close my eyes, letting the early December breeze wash over my face as I take a hit.
The joint’s half gone when my door swings open and Royce steps inside.
“Told you no drugs in the house.”
“It’s an herb. And technically it’s legal so, not necessarily a drug.”
He scoffs and moves to sit across from me.
He stares at me a moment too long so I pass the goods and after a second of hesitation, he grabs it and takes a hit.
We sit like that, in the semi-dark, smoking weed, without saying another word.
When it’s too small to grip with our fingers, he puts it out in the soda can we’ve been ashing in.
He steps in front of me and I offer a small smile.
He nods his head, drops down to kiss my hair and walks out.
I watch him go and the second his feet pass the door frame, Captain steps into the doorway. He looks the way Royce disappeared and back to me.
He stares just the same.
“Night, Cap,” I call out, giving him the okay to not say a word. It’s not necessary.
When Cap looks behind him, I know who is coming next.
Captain steps into his room but leaves his door open and Maddoc steps toward mine. He stops to lean on the frame.
He glares at the soda can.
“Come here,” I tell him, and his eyes snap up. “Shut the door.”
He’s slow to move but does as he was told, even doing one better when he bends to scoop me from the chair and deposits me on the bed.
He climbs up, nudging my legs apart so he can rest his between mine, his hands planted near my head to hold him above me.
His eyes are more forest green than jade as he stares down at me.
“Talk,” he demands softly.
“I don’t want to talk, big man.” I run my hands up his biceps, over his shoulders, and into his hair. “I want your mouth on mine. Now.”
A deep rumble makes its way up his throat and his hips lower to meet mine.
When I take a deep breath, the corner of his eyes tighten, and his elbows bend, bringing him closer. He runs his lips across my jaw until he reaches my ear.
“Ask nicely, Raven.”
A chuckle escapes me.
I yank his hair making him growl, bringing his scowl to me. “You’ve got a lot to learn.” I plant my feet flat on the mattress and grind my hips up into him, loving the way his eyes darken by the second. “There’s nothing nice and sweet about me. If you won’t give it...” I whisper, forcing my eyes not to roll back when I swirl my hips against him. I lift my chin. “I’ll just take it.”
With that, I lift to meet his mouth.
He pretends to deny me for a moment, but big man snaps, his need to be in control taking over and in the next second, my hands are removed from his hair and locked beside me.
He pushes into me, rubbing the zipper of his jeans against my thin sweatpants.
My legs fall open wide, hoping more of him will fill the gap.
His mouth moves to my neck where he sucks and nips as he travels down until the fabric of my T-shirt blocks him.
His mouth comes back to mine.
Fucking finally he releases my hands, his need to touch me overtaking his want to keep me still.
His hands push my shirt up slightly, his grip on my ribs almost too much to stand.
I slide my hands over his shoulders, squeezing at his muscles there, before helping guide his mouth over mine.
He bites my lip when I try and turn his head, making me laugh.
Okay, he’s not ready to give me a say.
When his fingertips dig into my back, my legs wrap around his hips, pushing him into me more.
One of his hands curves around me, skimming down my back until he can slip into my bottoms. His fingers spread across my ass cheek and he grips me.
I swallow his groan.
My hands move down to push his shirt up and he lifts for a split second so I can yank it over his head.
When he drops back down a shiver runs through me as his heated skin hits the exposed skin of my stomach and he smirks, his hand moving to slide down the underside of my thigh, adjusting me just the way he wants.
This time, when he grinds into me, my eyes close, my head pushing against the pillow.
“Maddoc,” I pant and he growls, grinding