“That’s just cruel,” I grumbled, fisting my cock underneath the covers as I took in her curvy, naked body.

She laughed. “I was going to have a shower. Are you going to join me?” she asked, raising her eyebrows.

I didn’t need to be asked twice. I jumped out of bed and walked over to her, wrapping my arms around her waist, my fingers tickling her bare skin. She giggled and tried to break free.

“Come on, let’s make this quick. I’ve got work to get to,” she said, walking us both toward the bathroom.

I hit the taps, and then turned my attention back to her and that glorious body. 

“Come here,” I said, taking her hand. She smiled, and moved toward me as I checked the temperature of the water.

“What are you doing?” She laughed as I hoisted her onto my hips. She cried out as her back hit the cold tiles of the shower, water streaming down over us.

“What do you think?” I murmured, kissing her neck. She set one foot down, the other remaining locked around my waist. My hands roamed over her wet skin. I felt her nipples harden against my touch. Leaning down, I took one in my mouth and began to suck as her hands clutched at my wet hair.

“Down,” She muttered, pushing me down onto my knees. I chuckled as she hooked her leg over my shoulder, the other remaining on the floor to steady her.

“What can I do for you?” I asked, narrowing my eyes.

She glared down at me. “You know what I want.”

“I want to hear you say it.”

“You’re an ass,” She muttered, blushing. “I want you to lick me. I want to feel your tongue inside me, okay?”

I grinned, my tongue moving slowly along her entrance as she whimpered. “More than okay,” I whispered. I loved making her say it. Making her tell me what she wanted. For such a confident woman she could be so shy when it came to sex that I couldn’t resist teasing her.

My hands on her ass, I buried my face in her pussy. She squealed as my tongue pushed deep inside of her, massaging her spot as she shifted, thrusting me further inside of her.

“Oh god yeah,” she gasped. She pressed back against the tiles, her leg clenching around my neck as she pressed the back of my head. “That’s…yeah,” she panted. I glanced up at her, water spraying me in the face as I took in her expression, and the way her hand was now rubbing her nipple as my mouth fucked her pussy.

She moaned. Her back arched, pushing her hips forward as her pussy demanded more of me. My tongue flicked at her clit as I plunged a finger, then two, inside of her slick wetness. She was so ready; I could feel she was going to explode any moment now.

“Arghh,” she cried, her body convulsing as she began to climax. I could feel the tension in her legs and her arms as her limbs clung to me, yet at the same time she was pushing away my head. Eventually, her hold on me relaxed and I stood up, holding her under the stream of water, my hands all over her.

“That was fucking incredible,” she sighed. “I can’t even…” she shook her head and sighed. I chuckled, kissing her lips as I reached for the body wash. Lathering up a handful, I ran my hands over her body again as she sighed.

“Why are you so good to me?” she muttered as I rinsed the suds from her body. I shook my head. She just didn’t get it.

“With you, I’m the only way I can be. You bring out the good in me, Leets,” I muttered. She smiled, letting me help her out of the shower. Wrapping the towel around her, I kissed her on the nose. “If we’re going to get you home in time to change we’d better hurry.”

She nodded again. She looked exhausted, like she hadn’t slept in a week. I grinned, loving that I had that affect on her.

“Have I told you how awesome you are?” she asked.

“Everyday.”

#

 It was nearly nine in the morning when I returned from dropping Leeta home. I looked around the dump I was living in. I was supposed to be at work in five minutes, instead, I grabbed my phone and texted Finn.

Hey, want today off and put in a double on Thursday? I can meet you at the bar after lunch?

Finn replied right away.

Couldn’t you have texted ten minutes ago? I’m fucking on my way already. Yeah, sure, whatever. How did dinner go?

I cringed. Shit, I’d managed to push last night completely out of my mind.

Not good. I’d like to say it could’ve gone worse, but I’m not sure that’s true.

Throwing my phone down on the counter, I stripped out of my clothes and went back to bed.

#

“’Sup, man?”

Dex slapped my arm, a joint hanging from the corner of his mouth as I walked into the room. The rest of the guys stood around the pool table—except for Max, who was passed out on the couch with Teegan collapsed on top of him. I shot Dex a look. He shrugged.

“What? Can’t hold their alcohol.”

It didn’t seem to bother him that his girlfriend was straddling his brother. I shook my head and shrugged off my jacket, throwing it on the table to the right of the door.

A bottle of bourbon sat open on the countertop. Grabbing it, I took a swig, gagging as the liquid burned down my throat. I wiped my mouth on the sleeve of my shirt and downed another mouthful before setting the bottle back down.

“Big day, Mace?” Jon asked, taking a break from sticking his tongue down some random chick’s throat.

I snorted and nodded. I looked over at Finn, who was wincing, already aware of how badly it had all gone down with Leet’s parents.

“Yeah. I met the parents last night,” I explained, making a face. 

Cheers erupted from the guys, which woke up a startled Teegan, who glanced at me in her drunken stupor before face-planting down on Max’s chest. I shook my head.

“No. No cheering,” I grumbled, clenching my fists. “It was a train wreck.”

The whole fucking night had been a disaster. How had I let her talk me into that? I didn’t do parents—especially stuck-up snobs who looked down on useless pieces of shit like me. Fuck them for treating me like shit, and fuck Leeta for being so sweet and understanding. Fuck everything and everyone.

 “What, Little Miss Perfect’s parents didn’t approve of gangland spawn Mace Jordan?” Max gasped and widened his eyes in mock horror, slapping his hand over his chest.

“Go fuck yourself, Max.” His comment hit a little too close to home.

When people found out who my father was, they immediately assumed I was like him. The reality was that we couldn’t be any more different. The only thing we had in common was we both put family first.

God help anyone who fucked with a Jordan.

Dad was big into crime: car theft, drugs, fraud, murder—you name it, and chances were he’d had his fingers in that pot at one time or another.

I tried my best to keep myself clean. While it didn’t always work out that way, I ran a legitimate business that made me a legitimate income.

Grabbing the cue off Finn, I aimed for the small six, socking it right into the left pocket. I winked and threw it back to him.

“Show off,” he muttered.

“Can’t help it if I’m good.”

“Whatevs.”

“Mace!”

I glanced over at Teegan, who had just woken up—again. Her eyes lit up when she spotted me. She stood up, unsteady on her feet. She stumbled over to me. I patted her on the back awkwardly as she threw her arms around me. I could feel Dex’s eyes on me.

“How are you?” she asked, batting her eyelashes as her fingers tugged at the cleavage of her low cut shirt. This girl was a mess.

“So, how did Leeta react to the night?” asked Max.

“By taking me back to my place and fucking me senseless,” I muttered.

Shit. I hadn’t meant to say that aloud.

Or maybe I had. Maybe I felt like I had something to prove with Teegan hanging off me, who knows? The thing was, I never bragged to the guys about Leeta. Other girls in the past? Yeah, sure. But Leeta . . . what we had was different—stronger than anything I’d ever felt before.