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Chapter Twenty-Five
Aleko
“ A bsolutely not. Out of the fucking question.” I slash a hand in the space between Mackenzie and me as we face off, for good measure. It’s my final say.
With a dramatic flare, my wife raises her hands, the pads of her fingers forming a triangle, and slowly brings them down in front of her chest as she takes a deep breath and closes her eyes. She can try to be all zen and shit by pretending she’s meditating to be able to handle my over-the-top ways but it won’t change the fact that she is not fucking spending the evening with someone I do not trust.
“Okay.” During her little pause, like she’s searching for the words that won’t set me off, I do my own little calming ritual by placing my hands on my hips and lowering my head so she can’t see the daggers in my eyes. “ I feel as though it would help me to better understand the situation if I had more information.”
Shaking my head, I try really fucking hard not to laugh at her attempt at being non-confrontational when I know for a fact what she really wants to say is closer to something like: “Don’t you fucking boss me around, you asshole.” I applaud her efforts, though, so I try to do the same.
“I don’t trust her. I don’t understand why she’s hell bent on being your friend when I’m the one who killed her step-son and we”—my hand in the air does a half circle to include all the brothers in my statement—“are the reason her husband is gone.” Again, I shake my head, because as I repeat these words, they still hold true.
“But, baby, I think that’s why she wants to hang out. I really think you saved her life. She’s free now. She’s turning Risus Pharmaceuticals around, and from what I’ve heard, there are less and less deaths happening every day.” Everything she says makes sense but my gut feelings don’t lie.
As the enforcer of the club, I strongly rely on my first impressions of people. I don’t trust easily and reading people is one of my greatest talents. I love a confident, independent woman…hell, I married one and she’s perfect this way, but Emily Beaufort doesn’t sit well with me.
“Case in point. You and me. You were my enemy’s sister but my gut told me you were nothing like him. I trusted you from the get go.” I can’t help raising the back of my hand to her face and caressing her cheek. Fuck, I love this woman.
“Yeah,” Mackenzie scoffs at my words while I’m too distracted by the soft feel of her skin. “That wasn’t your gut talking, baby, that was your dick succumbing to my magical pussy.”
My soft caress turns to something more possessive as my hand slides to her neck and my fingers curl around her throat. “My dick and my gut both agree that your magical pussy needs a little reminding of who’s in charge here.”
“God, yes.” Fuck, I love it when she becomes so pliable in my hold.
“On your knees, Cherry, and open wide. I want to see the back of your throat.” Without a second’s hesitation, my sweet Cherry kneels onto the plush carpet—I had it replaced so she wouldn’t hurt herself—and gives me the perfect view of her spread lips and flat tongue, ready to swallow my dick like a good girl.
Unzipping my jeans, I pull out my cock, hard and ready to pound, before gripping the back of her head and pushing my entire shaft inside her mouth in one slow and agonizing go. Immediate tears spring to her eyes as she keeps them wide open for me to see the windows into her love-filled soul.
“Fuck, you’re so beautiful with your mouth full of my cock.”
In and out, I fuck her mouth with slow, deliberate thrusts and bite my bottom lip every time she moans to hold myself back from coming all over her gorgeous face.
“So, here’s what’s going to happen, Cherry baby. I’m going to talk and fuck while you listen and suck.” She chokes a little on my words, and to be fair, I didn’t mean to rhyme but fuck it. Pulling back, I watch as the saliva gathered at the corners of her mouth drips slowly down her chin and falls onto her chest before I push right back inside.
This time I’m not gentle.
This time, I press my groin to her nose and grind my scent into her face so that she can smell me for days, even after she’s showered and brushed her teeth.
“I’m not going to order you around outside of the bedroom, but consider this.” My thrusts become a little more frantic as I fuck her mouth faster and faster. “We’ve been down this road, baby.” Fuck, I don’t know how long I’m going to last. “And the only thing that matters to me is your safety.”
Mackenzie’s only response is to grab my ass cheeks, fingernails digging into my flesh, and keep me deep inside her mouth. My will evaporates as my orgasm explodes right down her throat in long strands of cum, over and over again.
It’s only when she lets me go that I pull out just enough to have the tip of my dick at the entrance of her mouth. “Tongue out.”
She obeys so beautifully when we’re like this.
The last of my cum jets over her tongue and I can’t help replacing my dick with my fingers and spreading my seed over her lips like the possessive asshole I am.
“You’re mine, Cherry baby. I will kill any man or woman who tries to take you away or hurt you, even if it’s a little bit.” Falling to my own knees, I slam my mouth to hers and share my love with her with a kiss that has us both feeling lightheaded. I know, because her hands fly up to my shirt as she tries to hold on.
“Now, lie down and spread your legs. I’m hungry.”
“Fucking hell, I thought you’d never ask.”
Her pajama bottoms are so light and flimsy that I’m afraid I’d rip them off in my eagerness to get to her pussy. From the way she’s fighting them off, I’d say she doesn’t actually give a flying fuck. My wife wants to come. As my mouth latches on to her lips, I moan with how fucking soaked she is.
Wrapping my arms around her hips, I bury my entire face between her thighs and feast on her cunt like she’s the only reason I’ll survive this day, or this life. When her walls squeeze my tongue while I fuck her and lick her and bite her swollen clit, I can’t hold back my groan, and wonder if she’s going to make me come all over again just from the taste of her.
“Fuck, yes. Right there…right….fucking…th—” Her orders are interrupted as I add two fingers to the mix and seek out the deepest part of her that makes her come so hard she squirts in my mouth. Curling my fingers, I hold her down as she begins bucking and crying out with her pending orgasm.
I can’t speak but my fingers dig into her skin and my message is loud and fucking clear.
“Give me your cum, right fucking now.”
“Yes, Aleko, yes, yes, yes!” Bolting off the floor, I follow her movement, smack her ass cheek with my free hand—the other still fucking her relentlessly—and keep my mouth latched on to her delicious cunt as she comes and comes right onto my tongue.
Only when she begins to relax do I kiss her swollen pussy lips and hum in pure, unhindered, satisfaction.
“Come here.”
I obey, just as she did earlier, getting on all fours right over her body while she rests on the carpet. Then she mimics my earlier gesture by putting her fingers in my mouth and spreading her cum over my lips.
This time, when I kiss her, it’s gentle and loving and full of the respect I will always have for her.
“How about we compromise?” For a second, I’m confused by her words, then realize she’s about to use my post-orgasmic brain against me.
“Hmm, you say compromise but I’m pretty sure I’m about to lose this argument.” Peppering kisses over her chin and neck and shoulders, I’m almost certain I’m not going to like what she proposes but will go along with it anyway.
“How about I get to keep my date with Emily and you come along with me?” My brain can’t find a reason to say no so, of course, I give in.
“All right. Deal.” It’s going to be Hell but if it makes my wife happy then…fuck it.
“Yay! You’ll see, you’re going to change your mind.”
“Doubtful.”
I was right. My mind is not changing as we walk into some swanky French restaurant where the entirety of the patrons are looking at me as we make our way to our table. In the far back corner, I see Emily typing furiously on her phone, her jaw set and brows furrowed. Pretty sure we could have an orgy in this place and she wouldn’t notice, that’s how intense she looks.
“Sir, can I take your…um, jacket?” The host raises his hands to, I’m guessing, take my cut and hang it up somewhere, but the growl that escapes me has him jumping back. Smart kid.
“You can take mine!” Mackenzie shrugs hers off and hands it over. Poor guy is completely overwhelmed since we’re not acting like we should be and letting him take it off our hands.
Ask me if I care.
Leading Mackenzie by the hand, I’m thinking the sooner we get seated and eat, the sooner I can get my dessert back home. That was part of our compromise. I’d go, I’d be nice, then we’d go home and I’d get to make her come so many times she begs me to stop.
It may sound like she’s getting the better end of the deal but my dick was leading the negotiations and we were all quite happy with the stakes.
“I’ve gotta go.” As Emily hangs up on whomever she had on the other end of the line, her face morphs from stressed to jovial and sweet. Yeah, I don’t buy it.
“Hey, Mackenzie, so glad you could make it.” The girls hug and it’s longer than I’d like and it’s just…not sitting right. Also, I’m the only one who calls my Cherry by her full name. Everyone else has a cute, short version, but I love all the letters of her name.
“I hope we’re not too late.” I don’t miss the slight blush on my Cherry Pie’s cheeks and it only makes me feel proud that we are, in fact, late because I was eating her pussy like some ancient Greek feast. “You remember Aleko, right?”
And this is the moment of truth. Her reaction to me will say a lot.
“Yes, of course.” We hesitate for a second when she takes the slightest step forward, like she wants to hug, and I put a quick end to that shit.
I don’t like people touching what’s mine but I also do not like people touching what’s Mackenzie’s, and every inch of me belongs to her. Without hesitation, I put out my hand, forcing Emily to shake it.
“Howya doin’?” My question is innocent enough, but that shift in her mood throws up a whole bunch of red flags for me. Her answer will determine everything.
Correction: the way she answers will be telling.
“Argh, don’t get me started. Please, sit. I’ve taken the liberty of ordering some wine. I hope that’s okay?” Sweeping the room with my gaze, I hope to fuck this meal will be quick because stuffy people aren’t my jam, and because wearing leathers and jeans isn’t the preferred attire for this restaurant, our neighbors are being all fucking snobbish and rude.
“Oh, um. I’ll just take water, if that’s okay.” My smirk is like a fucking billboard advertising my wife’s pregnancy, and although we decided to keep it discreet this time, I won’t downplay my pride. Not when it concerns my Cherry. Never.
“I’m driving.” Draping my arm over the back of Cherry’s chair, I kiss her temple. “I’ll nurse a beer during the whole meal.”
Emily blinks, opening her mouth to answer when the server brings over a bottle of red with a fancy label on it. Castle and all.
“ Servez-vous de la bière ?” Now, my French is rusty at best, but I get the jist. She’s asking if they serve beer and I’m already anticipating the answer, they’ll serve the most expensive beers in the world, no home grown here.
Here’s the thing: my entire childhood was spent in Greece. My parents were loaded and when they died, my brother got everything. I’ve had the best wines, the best cheeses, the best pastries and the ultimate caviar on the market. The day I put a bullet through my brother’s head, I gave all of that shit up because, to me, it represents greed, violence, and the destruction of human life. My family gave nothing back to society, they only took.
So, yeah. I know all about the one percent of our society and I want nothing to do with them.
“ Oui, madame .” He turns to me like he already knows who to address for this.
The list of beers is mainly Belgian or German so I choose the one brand that rings a bell.
“I hope you’re not too uncomfortable, I really love the food here and the portions are perfect.” Yeah, doubtful, lady. A plateful for me is not the same as a plateful for Cherry. Well, to be fair, these days she’s giving me a run for my money.
“We’re not used to all the fancy pancy but we’ll adapt, right, baby?” When Cherry turns to me, eyes bright and expectant, I can’t disappoint her.
“That’s right. We can adapt to any environment.” I catch the eye of some guy sitting ten feet away who looks like he’s just tasted horse shit. “Even a hostile one.” I could give the guy the finger but I choose peace and blow him a kiss.
I’m pretty sure he just passed out.
“Are you sick, Mac? I’m sure I’ve seen you drink alcohol before.” I don’t respond to Emily’s question, I leave it to Mackenzie to decide if or when she wants to talk about the pregnancy.
“No, nothing like that.” Emily is smiling, her pearly whites on display. “It’s just the pregnancy.” Well, there goes the no telling anyone yet plan.
Emily’s face falls for the briefest of seconds. The only reason I even see it is because I’ve been watching every one of her moves and facial expressions. Not a second later, she’s smiling again, except this time it looks a tiny bit forced. The lines at the corners of her eyes aren’t as deep and the strain on her cheeks as she tries to hold it tells me she’s putting on a show to make my Cherry feel good.
“Oh, right. That’s right.” So much for being discreet.
“Have you told everyone, Cherry?” I’m going for light but it comes out a little frustrated.
I’m not sure how to interpret Emily’s reaction. Not only that, but I’m surprised to know Cherry already told her.
When we lost the baby all those months ago, I remember Mackenzie pretending she was okay with certain conversations, trying to make others feel more comfortable even though she was in so much pain inside.
This chick is giving me those vibes and I hate that I’m sympathizing with her right now.
The whole meal, the girls talk about Mackenzie’s plans for her riding club and, fuck me, she makes me so proud. Every time she explains where her idea comes from or where she’s imagining the club going, I just want to scream to anyone who can hear me that she’s mine and she’s perfect.
“So, I mentioned the other day that I’d be happy to sponsor you. It’s the least I can do, but also because I think it’s a great way to give back to the community.” Leaning back into my chair, I wipe my mouth with the cloth towel, hating that what I just consumed was probably the best fucking steak I’ve had in decades.
Emily wants to give Cherry money and it’s the first I’m hearing about it. Maybe it’s because I deal with criminal activities, or maybe it’s because I don’t trust anyone outside of Cherry and the club, but my mind goes directly to tax evasion or any other type of crime these big corporations like to dip their fingers into.
Nope, not happening.
“Well, I don’t think Cherry actually nee—” My wife cuts me off with a kick to the shins.
“What he means to say is, thank you, Emily.” One thing I’ve learned is that when Cherry speaks through her teeth, I just need to shut the fuck up. So I do but I’m not happy about it.
“Of course.” Emily is gracious and doesn’t call me out on my attitude, even though I don’t really care. I just want Cherry to be happy. “ Risus Pharmaceuticals would like to donate twenty thousand dollars this year.”
The table falls silent as Mackenzie’s dessert is served.
Twenty thousand? Fuck me, that’s a lot of money for someone whose club isn’t even up and running yet.
“Oh my God, Emily. I-I-Thank you. I’m not sure what to say.”
I have a couple of choice words. They start with money and end with laundering.
I’m about to say something when Emily’s phone rings. It’s not on purpose and I’m not being a creeper, but my eyes naturally fall to her screen sitting on the table.
RN.
“Sorry about that.” With lightning speed, she swipes to decline the call and before she can turn it around, I see the text message light up.
RN : You done yet?
And just like that, the small inch of trust I had evaporates.
If only Cherry could see the signs.