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Grease

Lord, have fucking mercy on my soul. This woman can't seem to make anything easy on me. I rub my temples before opening my eyes, squeezing her hip, and glaring when she turns her eyes to meet mine.

“What the hell is that supposed to mean, Tootsie? Where the fuck is the boy at?” I ask, ready to get all of this shit out in the open. I have plans for my little runner.

“Watch the tone, big guy! You ain't gonna get nothing from me talking like that.” And just like that, her guards are back up. We haven't been in the same room for thirty minutes, and it's like we can't help but heat up the area around us.

“Tootsie, keep up with that attitude, and I can promise you, I will throw your ass on this table and…”

“Prez, can you please dismiss us so these two can finally fuck it all out? While it’s been entertaining watching you two dorks dance around each other and throw barbs, we all know where this will lead. Please, for the love of mother earth, lock yourselves in a room and fuck it out,” Hitter says, letting his head fall back on his shoulders.

“If throwing your woman on the table and fucking her brains out is the new idea of normal, just let me get Halle in here real quick.” Loki starts to stand.

“Sit down,” Swift says, rubbing his temples now.

“Oh, come on, Prez. You know how many times I’ve imagined pressing her delicious body onto the table so hard it would brand out insignia right on her….”

“For fucks sake, how the hell do we get shit done when this is all we think about?” Rodeo asks, rolling his eyes.

“These are the super secret, super important meetings you all have? I have to say I’m a bit disappointed. I definitely thought it was more take over the world type stuff,” Lyra says, looking crestfallen.

“Can we get back on topic, please? Lyra, I need you to tell us where the boy is. We need to make sure he’s safe as well,” Swift says, looking at Lyra. Her shoulders hunch for just a minute as we all stare back at her. Then she pulls her shoulders back and lifts her chin before speaking. There's my firecracker.

“I really can't tell you where he is because I don't know. That was part of the plan. I made a distraction while leaving town. Giving another teacher friend of mine a chance to get Connor and get him out safely. I got one phone call before coming here with a codeword to tell me they were safe. I knew I would only endanger them if we kept in touch. So I kept moving, kept letting those fuckers follow me around until their trail went cold. I wanted them to think he was with me, and, as far as I know, they still believe I have him somewhere.”

“That's actually… Genius,” Comp says, looking impressed.

“You’ll give us your friend's name and any other information you’ve got. Sooner or later, they will realize you don't have him, and if they can get their hands on you, they’ll torture the information from you,” Swift says but turns his head to me when I growl. “We will make sure that never happens. We won't let them get to you, but I will know every piece of info we can get before they find out. We need the advantage of a head start.”

Lyra nods solemnly, but without much more prodding, she gives him the information he wants. She doesn't believe we can find them based on how she looks at him. What she doesn't realize is we don't just have Comp. We have Ghost and his team. One way or another, we will find the trail. Once that's done, we are all dismissed. Without another word, I stand, throwing my woman over my shoulder and heading straight to my room, even at the laughter following me from my brothers.

“For Heaven's sake, I can damn well walk, you big brute,” Lyra says, but this time she doesn't struggle.

“Holding on by a thread, Toots. I suggest you go with the flow before I lose fucking control,” I tell her, muttering in almost a whisper. “Fuck, how did I become Loki? Now I know why I catch him and Halle fucking in the most random places.”

I take off down the hallways, each step followed by some jeer or joke from the Brothers still in the common room. Lyra simply laughs and smacks my ass as we walk away, and I can’t help but bounce her on my shoulder a bit more than is strictly necessary. She cackles in response and attempts to work her hand under the waistband of my jeans to squeeze my ass as I reach our door.

“None of that. We’ve serious business to attend to!” I scold, giving her ass a firm slap before reaching to push open the door.

“Oh, yes, so very important that it required that little show of ridiculousness back there?” she teases.

“As I said, we have serious matters to address that will require my full attention and none of them are allowed to distract me,” I say, forcing as much seriousness into my tone as possible through the blinding smile I can’t seem to keep off my face as I step into the room and kick the door closed behind us.

“You know, I really should be pissed at you for cave-manning me like that. I didn’t even get a chance to say hi to any of the women after church let out before you carried me off to have your wicked way with me,” she teases after I drop her onto the center of my bed.

“You gonna punish a man for being eager?” I ask, goading her with a smirk as she stands and saunters toward me.

She hums thoughtfully as she presses her palms against my chest, turning me and guiding me back toward the edge of the bed. I stare at her intently, following her lead without hesitation and sitting when the back of my knees connect with the mattress. Without a word, she drops to her knees in front of me, and I can’t hold back the growl of an inhale at the sight.

To my utter disappointment, she bypasses the button of my jeans, dragging her hands lightly over my thighs and knees, and stops at my boots, working them off and tossing them aside. Once she has them off, she sits back on her heels and looks up at me, gently gliding her hands up my calves. “As much as I love being back and can’t wait to settle in again, I think I like your little punishment idea,” she says with an evil smirk.

“Oh really? Whatcha have in mind, Toots?” I goad.

“Something to shut that ridiculous mouth of yours for a bit,” she snarks, trailing her hands up over my thighs, stopping just before reaching my groin. The bulge in my jeans is getting painful at this point, and only millimeters from where her fingers rest, betraying the calm exterior I am trying to hold on to. I haven’t seen this teasing side of her before, and fuck if I don’t love it.

“Shut me up, huh? Might I offer a suggestion?” I ask, sinking my hand into her hair and using my hold to tip her face up to mine fully.

“Whatcha have in mind?” she parrots my words back to me, her words breathless. I flex my fingers in my hold and watch as she bites back a groan and a smile.

Letting the heat and desire burning inside me bubble to the surface, I feel my eyes darken as I lean into her, pausing with my lips just hovering above hers and say in a voice that is pure liquid fire, “Get that perfect ass up here, and sit on my fucking face, Toots.”

I swear her eyes roll back in her head, and she whimpers at my words. I can’t hold back the chuckle that rumbles in my throat at her reaction. I watch, not even attempting to hold back my laugh as I watch her scramble to her feet and rip every last stitch of clothing from her body in record time. Another time, I want to draw it out, and enjoy each new inch of skin she reveals for me, but I am not going to complain about her being just as frantic and eager for it as I am this time around.

Lyra flops onto the bed next to me in a slightly tangled heap as she kicks the last of her jeans and panties off, and looks up at me, pupils blown wide with desire. “Off,” she all but growls as she gestures to the admittedly ridiculous amount of clothing I am still wearing. I strip off in record time and am laid out next to her in the span of only a few breaths.

My gorgeous girl wastes no time crawling to her knees next to me, and the weight of her gaze as she takes in my entire body laid out like a feast for her is a physical weight that sets my cock pulsing and twitching where it stands straight up, begging for her attention. The quirk of her lips tells me the little wave my dick just gave her didn’t go unnoticed, and she goes to lean down and say hello. While I want nothing more than to feel those sweet lips around my length, I believe I was promised something else. I give her ass a firm slap to draw her attention back to me. She shoots me a questioning brow, wondering why the hell I would stop her.

“I believe I’m waiting for a punishment there, toots,” I taunt, an evil smirk tugging at my lips. Lyra whimpers, licking her lips again, clearly torn between what to do next. Wanting to help her decision along, I land another resounding smack on her ass and hold her challenging gaze. “I said, come sit on my fuckin’ face, woman, and smother me with that perfect little pussy.”

I watch with smug satisfaction as her resolve melts and she all but scrambles up the bed, crawling over me and settles a knee on each side of my head, her feet resting over my shoulders. She holds onto the headboard in front of her before looking down her body and catching my eyes. Her pupils are completely blown and she is sucking in deep breaths that match my own. I take another deep, long inhale through my nose, arching my neck and straining to make contact as she hovers over me. My fingers sink into her ass, and I growl, tugging at her to sink down for me.

When she doesn’t move, I go all but feral. “Lyra,” I growl, deeper and more menacing than I have ever used with her. That one word, combined with the look in my eyes, must do the trick because she lowers herself slightly, clearly intending to keep most of her weight off me. Like fuckin’ hell she will. As soon as she moves, I pounce, lifting my head to make contact with her sweet pussy and wrap my arms around her hips to drag her down. She may be on top, but there is no mistaking who is in control. The instant my lips connect with her center, I devour her. My tongue sweeps out and laps at her before closing my lips around her clit, worrying the little bead between them until my Tootsie is screaming my name.

Time ceases as I work her over, reducing her to a writhing, screaming mass above me. My lips and tongue work her expertly, driving her up before backing off just enough to keep her riding that razor’s edge for an eternity. There is no holding back the grunts and groans and satisfied moans her taste and the feel of her against me are dragging from me, and if the almost constant gush of sweetness from her is any indication, she appreciates my vocalness.

I have no idea how long I have her riding the edge like that, but I can tell I have her close to where I want her. Her entire body is shaking, I can feel beads of sweat tracing down her spine, and I am pretty sure she is no longer saying actual words as she begs and pleads with me to let her come. She makes the mistake of looking back down at me at one point, and all I do is wink as I suck her clit into my mouth again, driving her that much higher. Before she can process the move, my fingers sink further into the curve of her hips, pulling her more firmly against me as I redouble my efforts on her clit, sucking it and flicking it rapidly with my tongue. I see her eyes actually roll back as she convulses above me. Her orgasm rockets through her, and to my surprise and absolute delight, a wave of wetness gushes out of her to meet me, and I drink every last drop down, lapping at the sweetness of her orgasm as she collapses against the headboard, boneless and wrung out.

When the last of her orgasm fades, I gently slide out from under her and guide her down against the pillows, letting her relax back and sink into the mattress as she rides out the high. Her glazed-over gaze meets mine as I settle over her, my hips slotting perfectly into the space between her thighs as she automatically wraps her legs around me.

Leaning down, I claim her lips in a devastating kiss as I finally push into her, sinking myself to the hilt and simply holding her there. Our kiss melts into something deeper, less urgent, and more profound as our bodies entwine fully. For the first time in the months since she has been gone, hell, maybe for the first time ever, I feel a soul-deep peace wash over me with Lyra wrapped around me so completely. We fit. This is how it should be, how it always should be.