Romeo (Dark Knights MC/Blood Fury MC: Crossover)

Chapter 42

Chapter Forty-Two

Maddie sat up. “If that’s what?—”

Romeo grabbed her wrist and jerked her back down next to him. “How ‘bout we talk first, then we do a whole lotta not talkin’ later.”

“Because our mouths will be busy? I bet straddling your face won’t mess up your ribs.”

His anger quickly dissipated, and his lips curved into a grin. “Fuck yeah. Wanna practice first? Miss the taste of your pussy.”

That same pussy clenched at the memory of all the times he made her orgasm only using his very skillful mouth. “You know how to make me lose my mind and I won’t be able to think straight afterward, so can we get through this conversation first?”

“If we gotta,” he muttered.

“Yes, we have to because I need to know where we go from here. I need a place. I need a job. And, frankly, I need… you.”

“Got me?— ”

“In one piece,” she added.

“Got a place, too, so that’s covered. That’s the foundation you talked about. Gonna work on the rest.”

“Sounds like you expect me to come live with you behind Dick’s.”

“For now, ’til I find some place better.”

“Do I have a say in where we live?” she asked.

“Long as it’s in Knights’ territory.”

She could work with that. It would also be nice to live close to Zeke, as well as Gabi again since they were her two closest friends after her younger sister Josie.

“The next problem is my job situation. And don’t you dare tell me that by being your ol’ lady I won’t have to work. Or that I can work in one of the Knights’ businesses. I worked long and hard to earn my license as a sports physical therapist. That’s what I want to do, Rome. That’s non-negotiable.”

“Everything’s negotiable.”

“Not this.“ She sighed long and loudly. “I get your heart was in the right place when you confronted Roger, but you didn’t think it through.”

“Ain’t gonna deny that.”

“If I’m returning to the Pittsburgh area, that’s going to limit my chances of doing what I love and fulfilling my dream, especially if I’m blackballed with the Pittsburgh teams. Possibly even the whole industry. No one is jumping to hire me, Rome. Hell, I can’t even get an interview.”

“Gonna fix that for you.”

He was going to do what? She groaned. “You’re going to fix it for me? I’m not sure I like that answer.” She waved a hand down his body. “Look what happened last time. I’m unemployed and you got your ass kicked.”

“What the fuck,” he muttered. “How many fuckin’ times I gotta say this? Only ‘cause I was fuckin’ ambushed and outnumbered. In the goddamn dark.”

Boy , someone was touchy about that subject. “Okay, so explain… how are you going to fix it for me?”

“Remember when I said there’s gonna be some shit you don’t need to know? This is one of them.”

Her stomach twisted. “Rome…”

“Maddie, lemme handle it. Need you to trust me. This shit ain’t gonna work between us if you don’t. Gonna fix what I fucked up. Owe that to you and gonna make sure you get what you’re owed.”

Right then and there, she realized he was going to do what he was going to do, no matter what she said. “At least promise me you won’t get killed?”

“Won’t get killed. We done talkin’ yet?”

“You only want to move on to the next part.”

“Said you wanted me to be honest, so here’s me bein’ honest. Want you to wrap your lips ‘round my dick and stop flappin’ them ‘bout shit I’m gonna handle.”

“I’m really feeling the love,” she said dryly.

“What you’re ‘bout to do ain’t got shit to do with love. Me fixin’ what I broke will.”

Well, then… She guessed they were done talking. For now, anyway.

She shifted on the bed until her mouth hovered over his semi-hard cock. She watched it grow right before her eyes.

Both of his hands drove into her hair, and he whispered, “Fuck yeah.”

“I haven’t even done anything yet.”

“But my dick knows what’s comin’.”

“You?”

“Damn right. Then it’s gonna be your turn.”

Where there was a will, there was a way, apparently. She only hoped giving him head wouldn’t cause him more pain than it was worth. However, he had no trouble using his mouth, so he could tell her to stop if it became unbearable.

After slipping his boxer briefs down, she fisted the root of his cock. Then she lowered her head and took him into her mouth as deep as she could without choking.

As her head and hand moved in sync, it caused the tiniest twitches of his hips. If his ribs were healed, she had no doubt he’d be driving into her hard right now, most likely making her gag.

If it was true that he hadn’t had sex with anyone else—unless he jerked off in that time—he hadn’t had a release recently. He’d be more than primed and ready to go. Or blow.

That also meant it wouldn’t take long for him to get to that point.

The grip on her hair tightened. “That’s it. Deeper. Squeeze my fuckin’ balls.”

She gently tugged and kneaded his soft, delicate sack.

After licking down the thick ridge, she dragged her tongue back up to suck the tip. The salty tang of his precum hit her taste buds before she moved on to circle the base of the crown.

“Fuck, woman,” he groaned. “Take me deep.”

She swallowed him as far as she could. The man might not be huge, but he sure was girthy.

With the way his fingers flexed, she knew he was fighting the urge to shove her head down and impale her throat on his cock.

She was grateful he had enough control not to do that.

But like she predicted, it didn’t take long for Romeo to reach his limit.

Not a few minutes later, with a deep grunt, he shot his load down the back of her throat as well as coated her tongue with his release. She kept him in her mouth until his cock stopped twitching and his muscles relaxed, then she slowly let him slip free.

His head dropped back on the pillow and between ragged breaths, he growled at the ceiling, “Fuck, woman… Wanna fuck you so fuckin’ bad.”

If anyone understood his frustration, it was her right now. She was soaking wet and would love to be able to straddle his hips and ride him until she came. But instead, she’d have to be happy with him using his mouth and fingers instead of his cock.

She never hated Roger more than that very moment. Her only consolation was, Romeo would make him pay for the damage he caused. Both to her and to him.

She thought of herself as a good person, always wanting to help others. To stay true to herself, she really should discourage him from exacting revenge on her former boss. But, damn it , deep down, the thought of Roger getting taught a valuable lesson gave her some satisfaction.

Maybe living amongst badass bikers had rubbed off on her and made her more cutthroat than what she should be. Or maybe it was simply the fact that Roger Smith deserved everything he had coming his way.

A big ol’ slice of karma served by her future ol’ man.

Hearing him demand, “Sit on my face,” pulled her from her thoughts about that asshole.

Fuck Roger Smith.

The only man she should be thinking about right now was the one whose face she was about to sit on.

They might not have figured everything out yet between them and she knew their relationship wouldn’t be easy, but in the end, she was confident it would be worth it.