Page 29 of Risk (Mayhem Makers: MMM #3)
CHAPTER
TWENTY-EIGHT
McKenna
When I hear the roar of engines, I run down the hallway and stand in the mouth of the common room. When they all stroll in minus three, I send Kodiak a confused look.
“He needed some time to clear his head,” Kodiak tells me as he places his hand on my shoulder. “He’s going to need you when he gets back.”
“What happened, Kodiak?” I ask, fear streaming through me.
“All I can tell you is things didn’t go our way but I’ll be rectifying that as soon as I can. I promise you, McKenna, we’re all on your side and you will be free by the time this is all said and done.”
“But at what price?” I query. “I don’t want anybody getting hurt because of me.”
“You let us worry about that, okay?” he pleads. “I have a plan but in order for it to work, I need you to help me keep Risk in line.”
I let loose a very unlady-like snort because no one has the capability to keep Risk in line, he walks his own path and nobody can deviate him from it—especially when he has his mind set on something. “I’ll do my best but you know how he is.”
“You’ll have the toughest job out of all of us. I know what I’m asking is a lot, but if we let him off his leash, we may lose him,” Kodiak warns.
A sob gets caught in my throat because if Risk is that far gone, things are much worse than I ever believed them to be. “Okay, Kodiak.”
“Atta girl,” he says, squeezing my shoulder. “I’ll be at my house with Luna and Jett if you need me.”
I nod my head as he walks away. The only way I can think of to redirect Risk is to sex him up.
An idea sparks in my mind so I rush back up to our room to set the scene.
“Please let this work,” I beg the galaxy.
I can’t lose him, not now. I just got him back and let my fears of moving forward with him go.
It doesn’t take long to get the candles positioned around the room and lit.
I found them underneath the bathroom sink where he stores them in case there’s a power outage.
For some strange reason I can’t comprehend, I packed a couple of my sultry nighties and all of my silk scarves and draped a couple of them over the two lamps in the room for a more romantic setting.
There’s a subdued glow in the room, perfect for seduction.
I wanted this to happen more naturally instead of planned or plotted but I’m desperate to keep my man from losing himself in his anger.
I’m in my favorite negligée, one I never used on set because there was something special about this particular one and I didn’t want it tainted by viewers of my channel.
The stage is set, I’m bathed, lotioned, powered, and perfumed.
The only thing missing is my husband. While I wait for his return, I think about our past, before I was caught back in Marshall’s snare once again.
The sexual chemistry we had was off the charts.
My biggest concern is that I've had a baby since we were together last, and my body, while still trim because of what I’ve been forced to do, has definitely changed.
Artful lighting and sexy lingerie, as well as body makeup, covers up the stretchmarks I got from carrying Phoenix.
They’re marks I bear proudly, knowing that my body carried our child, but I remember how Risk was before when he’d marvel about how silky smooth and soft my skin was.
It’s not like that any longer, unfortunately, especially since I have a scar that runs from hip to hip thanks to the cesarean I had to have when both Phoenix and I went into distress.
Up until that point, I was handling the labor just fine thanks to whatever drug they put in the epidural I received, but when my blood pressure rose and Phoenix’s heartrate dropped, the doctor didn’t waste any time cutting me open and getting my son out of me.
I’m so lost in thought, I don’t hear the door open then softly close until I hear, “What’s all this, Vixen?”
Turning my gaze toward him, I see the heated look in his eyes and despite the things I’ve been forced to do, I find myself blushing. “Hey,” I whisper as he moves closer to the bed where I’m seductively sprawled out.
“Fuck, you’re a sight for sore eyes, Kenna,” he murmurs. “If I’d known you’d be waiting for me like this, I would’ve come back sooner.”
“Kodiak said you needed to ride to clear your head. Is it clear now?” I ask.
“Well, one is, but the other has some ideas now,” he teases, causing me to glance down at his crotch. Seeing the bulge behind his jeans has me smirking because my man’s packing some serious heat.
“Oh really?” I purr. “Need any help with that?” I question, nodding at his confined dick.
“Naw, I’ve got this,” he replies. Before I can blink my eyes, he’s down to his boxer briefs and crawling up the bed toward me. When he grabs my ankles and pulls them out from the side of me so they’re straight, I sigh.
“Risk?”
“Yeah, babe?” he murmurs as his hands run up and down my legs.
Right now, I’m glad I had the stupid laser surgery to get rid of my hair on my legs. That fucker, Marshall, wanted me to do my pussy as well, but I balked at that, not wanting to look like a prepubescent girl, so that’s neatly trimmed.
“Things are um… a bit different on me these days,” I admit.
“I’d expect they would be seeing as you had a baby, Vixen,” he retorts. “You could stand to gain a good fifteen to twenty pounds, too, because some of those delectable curves I always loved are missing.”
I giggle because he used to try to feed me every time he could, saying he needed something to grip when he was pounding inside of me. He definitely knows what he likes, and since I don’t have to live under the strict edicts of a madman anymore, I can indulge my husband.
“I’ll need to buy new jeans if I do that,” I warn.
“As if I can’t afford to buy you as many wardrobes as you’ll ever need,” he scoffs. “Now, lean back but keep your eyes on me, Vixen, as I reacquaint myself with one of my favorite parts of you.”
I prop myself on my elbows so I can see what he’s doing. That’s one thing about him, he’s domineering in the bedroom. He’s not a Dom by any stretch of the imagination, he just likes to take control and after all the worrying I’ve done these past years, I’m willing to let him take charge.
“Damn, I really like this thing you’re wearing,” he muses, his hands lightly stroking my inner thighs.
“Fuck it, I’ll buy you more of these,” he announces as he rips my thong panty off of me, leaving me bare to his gaze.
“There she is,” he coos, leaning in and swiping his tongue through my folds.
“Fuck,” he moans out, “you’re so fucking wet already, Kenna. ”
I smirk because he’s been on my mind. Well, actually, this has been on my mind and those thoughts were enough to get my engine revving. “Risk,” I breathe out as he pushes my legs further apart. When his gaze meets mine, he winks, which sends a shudder of desire coursing through me.
As he continues his assault on my pussy, adding fingers to the mix, it gets more and more difficult to remain upright.
The noises he’s making are ramping up my desire, but when his fingers stroke across my G-spot, I explode, my orgasm rushing through me like a tidal wave.
Instead of backing off, he increases his thrusts, timing his tongue flicks across my clit with the in and out motion of his fingers until I’m coming again, keening out his name.
No longer able to stay up on my elbows, I flop back as echoes of my release ebb and flow through me.
He gently kisses my clit before he starts moving up my body, stopping briefly to kiss across my scar.
As he moves up, he brings my negligée up with him until he pulls it over my head and tosses it aside.
“Look at that rosy chest,” he murmurs, leaning in to kiss me. My skin’s so fair that my chest, neck, and cheeks flush in the heat of the moment. Risk always considered it a challenge to see what shade of pink he could get me to turn. “But it’s not red enough yet, Vixen.”
Before I can open my mouth to tell him to fuck me, he leans down and begins lavishing attention on my breasts, moving back and forth until both nipples are swollen and distended. He peers at them then grins at me. “That’s much better. Did you need something, Kenna?”
By now, I’m clawing at the bedsheets, my body strung so tight thanks to his ministrations.
I can’t speak. Hell, I can barely look at him.
Finally, hoping I get my point across, I reach down and grab his dick, which is now bare, meaning he slipped his briefs off when I wasn’t paying attention and squeeze.
“I want this in me now, please,” I grind out. “Please, fill my pussy, Risk. I need you.”
“As you wish, my beautiful wife,” he whispers, his voice husky and full of promise. “Just know that it’s going to be a long night.”
“Sounds good. Now fuck me, husband,” I demand. When he notches his dick at my entrance, I nearly weep, especially when he deliberately enters me so slowly I want to scream. “Tease me later, Risk.”
“Such a demanding woman I’ve got,” he muses, smirking at me. “Guess since you did say please, I should give you what you want.”
After that, no words are spoken as he powers into my waiting channel, filling me so full, it’s almost painful.
I’d forgotten just how girthy he was and the toys I used to use pale in comparison to the real thing.
Wrapping my legs around his waist shifts the angle and I briefly see stars as each downward thrust brushes across my magic button.
But when he adds a swivel to his hips and his pubic bone presses against my clit, my pussy clenches around him as I scream out his name while I fly into the stratosphere.
As I slowly come back to earth, I find him losing control as he chases his own release. When he roars out my name, another orgasm hits me and I bite into his shoulder since my throat is now raw from screaming his name.
Long delicious minutes later, cocooned in his arms with my head on his chest, I try to get my breathing to calm down. He’s about the same as his heart pounds underneath my ear. “Wow,” I finally utter.
“Wow is right,” he replies. “So much for slow and steady this first time,” he mutters.
I start giggling. “Risk, we never ever managed to do the whole slow thing before, remember? We might have started out that way, but we always got caught up in how good it felt.”
“This is true,” he says, turning his head to kiss my temple. “I hope you’re ready for more.”
“Fuck yeah,” I reply. “Ready when you are, babe.”