Page 117 of Broken Warrior
“I love that you tear up whenever I say that.” Tate smiles a beautiful smile then leans down to kiss me. “It makes me feel all kinds of things when you do.”
“Is that so,m’eudail?” I nip at her lower lip as I squeeze her ass and pull her to the edge of the desk. “Care to elaborate on thosethings?”
“Mmm… maybe.” She sighs as I kiss the swell of her breasts, then bite and suck my way up her throat. “Finlay…”
I smile against her skin. “Tell me, Tate.Tell me what I want to hear.”
“Victor is pole dancing.”
My head jerks back and I blink at her. “What the fuck did you just say to me while I have a boner?”
My girl cracks up as she shakes her head and points out the one way glass window. “Look.”
Sure as fucking shit, Victor—who has been around a little more frequently but not enough to make him a King or for anyone but me and Pope to let our guard down around—is hanging upside down on the pole in the middle of the stage, his arms out as he spins to that horribly catchy banger,Cyclone. I watch in horror as the psychotic moron reaches up, grabs the metal, and proceeds to do a dance that would make a few of my new employees jealous. I mean, dude is flipping and spinning, swinging himself around like he’s been dancing for years. The guy eventwerksagainst the pole a few times before he slowly slides to the ground, Victor now flat on his back staring at the ceiling above the stage.
“That guy is so fucking weird,” I grunt.
Tate shrugs as she wraps her arms around my neck. “Not a bad weird though. He’s weird like Marbles and Jackal.” I arch a brow in her face and she giggles. “Ok, so they aren’tserial killers,but they are similarly weird in most other ways.”
“At least those two asshats didn’t ruin the mood I was trying to set.”
“Oh stop. I’m still in the mood. I’m always in the mood for you, baby.”
While I know that’s very true, showing it has been very difficult lately. Not like before because we’re relatively stress free and have way more time for our sex life, but my recovery hasn’t been going the way it was supposed to because I’m a shitty patient. A perfect example being the way I moved the desk around solo, another when I helped Trentpackfor his last minute trip to hell.
Basically I got the all clear from Doc and the girls, then I busted my stitches and sutures on multiple occasions, overdid it with the physical activity, and pushed myself way too hard because I wanted to be useful while we made all of these big life changes.
A month ago, I tore something in my chest, a muscle or some shit, and I got fucking benched.
Doc gave me strict orders to behave and I’m sure I’ll be catching shit at my next checkup for everything I’ve done today.
Oh well.
All the rest and relaxation hasn’t kept us from fooling around, and I can safely say Tate has perfected the art of a blow job, but I’m real fucking over all the cock blocks that keep getting in the way.
Everyone is a real pain in my ass.
“You might still be in the mood but I think the image of that dipshit on the pole has deflated my dick and sent my balls crawling up inside my body. The mood has been squashed,m’eudail.”
“Bet I can fix it.” Tate scoots off the desk and pushes me back in the chair, using my size to roll it until it bumps into the wall. “As a matter of fact, I know I can.”
I watch intently as my girl, my goddamn soulmate, gets to her knees in front of me, pushes my thighs apart then proceeds to undo my fly and pull my cock out in record time. Which is all it takes for him to go from deflating, to hard as stone.
Fucking magical.
“Fuck,” I groan as I watch Tate lick my shaft, tease the head and squeeze me in her hand the way she knows I like. “Tate,m’eudail,I…” A chill of pleasure races down my spine when she does it all again, Tate smiling at me briefly before she takes my dick in her mouth and starts to suck.
Fuck.
Fuck, this is so good.
And while I fucking love the copious amounts of oral sex we’ve been having lately coupled with the occasional actual fucking we get to do, I want more. Ineedmore.
“I need to be buried in your pussy, Tate. I need it now.”
She releases me with a loud pop, slowly stroking my cock in her hands as my girl looks up at me with a lifted brow. “But didn’t Doc say…”
And I’m already shaking my head. “I don’t give a shit. I’m fine, but I want to fuck you and I want to do it right.”
