He gives Celeste an appraising look. “Nah, I’m glad she’s at the center of this. Nothing has ever made more sense to me than this.”
“What about you, sweetness?” I lower my voice and touch Celeste’s chin. “Does it make sense, or are we all fucking lunatics for trying?”
She grins. “The sacrifice was worth it. We may be crazy, but that doesn’t mean we don’t make perfect sense.” Her gaze drops to my mouth, and a flutter of elation shoots through me in anticipation of her kiss. I slip my arms farther around her when she leans in, and I meet her eagerly, leaning back when she shifts positions to straddle me. My dick twitches between us, waking up again and almost ready for another round, but she doesn’t take me into her pussy like I hope. She drifts her lips across my jaw and down my throat, kissing slowly as she descends. Her hands brush the tops of my shoulders, then travel over my pecs and she scoots back on my lap as she continues to kiss her way down my chest, lingering with deliberate tenderness over my scars.
Her eyes are open the entire way, seeing every damaged inch beneath the ink that covers my left pec and shoulder, then the scars farther down that are still bare and ugly. They cover my entire side, traveling partway down my thigh, ending just shy of my cock, and she worships all of it.
I’m enthralled by her progress, overwhelmed by the care she takes, and near tears when I look up at Leo’s movement. He stands and comes to me, cups the back of my head, and bends down to take my mouth as Celeste slips between my legs. She takes me into her mouth and sucks me deep, and I groan against Leo’s lips.
Leo pulls back and looks me over, watches Celeste stroke and lick me for a moment, then smiles and looks into my eyes again. “It would be pretty cheesy for me to tell you I think you’re beautiful, wouldn’t it?”
“You fucking weirdo. Your girlfriend’s sucking my dick right now and you think I’m beautiful.”
“Your girlfriend let me fuck her ass last night,” he retorts.
“That was fucking beautiful,” I say and moan as Celeste hums a laugh around my cock.
I tangle my fingers in her hair and hold her head, enjoying the way she takes me deep and her tongue flexes against the underside of my cock as she slides back off.
“You like that?” Leo rumbles and I realize he’s resting on the fat arm of the chair, leaning sideways into me a little and stroking himself as he watches. “Because I taught her everything she knows about sucking dick.”
I’m about to respond when the clank and clatter of the garage doors opening snaps me back to reality like a cold slap to the face. I lurch out of the chair in a panic, dislodging them both and barely registering Celeste’s startled, indignant look as I steady her and throw on the nearest pair of shorts. I’m running out the door to the catwalk before either of them can stop me, cursing myself for being so fucking stupid.
35
Maddox
No, no, no, no! This can’t be happening. The thing is, I knew J.J. was due this morning with the new load of guns. I was just so distracted I forgot what day it was. I run barefoot down the steel stairs, but by the time I reach the bottom, he’s already backed the panel van up to the entrance and is hauling the first crate toward the edge to unload.
“Wanna give me a hand with this?” he shoots over his shoulder, then does a double take and turns around. “What the hell’s wrong with you? Jesus, Mad, are those scars?”
“You can’t be here now,” I growl under my breath. “You’ve gotta shut that truck, get back in, and drive away. Just give me a few hours until the coast is clear.”
“Brother, we have a schedule. You agreed on it, so this isn’t a surprise.” He gives me a smirk and leans back against the truck. He eyes me up and down and shakes his head, and I can’t tell if he’s amused or shocked. Maybe a little of both. He’s never seen my scars, though he knew about the accident.
“I’m fucking serious, J.J. You need to leave.”
He stops gawking at my chest and his eyebrows lift. Then he tilts his head back and laughs. “I get it, brother. You finally got your sorry ass laid for the first time all year and you’re afraid of making a bad impression. Who is she?”
“If you have any sense of self-preservation, you’ll come back later. Better yet, find a new spot to store this shit. My garage isn’t going to work anymore.”
He narrows his eyes and straightens, and the glare he gives me so solidly brands him as our father’s offspring I’m more relieved than intimidated. “There something you want to tell me? You were on board with this arrangement for three goddamn months. Why this sudden inconvenient change of heart?”
Several things happen at once before I can answer. The hairs on the back of my neck stand on end as the door to the catwalk opens behind me. J.J. glances up and his eyes go from suspicious to wide as saucers.
Three separate voices all speak at once. The words “What the fuck?” ricochet around the garage like so many stray bullets and I flinch as if I’ve been shot.
I turn in time to see Leo and Celeste running down the narrow metal stairs, both staring at me with expressions of shock and betrayal.
Not at J.J. At me.
I try to hold them off but Leo shoves me aside with a glare and goes straight for the crate. He flings it open, and I wince as if the reality of what’s inside physically wounds me.
“Guns?” He turns and looks at
