my knees and watch him clean himself up, then he looks up at me with a devilish grin on his face. He wheels towards me and I take a step back. He does this until the backs of my legs hit the bed. His grin gets bigger and he rasps out, “Your turn.”

Oh, boy.

EPILOGUE

Six months later

Tyke and I are at the lighthouse where he first taught me to use my voice. We’re sitting, eating a meal that I ordered. I’ve come out of my shell so much during the past six months, and each day it gets easier and easier. Tyke and I live together now, and I handed my lease over to Belle so her and Immy could stay in the house. I see them nearly every day, and Belle has become a good friend.

The rest of the club is recovering well after the explosion. Mack is getting around well on his prosthesis and all his burns are healing nicely. Tyke got his cast off and continued with his physical therapy until he was able to walk comfortably again. Each day he gets stronger and stronger, and his pain gets less and less. He said whatever the doctors did when they fixed his leg has most certainly helped.