Lethal Temptations (Tempted #5)(69)

He cupped my chin, forcing my head back so our eyes met.

“Said, I want to see your face and f*ck, girl, you’re going to look at me when I come inside you,” he declared. “Eyes up here,” he insisted, pointing his index and middle finger at his eyes.

It was like an out-of-body experience—looking into the eyes of the man I never thought I’d have, sharing one of the most intimate moments between a man and a woman.

“Keep ‘em open,” he hissed, fighting to keep his eyes open too, pumping me one last time and filling me with his release.

I’m pretty sure I fell even harder for him, something I didn’t think was possible.

He bent his head and took my mouth with his, kissing me tenderly.

I fell harder.

Even harder.

I was gone.

His hips slowed as he pulled away from my mouth and took a deep breath.

“See,” I rasped in between breaths. “You can keep up,” I tried to laugh, but it wound up becoming a lazy smile because I was too exhausted to even laugh.

But he did.

He actually chuckled before he kissed my cheek loudly as my leg dropped from his shoulder and he released the other. They dropped onto the mattress with a thud, everything ached and I loved every minute of it.

I whimpered as his cock left me, wondering if we could stay intertwined like that forever. He flipped onto his back and collapsed next to me, trying to catch his breath.

I reached for his hand, addicted to his touch and laced our fingers together as we laid in silence, listening to one another breathe.

“Can’t let you go,” he said so low I barely heard him.

I turned to him, nervously as he kept his eyes trained on the ceiling.

“What?” I questioned hoarsely.

He waited a beat before turning his cheek and staring back at me.

“You asked me before I left what will happen with us,” he started.

Here it comes.

No.

“You’re my girl, Lacey. Ain’t nobody in this world I want other than you,” he said.

“But?” I whispered.

“But Jack finding out isn’t what I’m worried about,” he revealed.

“It isn’t?”

“No, baby it’s not. The clubs involved in a lot of shit right now. I got a lot of things I need to make right on the outside before I can claim you to the world,” he paused, lifting his hands to my cheek. “Don’t look at me like that, I’m not ending this. We need to keep it on the down low until I’m sure you’re safe with me,” he explained.

“I’m always safe with you,” I argued.

“Remind me of that when I doubt myself.”

His words gave a glimpse to a vulnerable side of him I hadn’t yet discovered until that moment. He wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me down on top of him.

“I’ll work it out,” he promised. “And then we’ll work on Jack,” he added.

“And then?”

“Then, I’m taking you for a tattoo, get you some ink so you never forget who you belong to,” he teased, squeezing me.

“Blackie! I’m serious, then what?”

“You tell me,” he said, against my hair. “Tell me what you want and I’ll move heaven and hell to give it to you,” he swore.

“Heaven and earth you mean,” I corrected, smiling as I closed my eyes.

“It’s heaven and hell where I come from, baby,” he affirmed.

“This,” I said through a yawn. “This right here is everything I want.”

And it was.

At nineteen years old I had it all.

Now, I had to convince my maker to let me keep it.





I took her to Coney Island that night, rode the Cyclone three times and won her a half a dozen stuffed animals—she gave one to every kid we passed that didn’t have one. We were walking around Luna Park when out of the corner of my eye I saw a mother and her young son.

“But Mommy, please? One more try!”

“I already wasted twenty dollars trying to win you a prize that cost fifty cents,” the mother argued with her son.

“Please mommy! I won’t ask after this time,” the kid pleaded.

“I don’t have any more money to waste on games, Joshua,” the mother hissed.

I let go of Lacey’s hand, walked over to the trailer and laid a five-dollar bill on the counter. It was the game where you had to shoot water into the clown’s mouth until you filled the balloon and it popped.

There are perks to owning a shooting range.

You can beat the clown all the time.

The bell chimed, signaling I won, and I dropped the water gun. I kneeled down, smiled at the mom and tapped the little boy on the shoulder.

“Hey, there kid,” I started.

He looked at his mother for approval before he waved at me timidly.

“You see that girl over there,” I said, pointing over at Lacey who smiled but looked back at me curiously.

“Yeah,” the boy said.

“I’m trying to get her to go out with me and she told me she’d say yes if I win you a prize,” I looked over my shoulder and tipped my chin to the water balloon that was declared a winner. “Think you can help me get the girl by taking the prize?”