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My fingers move before my body has the chance to realize what’s happening. The backs of my fingertips graze his jeans and I feel him there, thick and hard. God. Yes.

“Don’t,” he growls, but I don’t believe it, not for a second.

“Why not?” I whisper, meeting his eyes. “You put me against that wall and got your taste.” I press my palm to his jean-clad cock, and he flinches. “Now I want my turn.”

I find the top button of his jeans and pop it open. He doesn’t pull back, which he easily could, considering he’s leaning over me. Instead, he keeps his arms either side of my head and his face close to mine, his eyes fierce. I lower his zip and my heart pounds as anticipation fills my body. I want to touch him, I’m dying to touch him, and if I only get once chance then I’ll take it.

I spread his jeans open and my hand slides in, where I find him completely commando. Oh, holy shit. I gasp as my fingers graze his hard, throbbing flesh. His eyes remain on mine as I release him from his jeans, curling my fingers around what is an extremely thick, hard length. It’s long, too. Yum.

“You better know what you’re doin’,” he rasps. “I don’t play, Lah.”

I squeeze him, and he hisses. “I know exactly what I’m doing, Miakoda.”

He flinches, and his eyes burn right into mine. “Careful.”

“Or what?” I whisper, stroking his thick length from root to tip.

His jaw clenches, but he doesn’t moan. I suspected Mack wouldn’t be a moaner, and it only makes this more challenging.

“Maybe I should make you beg,” I murmur, squeezing and stroking, harder and faster.

“Won’t,” he grinds out, “fuckin’ happen.”

“Won’t it?” I grin.

I reach my hand up, licking my fingertip and swirling it around his throbbing head. His jaw goes rock hard, and his body flinches. He likes it; I know he likes it.

“You’re not into giving control, are you?”

His eyes flash and he bares his teeth at me.

I squeeze his cock again.

“I bet you’d love me to put my mouth on you.”

“Stop fuckin’ talkin’,” he grinds out.

I stroke him harder and faster.

“Are you going to moan when you come, Mack?” I taunt.

“Shut the fuck up,” he growls.

I stroke harder.

“Even you can’t have that much control,” I push.

I’m taunting him, I know I am, but fuck, it feels good to watch him fighting so hard for his control. It turns me on to the point of no return. My pussy is wet and I’d do anything to have him deep inside me right now, but I need this moment, and even if he doesn’t believe it, so does he.

“Shut. Up.”

“Will you say my name when your cock explodes on me?”

He makes a hissing sound, but no moan. His entire body is rock solid, as solid as his cock. I know he’s close; I can see it in his eyes, in the set of his jaw and the way he’s holding his body. I rub my thumb over the underside of his head, putting pressure there as I move my hand.

“Come on, honey,” I breathe, using his words. “Come for me.”

“Fuck,” he grinds out, and then he explodes.

His entire body shakes as his cock lets go, and when I say it lets go, I mean it lets go. He explodes, spurting cum into my hand and onto my body. I shudder, loving it. There’s nothing more erotic than watching a man explode in your hands, seeing him coming undone. It’s amazing, it’s sexual, and it’s fucking nice.

“Jesus,” I whisper.

He stands there for a moment, his eyes closed, his body still wound up tight. Then he pushes up, taking his jeans and jerking them up. His eyes fall to me, and something flashes in them, but before I see what, he turns and mutters, “Night.”

Well then, pretty sure that didn’t go how I wanted it to.

Oh, and he didn’t moan.

The fucker.

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

MACK

“I love you, Koda.” Ingrid smiles.

I stroke my fingers through her dark brown locks. She’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met. She’s sunshine and fuckin’ rainbows. She made a hard past beautiful.

“And I love you, Ingi,” I murmur, running my fingers down her soft skin.

“One day, Koda, we’re going to be together, and none of it will hurt.”

I hope she’s right, because life without her would be no life at all.

“One day, honey.”

“Tell me I’m the only one for you. Tell me you’ll never love anyone the way you love me?”

She asks me this all the time, and I answer her the best I can. I can’t give her much, because she will never know or understand just how much she’s changed my life. There’s no way she could ever understand how beautiful she is to me. No one, not a single soul on this earth, could ever compare.

I nuzzle into her hair and my fingers slide down her firm belly, reaching her panties. “So fuckin’ beautiful.”

I close my eyes, breathing her in, feeling every inch of her.

“Come on, honey,” she says. “Come for me.”

I wake up in a cold sweat, my heart pounding, my head fuckin’ racing. Holy fuck. I was dreaming about Ingrid, and somehow she turned into Jaylah and those words she said earlier were in my fuckin’ dream. I throw the covers back, standing. Fuck, fuck this. Jaylah is an annoying pain in the ass. Why the hell am I dreamin’ about her?