Page 48 of The Midnight Club

“What’s that?”

“I get to see Maceo once before we leave New York.”

Maceo had agreed reluctantly, and Ori would never know how Alex or Maceo’s lawyer had swung it, but they had arranged for Maceo and Ori to have a private room to themselves for a few hours.

As soon as she saw him, she ran into his arms, and his lips found hers. “God, I missed you,” he murmured, and with tears in her eyes, she nodded.

“Let’s not waste time,” she said, her eyes locked onto his, “I want you,now.”

With a growl, Maceo pulled her to him and soon they were shedding their clothes, not caring that the door of the room they were in was locked from the outside.

“I need you inside me,” Ori gasped as Maceo’s cock drilled into her, her legs clamped around his hips.

It was a hard, furious, desperate fuck and afterward, Maceo stroked his hand slowly, languorously over her soft skin. He touched a fingertip to the butterfly stitches over her small wound. ’Does it hurt?”

“No. It never did. If it hadn’t been for the blood, I doubt if I would have even noticed it. It truly is nothing.” She nestled closer to him as they lay naked, using their clothes as a blanket. Maceo tightened his arms around her.

“We’ll get through this, you know.”

“I know. I’m just scared that they need a scapegoat for Tyson’s death and you’re it.”

“I’m not sorry he is dead.”

“Me neither. Hey,” she grinned up at him, “now I only have one psycho after me. Score.”

“Don’t even joke,” he said, but couldn’t help laughing at her mischievous grin. “In all seriousness, Ori, you will go with Alex, yes? Until I make bail?”

Ori sighed. “Yes, okay. If it’s what you want.”

“It is,mio caro. I hate that you have to see me like this.”

Ori propped herself up on an elbow and looked at him. “Maceo, I know you didn’t do this, but I wouldn’t have blamed you if you had. If I had had the chance to kill that man, well, maybe I would be here instead of you. But I know you didn’t.”

He stroked her face. “Non ci sono abbastanza modi in questo mondo per dire si mostra quanto ti amo.”

Ori smiled. “That’s beautiful; what does it mean?”

Maceo pressed his lips to hers. “There are not enough ways in this world to tell you how much I love you.”

Ori felt tears prickling her eyes. “Ti amo, Maceo.Ti amo.”

She straddled him, her naked body lit by the small window, her hands slipping between his legs to stroke his thickening cock. Maceo smiled lazily at her as she brushed the tip up and down her warm, wet sex before impaling herself slowly onto him, pushing her hips against his.

Maceo stroked her body as she rode him gently, never taking her eyes from his. Soon they were both sweating and groaning, driving each other towards their climax before collapsing into each other’s arms.

“Promise me something,” Ori said, as their time together drew to a close. Maceo kissed her gently.

“Anything,mi amore.”

Ori looked up at him, her eyes serious. “Don’t ever lose faith, will you? In your innocence. In the future. In us.”

Maceo smiled at her. “I promise, and the same goes for you. You and me.”

“You and me,” she said.

It was only later, when Alex was flying her in his private jet up to his house in Vermont, that Ori allowed herself a few tears. She couldn’t help feeling as if she was abandoning Maceo when he needed her the most, but he had been adamant.

“The worst thing I can imagine is something happening to you,” he said, “Alex will keep you safe.”