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SIMON

I can’t tear my eyes away from where Myra’s hands grip the front of my jeans. Can’t do much more than hold my breath as she spreads the well-worn fabric wide, revealing the jut of my rock-hard cock straining against the cotton of my black boxer briefs.

She doesn’t even hesitate as she reaches for the waistband, her fingers skimming over my skin as they slip under the elastic.

I’ve spent the past week being very careful.

Ensuring we didn’t have a repeat performance of the shower debacle.

It’s obvious I can’t be trusted when it comes to having Myra’s hands on me, so I’ve done everything in my power to keep her distracted and boneless enough she’d fall asleep easily, saving me from facing another test I knew I would fail.

Until now.

Myra gives my underwear a little tug, freeing the solid line of my dick. Her eyes widen, snapping me out of the haze of desire keeping me frozen in place.

“My.” I’m so fucking conflicted right now. Giving her what she wants goes against all the plans I have to show her how good I can be to her. How different I am from what she had before. “You don’t have to?—”

“I know.” One finger lifts to slowly drag down the side of my dick. “And that makes all the difference.”

There’s no time to brace. No time to prepare. Not even a spare second to find something to hold onto. Myra’s leaned so far forward that all it takes is a little shift and her lips are wrapped around me, soft and smooth and fucking perfect.

“Fuck.” I can’t move my eyes from where she’s swallowing me down. When her hair falls, hiding my view, I automatically glide one hand through the strands, pinning them between my palm and the back of her head. She looks so fucking pretty right now. Mouth stretched wide, lips glistening and wet.

Getting head has never been one of my favorite things—coming from it has always been nearly impossible—but its rank is climbing higher with each move Myra makes. And when her eyes lift to my face, locking onto mine as she takes me as deep as she can, I nearly come right down her throat.

“That’s enough.” My fingers tighten in her hair, firm but careful not to pull too much as I drag her mouth free. “No more.”

Myra’s lips are swollen and slick, pupils dilated. “But you’re not finished.”

My eyes dip to her mouth, fixing there. “It’s fine.”

Myra’s lower lip pushes out. “But you get to finish me with your mouth all the time.”

“It’s not the same, Sweetheart.” Shifting my hold to her chin, I use the pad of my thumb to wipe away a little of the wetness clinging to her skin “When you come, its fucking beautiful. When I do, it’s a fucking mess.”

Myra’s lips slowly curve into a wicked smile I didn’t know she was capable of. “The mess didn’t bother me last time.” She gives my still throbbing cock a stroke with her hand, the spit lingering on my skin making the pass sound obscenely loud and wet. “It won’t bother me this time either.”

Again, I’ve got no time to prepare before her mouth is on me again, now with more purpose. More confidence.

And it’s already quite clear she’s figured out what I like, because her eyes are on mine from the start, watching me as she stubbornly drags me right back to the edge with the heat of her mouth and the grip of her fist.

My balls pull tight as she takes me deep enough I bump the back of her throat. When it flexes around my tip, I try to shift away, once again attempting to save her from what I know is imminent.

But Myra holds tight, one hand on my dick, the other still gripping my underwear, making it impossible to escape as my cock flexes against her tongue, jerking as the first wave hits me.

The tightening of her throat muscles as she swallows amplifies the pleasure making my ears ring and my spine tingle.

Another jet of cum follows the first, spilling free as I groan her name.

The second I’m finished, I pull her off me, hand in her hair as I bring her mouth to mine. Licking into her mouth, my cock jerks at the taste of me on her tongue. At the evidence proving a part of me is now a part of her.

Dragging her onto my lap, legs straddling my thighs, I turn us to face the counter and shove my plate out of the way, fully intending to make her my meal instead.

Until the alert on my phone pings, telling me something’s moving outside Myra’s house.

Or someone.

Myra’s arms tighten around my neck, her eyes moving to where my cell sits on the counter I just planned to spread her across. “Maybe it’s one of your brothers.”

I pick up the device and thumb across the screen, opening the app to find which camera was activated and what it recorded. What I see confirms Myra’s suspicions. “You’re right. It is one of my brothers.”

Unfortunately, it’s the one I’m currently pissed as hell at.

I carefully shift her off my lap, letting her feet hit the floor before I tuck my spent dick into my pants and stand.

“And he brought a friend.”

“Thanks for not breaking in this time.” I stand at Myra’s back door, staring out at a man I’m starting to think I might not know at all. “What the fuck are you wearing?”

In all the years I’ve known Butch, I’ve never seen him in anything but jeans. Tonight he looks like some sort of fucking mercenary or something, dressed head to toe in black. Black tactical pants. Black boots. Black T-shirt. Black?—

“Is that a fucking bulletproof vest?”

“Do you just want me to stand out here while I answer all your questions, or can we at least come inside?” Butch’s eyes shift from side to side and he crowds closer to the small woman with him. “Because I’d really love to get her inside.”

If it had just been Butch, I probably would’ve let him stand his ass out there, but it’s not just him.

And while the woman with him doesn’t look afraid, she does look uncertain, and that has me feeling uneasy as hell.

Stepping back, I sweep one arm out. “Fine. But fair warning, Myra might come downstairs with her nightstand drawer again, and this time I’m not so sure I’ll stop her if she tries to hit you. ”

I’ve known something was up with him since Butch stopped coming around, but seeing what he’s wearing, and the slightly hesitant demeanor of the woman with him, absolutely confirms it.

And it’s time to get to the bottom of shit.

Closing the door, I lock it behind him. When I turn around, I focus only on the woman. “You want something to drink?”

Her eyes narrow behind the thick rims of her glasses as she looks me up and down. “I’m fine.”

Her snapped refusal has me feeling a little better about seeing her here with Butch. This woman might be small, but she doesn’t strike me as the type who would be easily kidnapped, so it’s looking like she might be here of her own free will.

“This is Becca.” Butch tips his head at the dark-haired woman beside him. “I need somewhere safe for her to stay.”

My brows lift as I cross both arms over my chest and lean back against the island. “So you came here for a favor.” I keep my glare on his face. “After breaking in and then fucking disappearing again.”

“She’s in real fucking danger, and this is the only place I know I can bring her where I won’t have to worry.” Butch lays out his reasoning.

And honestly, it only pisses me off more.

“So you brought someone being threatened by God knows who to our neighborhood where our families live?” I shake my head, releasing a bitter chuckle.

“You really don’t give a shit about us, do you?

” I straighten, dropping my arms. “I wanted to believe you weren’t a piece of shit, but I guess I should have seen the signs. ”

Becca’s eyes bounce from Butch to me and then back to Butch. Her forehead furrows in confusion. “Why would he think you’re a piece of shit?”

Butch pulls in a deep breath, his eyes closing as he lets it back out again. “Because he thinks I left everyone here behind to go join a crime syndicate.”

Becca’s eyes continue moving back and forth, like she is watching every move Butch and I make. Analyzing each one and filing it away. “Interesting.”

That has me laughing again. “Interesting isn’t the word I would use.” I spread my arms out wide. “So what happened? Did you fuck around with your new friends and find out they were way too ready to stab you in the back at the first opportunity?”

A little of my anger is shoved to one side by the bite of hurt, and it bleeds into my words. I can’t stop it. Didn’t know what was even coming.

And this Becca chick—whoever she is—doesn’t miss it.

Up until now, her expression has been a little on the chilly side, but it softens as she studies my face. After a few seconds her gaze snaps to Butch. “You have to tell him the truth.”

I’m laughing yet again because this keeps getting fucking better and better. “So she knows the truth?”

I don’t even know who this woman is—have never seen her before in my life—but she knows more about the man I lived shoulder-to-shoulder with for years than I do? A man I treated like my brother. A man we all considered family.

Myra comes into the kitchen, thankfully no longer looking like she just sucked my dick, because I would probably gouge Butch’s eyes out of his head for seeing her like that.

Her blue gaze sweeps the room before coming to rest on me. “What’s going on?”

I sent her upstairs as soon as I saw Butch and Becca on the camera, knowing how I’d react to anyone seeing her in the state she was just in. Especially when she and I haven’t firmed up the agreement between us and I can’t say she’s officially mine.

By some stroke of luck, Myra seems to have spent her time upstairs getting out of her work clothes and into something more comfortable.

Now, instead of wearing jeans and a fancy shirt, she’s sporting a pair of my sweatpants and one of my T-shirts.

So even if she’s not officially mine, it sure as hell looks like she is, and that has my hackles coming down just a little.

I still reach for her, pulling her close just in case there’s still any confusion over who takes care of her and who will cut any man that tries to steal her away. “Butch brought Becca here so we could keep her safe.”

Myra’s gaze zeroes in on Becca, her brows pinching together as she looks the smaller woman over. “Are you safe?” Her eyes jump to Butch before going back to Becca. “With him?”

Instead of answering Myra, Becca lifts her eyebrows and widens her eyes at Butch. “Well?”

Butch’s gaze lifts to the ceiling as he scrubs one hand over his face. “She’s safe with me.” His jaw sets as he barely shakes his head. Finally he turns to me. “She’s safe with me because up until about twenty-four hours ago, I was with the Memphis PD.”

I’m not sure I heard him right. “You’re a cop?”

“I was a cop.” Butch’s head drops, eyes refusing to come my way. “I’ve been undercover with them for about the last decade.”

I thought Butch leaving us to continue down the path we were all once on was the worst thing I could imagine. Believed him still being a criminal was what would break Jill’s heart.

Looks like I was real goddamn wrong.

My reaction is swift and brutal. I step into the punch as soon as I start to swing. It connects with Butch’s jaw hard, likely hurting me as much as it hurts him. He stumbles back, caught off guard by my immediate attack.

But while Butch didn’t see it coming, someone else did.

“What’s wrong with you?” Becca steps right into my path, the top of her head barely reaching my sternum as she shoves me as hard as she can. “He left everything because of you guys.”

I don’t know if she’s trying to calm me down or smooth this over, and I don’t care. I’m too busy preparing another hit. My knuckles are already going to be bruised and swollen, might as well make it worth it.

But before I can fire the next one off, something slaps me right across the face. It’s not a hand, and the smooth if flat surface stings like hell, stunning me enough to stop me in my tracks.

I look down to find Becca with one of her shoes off, holding it up like she’s ready to hit me with it again.

Before she can get in a second hit of her own, Myra jumps into the middle of the chaos, grabbing Becca by the hair and yanking her away from me.

Becca yelps, shoe dropping to the floor as both hands go to her head, trying to loosen the hold Myra has on her.

“Fucking hell.” Butch grabs for Becca, looping one arm around her waist at the same time I get my hands on Myra.

I lean into her ear as I lace my fingers alongside hers. “Let her go, Sweetheart.”

“She hurt you.” Myra grits the words out between clenched teeth. “I’m not letting anyone hurt you again.”

I don’t know how a moment like this could be one of the best of my life, but Myra just managed to make it happen. No one’s ever fought for me. Not like this.

“I’m okay.” I work a little of Becca’s hair out of her grip. “She was just looking out for Butch the same way you’re looking out for me.” I don’t fault Becca for what she did. Especially if Butch is the only person currently keeping her safe. “Let her go, baby.”

Myra’s blue eyes are blazing as they come to mine, but she slowly loosens the tight wind she has on Becca, releasing her.

Butch immediately whisks her away, keeping Becca’s back pinned to his front. I shove Myra behind me, uncertain what he might do next.

Surprising me, a slow smile works over Butch’s rapidly bruising jaw. “Nice to see you finally found a woman who’s as crazy over you as you are over her.”