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“How long has she been sending you these pictures?” Eden’s voice flowed out onto the terrace, where he sat smoking.

Maximus blew his smoke away from her, his eyes roaming from the water to his woman.

Her hair was free, face free of makeup, nipples pierced the fabric of her night shirt.

“Since that kick back. Every week seems like. I block her, and she uses another account. Shit is annoying but I know how this shit goes with these hoes. I comment or whatever, it’s all over the blogs and you’re hot again because I’ve made you look stupid, or I didn’t tell you the full truth. ”

“About that.”

“We goin’ to talk or are we gonna be out here hollering at one another?”

“I don’t holler, Max. That was you.”

“Raised my voice, and I don’t feel good about it, E. I don’t feel good about none of this shit. Look at where we are and then look at the monkey on our back.” Maximus patted his lap after snuffing his blunt out. “Come here.”

Eden tiptoed her bare feet over the warm concrete to him.

Maximus reached out and pulled her down onto his lap.

“I don’t like it either. What I don’t like the most is the thought that this monkey on our backs can take you from me, and I won’t be able to get you back.

That thought literally feels like I'm dying. I just started living, Max.”

Maximus reached up and held her face between his hands. He brought her face to his and groaned. “Get that shit out your head. You think I came this far, to live and get something and someone worth a damn to leave you, E? You think I’m going to be that reckless and let them snatch me from you?”

Eden draped her arms around his shoulders. “It’s not you that gives me that fear, Max. It’s them. Mama can-”

“Mama can’t do a fucking thing to me. She touches me today, the gang on her ass.

The only nigga that’s going to attempt to do her bidding is that bitch ass nigga I share blood with.

All I need you to do, baby, is stay cool.

Stay grounded. Don’t let none of that outside shit affect what we got going on in here. Hear me?”

“Heard you. I’m sorry for funkin’ up your day with my emotions.”

Maximus grunted and slouched into the seat underneath her. “If you didn’t show me no emotions then I’d assume you didn’t give a damn. All you did was show me where you standing.”

“And where is that?” Eden mused, straddling his lap and peering down at him.

Maximus let his eyes dance over her. “Stop playing with me, E. You know where the fuck you standing, in your cement shoes ‘cause your ass ain’t going nowhere. Even with all them emotions.”

Eden rolled her eyes and attempted to get off his lap. He held her in place. “All these emotions are your fault. I told you. You folded me up. Now look at me, crazy as hell.”

Maximus chuckled. “And I ain’t?”

“Mm mm, that was done before you got me,” Eden hummed as she leaned down to kiss him. “I’d be happy to add to it, though. And to apologize for being an asshole.”

“You wasn’t being an asshole. You’re a woman concerned about her man, but your man got it,” Maximus reiterated, hooking her chin.

“Does that mean I can’t apologize?” Eden’s ask was accompanied by her hands reaching between them, finding his erection.

Maximus palmed her ass. “Do your thing so I can fix that attitude for the rest of the weekend.”

His eyes, heavy with the effects of the blunt, trailed Eden as she moved between his open legs. Kneeling on the pillow, Eden freed him and hummed. He gathered her hair in a ponytail and watched her mouth perform magic on his dick. Up and down, in and out, softly moaning and slurping.

Maximus re-sparked his blunt and grumbled, “Eyes up, E.”

Eyes open and peering at him. “There she goes. Don’t take your eyes off me.”

His pleasure mixed with her lubricant oozed out of the corners of her mouth and slid down her chin.

“Pretty ass. You gon’ have a mouth full.”

Eden moaned, her dimples piercing with a smile in response to his praise.

It was like a challenge. Eden wanted a mouthful of him.

Simply loving the way he tasted and smelled on her skin, on the sheets, intensified their connection.

Her hands moved from the base of his dick to her center, fingers slipping through her wetness.

Maximus could smell her arousal, and it only made his nut spray down her throat with a low growl.

He yanked her back onto his lap, and Eden pushed her fingers in his mouth.

Maximus sucked her fingers clean. “Get up and get in the room.”

“I can’t have you right here?”

“Nah, Brody got guests in the pool, and I do not want to beat the sight out that nigga’s eyes for getting a peek.”

“I don’t know why the thought of you beating someone up turns me on so bad,” Eden muttered, pulling herself off his lap and trekking inside.

“You like that ya nigga gon’ rearrange a nigga’s life behind you,” Maximus grumbled, pulling himself together and roaming inside behind her. Securing the door behind him, he removed his clothes and tossed them somewhere.

Eden was already naked at the edge of the bed. “I love it, actually.”

“Oh yeah? What else?”

“Ohh, look who is fishing for compliments.”

Maximus smirked.

“The way I love you, I can’t describe. It's like something new I’ve been wanting, and finally it’s mine. So much so that I want to covet it. But I can’t because it’s so much bigger and I can’t hold it close. I just have to love it, treat it really good, and let it roam freely.”

Maximus laughed. “You just described a dog, E.”

Eden’s brow rose, and she nipped her lip. “Mmhhmm. My dog. Big Dawg and I need to pet it. Let me pet that dawg.”

He stroked himself, closing the space between them. “Open up.”

She did, yearning for his closeness again. Maximus’ smoke-tinted lips found her flesh. Eden backed up into the middle of the bed, grabbing his chains and pulling him down. Moans and lip nips as he pushed his way inside of her heat.

“That’s what I needed,” he shuddered, connecting with her again. “Fuck. This pussy regulate a nigga’s mood.”

“That’s what it’s there for.” The words flowed out like a sultry singer moaning over a soft beat. It sent chills down his spine. “Your dick makes me fuckin’ crazy.”

Lost in the feel of her, Maximus licked and kissed her neck, slowed his stroke, pushing her legs toward the headboard. Eden pushed her foot against the headboard, pushing her center up against him, grinding around his stroke.

“Got damn, Honey Baby. You so fuckin’ wet,” he groaned.

She tangled her fingers in his chains. The initial one she bought him, and two he’d added to his neck in the past weeks. “That’s all for you, Max Baby. All for you.”

The headboard knocked against the wall, and Eden took his powerful thrusts.

“Max,” she moaned his name, feeling the balloon of pleasure expand.

It was a new feeling. A feeling fueled with emotion.

As if she were melting into the mattress and coming apart, she gasped.

A million nerve endings, tears welling in her eyes, and the pop of a balloon and a spray of ultimate arousal were accented with. “Maximusssss.”

“Oh fuck,” he hissed, still stroking her through the squirt of her climax. “Look at what you did, E. You covered me in you.”

Eden couldn’t do anything but whimper. Maximus repositioned her, licked and sucked down her body until his face was buried in her flower.

Hand pressed against her pelvis, lips and tongue sucking the remainder of her sense from her center.

Another eruption, another position until they were both spent.

“I made a mess,” Eden groaned, attempting to roll out the bed. “We can’t sleep in this.”

Maximus moved his tattooed body around the bed, true to his motto – placed her in the steaming shower, changed the sheets, joined her in the shower, and then back in the bed. Her leg over him, her foot tucked, and his face nuzzled in her bonnet.

“E,” he rasped.

“Hm?”

“You gon’ love me?”

“Are you going to love me?”

“Without a doubt.”

“Good,” she hummed, kissing his chest. “Go to sleep, you need your rest. You behave better when you’re well-rested.”

“I behave better when I can smell you on me. Near me. Around me.”

“Well, baby, you’ve got a whole day a press you have to get through without me.”

“If I behave, what I get out the deal? Some cake?”

“I’ll make you a cake if you behave to my standard, not yours.”

“Put it on my face when I wake up, for extra encouragement.”

“Let me sleep on it.”