Page 17 of Altered By Lead (Undercover Sinners 2)
Maybe it was my pink thong that got him? It’s the only pair of girl underwear I have. Colt brought them back from the city as a present. Just thinking of him sliding them under my door with a little note makes me smile. He really kind of is the schoolboy crush I never had. I jumped right into the hotbed of dangerous, lethal men.
And got Kisten killed for it.
I banish that thought as I open the carton and take a sip of the milk.
“Don’t, what?” I ask, getting snippy as I put a hand on my hip. “You’ve been a total dick to me since we got here. We run into each other, you don’t even say hi. I beg you to fuck me today, and you dump me the second Hawke calls. Are you in a relationship with him or me?”
“I wasn’t aware we were in a relationship at all,” Mace grumbles, his dark blue eyes catching a bit of light from the fridge as he leans forward. “And Hawke is my superior.”
“Right,” I say, exhaling sharply. Why did I even say that? Where did the word … relationship even come from? “I’m sure I expected too much out of you.” That last part comes out with my signature bitchy princess tone attached to it. Oops. Am I inciting a fight with Mace? At the very least it’ll get him to talk to me.
“You did. You have.” He stands up, like he’s meaning to leave. But I don’t want him to go. Out of all of them, the way Mace holds me … It’s incomparable. He makes me feel safe, even if it’s only for a brief moment here and there. I’ve never felt safe before.
“I don’t think so,” I tell him, and he pauses to glance back at me, shirtless and wearing sweats slung low on his hips. Even the simple act of turning to look at me makes the muscles in his chest and stomach ripple. “I think my expectations are right on par with what you’re capable of. What I can’t figure out is why you’re avoiding me.”
Mace starts to turn away again, and on impulse, I pour the milk from the carton all down my front, soaking my white t-shirt and highlighting the pert points of my nipples.
Now that gets his attention.
He turns his body back toward mine again, and there is no mistaking that bulge in the front of his sweats.
I throw the milk carton on the floor, the moment stretching taut between us.
The way Mace is looking at me, I can tell it’s not enough. He’s not going to make a move unless I make one first. Turning back to the fridge, I grab a can of whipped cream and spin around, coming face to face with Mace’s chiseled midsection.
“You shouldn’t expect anything from me,” he says, his mouth turned down in a severe frown. “You should expect even less from Arsen or Hawke.” There’s a long pause there where Mace looks away, toward the peeling wallpaper. “Looking to Blackbirch for salvation won’t serve you well, Natalia. Looking to me or any of the others will turn out even worse.”
“You’re avoiding me because you think you’re not good enough?” I ask, but when he starts to turn away again, I know I’m losing him. I reach up and spray the whipped cream across his broad chest, from one hard nipple to the other.
And then I lick one.
Mace shudders in place, curling his hands into fists, but he doesn’t make any moves to touch me. Instead, he closes his eyes as I spray a line of white down his stomach, tracing it with my tongue. Underneath the sweetness of the whipped cream, I can taste the freshly washed surface of his skin, a hint of soap teasing my nostrils as I drop to my knees.
My fingers curl under the edges of his sweatpants, dragging them over his tight ass. His thick cock springs free, as big as any I’ve ever seen. Bigger. The sight of it makes me squirm, my tongue sliding across my lower lip.
“Natalia …” Mace growls out, giving me a warning. I might be a bottom, but I’m an aggressive one. I spray the whipped cream along the length of his shaft and then toss the can aside, the metal container bouncing across the old floors. Mace puts one of his huge hands on my head as I cup his ass in my hands and slide my tongue along the length of his dick. “Goddamn it.”
His hand fists in my hair, and it’s not difficult to see how much effort it’s taking him to hold back. His big body quivers, a bead of sweat sliding down his lower belly. I lick that off, too, before returning to his cock, stroking it gently with my tongue until the cream is gone, and a droplet of pre-cum quivers on the tip.
