Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 43536 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43536 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
“Holy shit, did I do that?” I point to his naked chest. A smile tips his lips. Mace gives zero fucks that I’ve practically bruised his skin. And how the hell is he going to hide them? I mean, he’s got a business to run come Monday. That’s going to be hard to explain to his new employees and business partners. Knowing Mace, he’ll ignore the looks or say something cocky like, ‘Sorry, my ex-wife was a hellcat this weekend.’ That would be just my luck, too.
“Yeah, Tyra, you did. Gave you a matching set, too.” He ambles closer, my body already reacting to his. Of course, being naked around Mace always does that to me.
“Shit, please tell me I can at least hide mine?” I respond. His hands grasp my hips, pulling me close to him until our mouths are a breath apart.
“I have no idea if you can or can’t. It wouldn’t bother me at all if you couldn’t. One day soon, my ring will be back on your finger, and I won’t have to leave a mark on your neck to let those other pricks know you’re taken. Now, I know you’re sore.” I look at him, about to say something to negate that fact, but Mace seems to know my body better than I do, Mr. Know-It-All. “Siren, the way you gingerly walked out of the room gave me all the information I needed. The plus side of this apartment is the big soaker tub.” He is speaking my language now.
“Alright, fine, I concede, but I can’t stay too long. I promised Von we’d have a day at the park together, and I still have to clean my place, plus grocery shop.” I’m really rethinking this whole being an adult thing today.
“How about I take a bath with you? Then I’ll go get your car while you clean up your place. Send me your grocery list. I’ll grab what you need while I’m out.” This is the Mace I remember. A dynamic duo with being a team, Mace and Tyra against the world. God, I would give anything for us to get back there. Maybe taking his hand today, allowing him to help me, isn’t a bad thing. “I promise I’m going to prove to you I’m in this for the long haul. Let me help you, siren.” He licks his lips. A chain reaction occurs, starting with my nipples and settling in my core.
“Okay, but bath first.” He seals the deal by placing his lips on mine, lifting me up by my waist until I wrap my legs around him, then he’s marching us back into his bedroom, and I already know Mace is about to get creative, much like he did last night.
FOURTEEN
Mace
It took longer for me to leave this morning than expected, partially because the woman who’s always been my siren didn’t use the bath to soak her tired and unused muscles. A fact that has a smile permanently etched across my face as the hired car takes me to Tyra’s car, her spare key still on my own, much like mine is on hers. Some things we just didn’t seem to take care of. She never asked, and I didn’t bother. In the back of my mind, I always knew we’d end up back together. Didn’t think it would take this long to make things right or for me to pull my head out of my own ass. Now that everything is set in motion, it was worth the wait; I had a fuck ton of realizations that needed to take hold before I crawled back to her. This week may have made it happen sooner, what with the law firm pulling their shit and then my own mother setting her up on a blind date. It spurred me into action even more, pushing my plans up further. I was hoping to have my own law firm up and running. That didn’t happen, and now I’m fully fucking aware that it’s going to take man hours, lots of them, potentially making it another damn downfall.
“Thanks, man,” I tell the driver once he’s parked near the entrance of the parking garage. My mind still is lost in the moments of this morning, how Tyra sat between my spread legs, back to my front, knowing she felt my hard cock between us, attempting to ignore it.
“No problem. Have a nice day,” he replies as I step out of his car. This brings back a shit ton of memories, except I’d be leaving a sleeping Tyra instead of one who was freshly fucked, still wet from the bathtub, her fingers being the culprit of the last time my cock slid inside her. Tyra’s whole body moved. I knew it was coming. I tried to withhold from taking her again because, truth be told, I wasn’t sure when we’d have a spare moment again. The details of how this is going to work still need to be hammered out. I know she’ll have rules, and since I’m the one to blame, I’ll take those into consideration, unless it’s something ridiculous like not seeing her until Von is at one of his grandparents’ houses. No fucking way is that going to fly. The last time, she rode me, sinking down my length, my mouth sucking on her nipples, one at a time, thumb gliding along her clit, wishing I had more room to work, to lay her out on the bed, watching my length slide in and out of her wetness, knowing that the timing may be all fucking wrong but praying just the same that my cum takes hold and we create another child. A pipe dream is what it is, along with being a dick. For all intents and purposes, Tyra’s a single mom, and adding another child to the mix is screwed up. That doesn’t stop the thought from taking hold. I told her before I left she was more than welcome to make herself at home, to relax, nap, do whatever the hell she wanted. I knew she wouldn’t, though, not with the promise of her picking Von up after her errands were done. It fucking sucked that I could do something to help her out, hire a cleaning service, use a grocery delivery program, or pick Von up for her, and I almost suggested it, but I knew she’d say no. I’d risk losing Tyra again before I had her. So, for her to take the offer of me picking up her car from the parking garage on the south side of the strip and to do some grocery shopping, I was surprised. I also wasn’t messing this up either.