Page 43 of Killer Confections (Syndicate Killers #1)

Atlas

I get two days alone with my beautiful wife before it’s back to reality. I don’t plan to waste a fucking second of it either.

Waking up next to the love of my life isn’t something I ever imagined for myself.

But as I open my eyes and take in Loxley’s red-golden hair sprawled over my chest, her face slack with a deep sleep, I realize I’ve made it.

I’m beyond grateful for this and every day with her is all I’ve ever dreamed of.

I don’t know what I did in a previous life to be so deserving of her love, but I want to strive to keep it for the rest of our lives. I lost her once and I never plan to make that same mistake again.

I run my fingers through her soft strands, soaking her in before her eyes open. Here, at this moment, everything is right in the world. Loxley on my chest, in the house I built for her, and my ring on her finger.

Perfect .

She groans gently, turning her face into my chest before lifting a hand to rub the sleep from her eyes. “Watching me sleep is a little creepy.”

I snort. “I’ve done far creepier, remember?”

She peers up at me, locks of shiny hair falling into her eyes. “Can’t forget that you bugged my apartment.”

“That was for your safety,” I defend. At her raised brow, I add, “And because I love watching you.”

She rolls her eyes, but I see her lips twitch as she scoots toward her end table and grabs her phone. She frowns at the screen before turning it off and tossing it aside.

“What’s wrong?” I ask, pulling her back to me so I can hold her a little longer.

She sighs, resting her head on my shoulder before leaning forward and giving me a kiss. “Addie hasn’t texted me since yesterday. Has Rowan said anything to you?”

I frown and reach over for my device. I have no new messages or any kind of update from my brother. “I’m sure they’re fine. They probably stopped at a hotel last night. It was pretty late in the afternoon when Rowan left.”

She nibbles on her lower lip, nodding. She still seems on edge about Addison not getting back with her, but if I know my brother, Loxley’s friend is in the best hands.

Rowan would have called if he had thought there was any danger or if anything happened.

He’s extremely predictable and by the books, so I know Addison is safe.

If she weren’t, Rowan would have had half the syndicate out on the roads last night.

“They’re fine, baby,” I reassure her. Those deep brown doe eyes find mine and I could stare into them for a lifetime. “I promise. If they aren’t back by lunch, I’ll call Rowan.”

She nods, lifting her hand to her mouth, and I grab her wrist. “Don’t bite your nails. You only do that when something is wrong and nothing is wrong.”

She groans before turning into my shoulder and rolling over to her stomach. “I hate that you know me so well. How am I supposed to spiral with you around?”

I smile. “You don’t. You let me handle it and you don’t worry about it.”

She turns to narrow her eyes at me. “How am I not supposed to worry about my best friend’s safety?”

“You don’t worry about it because she’s fine and you have something else you need to concern yourself with.” I flip her over, yanking her hips up and placing her on her knees.

She gasps, her hands curling into the comforter as she looks over her shoulder at me .

“Keep your face in the pillows like a good girl while I eat breakfast,” I command.

My T-shirt she wore to bed has ridden up and is bunched near her shoulders, exposing her pale, freckled back.

All that’s left covering her is the black panties over her pussy that I use a thumb to push aside.

I get a beautiful view of puffy, pink folds that beg to be tasted.

I use both hands to spread her wide and take in the view. My fucking mouth waters for her.

Her hips rock slightly back on my hands, and I know she’s growing impatient. She wants my touch beyond reason now and I plan to give her just what she needs.

I run a finger along her seam, collecting the glistening arousal that’s coating her petals. She moans sleepily, her hips jerking back.

I slap her ass, watching the way it jiggles and reveling in her little scream. Her right cheek turned a heated red and I groan in delight.

“Stop moving,” I command playfully. “Or I’ll stretch your ass out next.”

She shivers under me, turning to look over her shoulder with an innocent expression. She bats those thick lashes at me, her pink lips slightly wet and swollen like she’s been biting them. “I’ve never had my ass stretched…”

Holy. Fuck.

She’s just divulged the most dangerous information she could to her partner.

Who is doing free use on her today. Her ass has never been touched and the idea of being the first and only one with the privilege is making me far more aggressive than I planned to be first thing in the morning.

I wanted to go slow and be gentle with her, but that all evaporates right before my eyes as I lean over her.

“You want me to fill all of your fucking holes, Loxley?” I taunt, biting the flesh of her neck enough to elicit a yelp from her. “Oh, we can do that, baby. You don’t have to tell me twice. Let’s get you ready. You’re gonna be dripping with my cum by the time the day is up. ”

She lets out a gargled sound, shooting a concerned look over her shoulder. “How do we get me ready— OH !”

She gasps as I spread her ass and spear her tight ring of muscle. My thumb finds her clit, circling lazily as I stretch her ass and fuck her with my tongue.

Her face presses into the pillows as her cheeks turn flush. Her mouth is open, the sweet sounds of pleasure falling from her as the morning light shines down across her hair in rays.

I eat her like a man starved, lapping and stroking into her body as I strum her clit. When her pussy quivers and she clenches on nothing, an impatient, breathless sound grumbles through her before I chuckle.

“So fucking greedy for me,” I growl as I shove two fingers knuckle deep into her core. I continue tonguing her ass, letting her consume me entirely.

“Oh, fuck !” She rasps before her channel and ass tightens around me.

She crests higher and higher until she finally falls, legs shaking and back bowing with her release.

Her ragged, almost pained scream echoes off the walls of our home, bringing me intense satisfaction as the fingers pumping in and out of her turn sloppy with her mess.

Wetness dribbles from her and I lick it up greedily, savoring her taste as she quakes beneath me. Her dainty hands fist so tightly in the sheets she nearly rips a hole in them.

When she finally goes boneless, I pull my hands and face away from her before covering her back and pressing a slow, dominating kiss to her swollen lips.

She looks dazed and unfocused when I pull away, and I smile. “How does French toast sound? I know it’s still your favorite.”

“Hmm?” She blinks languidly, staring at me like my words are offensive to her.

I tuck a strand of sweaty hair behind her ear. “French toast? You know, bread soaked in eggs and cinnamon that you pan-fry— ”

She catches my lips mid-sentence between her thumb and index finger, silencing me. “I know what it is, jackass. I can hardly think straight when you do that to me.”

I’m cheesing so hard my cheeks hurt. My chest swells with pride as she releases me. “Then I’m doing it right.” I wink.

She smiles shyly. “Excellent form. And yes, I would kill for some French toast right now.” She looks at me pointedly and I snort.

“Mrs. Kingsley, was that an assassin joke?”

She mocks a bow. “It sure was.”

I shake my head, giving her cheek a quick kiss before I push from the bed. “You’re gonna need the carbs today to keep your energy up.”

Her tongue darts out, swiping at her bottom lip as her eyes trail down to my tented boxer-briefs.

“Are you sure you don’t want to relieve that before making breakfast?

” she reaches out, stroking my cock firmly and making it pulse.

“I can help you…” She crawls to me before I can answer and nuzzles her face against my bulge.

I fist her hair as she presses kisses to me while working her hand over my shaft.

I tap her cheek. “Take me out and open up.”

She complies, hands working quickly to yank my boxer briefs down. When I spring free, she takes me until her nose touches my stomach and my head rolls back against my shoulders.

“You look so beautiful like this,” I praise as I pump my hips and make her choke on me. “Mouth stuffed full and tears rolling down your cheeks for me. All for me .”

I make her head bob quickly, using her throat as she gags around me. It doesn’t take long until the vase of my spine tingles and I feel my balls draw up with my impending release.

I push as deep as I can down her throat, holding her there as I groan and make her swallow every last drop.

I pull free with a pop before smiling down at her and gripping her chin. My thumb smears her pretty tears across her cheeks as she stares at me with wide, lust-drunk eyes. “Let’s get some food into you before I lock you away and use you like the fucking animal I am.”

She nods obediently— eagerly —before I take her hand and lead her into the kitchen.