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"Dive rang," she said, and I stiffened. "Told me you were on your way and apparently you wanted to claim me as your woman." She laughed at my fierce glare then said, "I was told in my younger years at school that I was good at acting."

She'd played me.

Fuckin' played me.

"I fully accept the making me yours, as long as that means you become mine and no one else's. However, you treat me like you did that night ever again, I will gut you myself and serve your innards up for dessert." She smiled.

"Fuck, baby. How could words like those turn me on?"

"Because you, Mr Sinful, are a weirdo."

Gripping her hair in my fist, I pulled her head back so I had her eyes. "You're my woman? My old lady? Your body is fuckin' mine for the taking. Your body, mind and soul are mine to consume in the wickedest ways I want."

"Yes," she uttered before she crashed her mouth to mine, only to pull back again. I groaned in frustration. "But you're mine for all that, as well. Yes?"

"Fuck, yes, little bird."

She giggled. "Good. Now, take me to bed."

Chapter Twenty

W
illow

When Dive rang, my heart pounded hard behind my ribs. My body quivered and my hands shook with shock and eagerness. Trey
wanted
me. He wanted me, as Dive put it, to be his old lady, to be the one and only to ride on the back of his bike.

It was weird, Dive ringing me and telling me, but it was his way of showing he cared about the both of us. For me, it was so I could make up my mind on what I wanted. For Trey, it was Dive's way to warn me to get out of his friend's way before he could make his intentions clear and I was to break his heart.

Dive was protective, like all members of Hawks.

Still, I knew my answer straight away. I wanted Trey in a big way. The last two weeks had been exhausting. Watching him around work, or with the kids in the backyard playing, or even when we'd all shared a meal together—it had been a test of my willpower. Every day, every hour, my feelings grew for the man.

However, it didn't mean I couldn't play with him a bit and make him pay for what he did to me once and for all. I'd told Lan my evil plan. He knew, like himself and many males, that Trey wouldn't know what to do with himself if he saw me crying. The fact that when he came in he was about to beat up Lan said a lot.

A smile lit my face as Trey dragged me by my hand down the hall. He'd looked devastated when I'd asked him to play a board game. I, however, found it highly amusing, as well as sweet. He put
me
before himself, before what he wanted, so I could calm down and be satisfied.

He made me happy.

That was all I needed.

Once in my room, he tugged on my arm and I ended up on my back on the bed with a girly squeal. I took to my elbows and eyed my man.
Oh. My. God. The beautiful specimen
is
my man. He's mine. M.I.N.E. No ho-bag can touch him. If they do, I have the right to take them down, and believe me, I will go all
Bride of Chucky
on them.
My eyes glided over his body as he pulled his tee over his head. I loved,
loved
his arm tattoos. I enjoyed and wanted to lick his six-pack and...oh, snap it, I just wanted the sinful man in every way.

"Trey," I breathed. He raised a brow as he undid the top button of his jeans. I cleared my throat and asked, "Who's with the kids? And will Dive be coming home soon?"

"Josie and her men. If anyone comes through that front door and interrupts us, I will kill them. You're mine tonight, to take, to claim, to fuck—hard, fast and sweet-like."

Dang. He was a wonder with words.

Licking my lips as he slid his jeans down his legs to reveal tight cotton boxers, I asked, "Does everyone know you're claiming me tonight?"

He shrugged and smirked. "Just about. At least then they'll know no one is to fuck with you." He waved his hand over me. "You have too many clothes on. Get naked."

I saluted, sat up, and pulled my tee over my head. "Yes, boss."

"Damn, little bird, I like that."

"Me half-naked?" I asked.

"That, but also you callin' me ‘boss’."

A laugh escaped. "Don't get used to it, mister."

"Pants," he said with a growl. His hand flicked towards my waist.

"Boxers." I smirked.

He eyed me with a heated stare before he placed his thumbs in the sideband of his boxers and slowly slid them down.

There he was. I sighed.

Little Sinful was glorious. I only had a chance for a quick look last time when I was singing about him, but now I got an eye-full. He was proud and sitting high. From the twitch, he liked my gaze on him. He was long and on the thick side of cocks. I was happy to see Trey was circumcised; I wanted to suck on the tip to see if I could get him to dribble with pre-cum.

"Woman," Trey groaned. "Your eyes fuckin' my cock are making me hungry. Pants, little bird. Now."

Laughter erupted from me. Still, I did what I was asked—or rather, what I was told. Arching my hips up, I wiggled my jeans down, along with my panties.

"Fuck." Trey eyed me with a smile. "Beautiful."

I flung them to the side and lay flat, totally bare before my man while his eyes graced over every inch of my body as he palmed his rigid cock.

"You my woman?" His voice was thick and low with emotions.

"Yes," I whispered. "You my man?"

"Hell yes. After I take you, claim you, we gotta talk about gettin' your arse back to my house."

"Trey," I warned.

"No. I want you with me. I want to wake up to you, smell you, finger you and take you when I can. I need you in
our
bed in
our
house. For now, my woman needs her man's cock. I can see how slick you are with need, baby, and it's fuckin' glorious."

"Then take me, Trey. Make me yours. But we'll be talking later."

He smirked. "We will, and you'll submit to what I want."

"Cocky."

"Yeah, little bird. Cocky enough to say once you get a taste of my cock, you'll want more of it every fuckin' day."

Rolling my eyes, I laughed. "What have I gotten myself into?"

"Nothing, Low, but I'll be in you soon."

"Less talking, handsome. More showing."

"Up on all fours, little bird," he growled. Excitement fluttered in my belly as I rolled over and got to my hands and knees, my bottom facing him. "Move up the bed a bit." I did. I felt his weight hit the bed, but when I felt his hands on my lower thighs, I looked down because I expected them on my hips or arse.

No, Trey wasn't kneeling behind me. He was lying on his back and shifting up so his head was between my legs.

"Fuck my face, Low," he ordered. "I wanna taste how much you want me."

Oh, snap.

My body shuddered. I didn't have to move, though, because my man was impatient. He gripped my arse and pulled my pussy down on his mouth. I had no time to fuck his face because his mouth was fucking me. He groaned on the first taste as he glided his tongue from bottom to top. I gasped and cried out. He brought me down closer again and slipped his tongue inside of me while he ran his nose over my hardened nub.

It was driving me wild, and I was loving every moment of it.

"Trey," I whimpered and rotated my hips forward and back on his mouth. He grunted his approval. "Yes, babe. God, yes!" I moaned. I wanted his cock in my mouth while I was getting pleasured. I wanted to do the same to him. "Let me move around," I said. I felt him shake his head side to side, saying no. "Trey," I snapped. "I want to suck you." He shook his head no again.

He kissed his way up to my clit and paid special attention to it, driving me to the edge. My hand ran over my stomach, over my chest and I gripped my breast, pinching my nipple as Trey sucked, gently bit and tongued my nub.

"I-I'm going to—" I didn't get to finish, I cried out through my orgasm, running my pussy up and down his mouth as he drank my juices down with a groan.

I fell forward, my body still trembling from coming hard. "Give me a second, babe," I muttered into the sheet.

The bed tilted as he moved. He chuckled against my lower back. He licked my no-doubt salty skin up along my spine then gently bit down on my shoulder. "Never seen a woman come that powerfully, little bird. Good to see I got my woman off good and proper."

"I'll let your smugness pass, Trey. For now." He swatted my bottom and I giggled. Rolling over, I wrapped my arms around his neck and brought his mouth down to mine.

Passion fuelled our kiss and filled it with promise of more. He pulled back, pressed his erect cock into my side and said in a delicious, grumbly voice, "Fuckin' love that you don't mind a taste of yourself on my lips and tongue. Makes me crazy, woman."

Before I could say anything, he kissed me again, not that I objected. My hands ran over his back, down to his perfect arse to give it a squeeze. He growled into my mouth and without breaking the kiss, he climbed on top of me. My legs spread to fit his large form between them.

"Love your mouth," he said against my lips. "Love your body, your smooth-as-fuckin'-silk skin. Christ," he bit out, slanting his mouth along mine again before his tongue dove inside.

His hand shifted between us and ran over his length. Up and down, again and again. I lifted my hips to show him I wanted him inside me. He chuckled against my mouth while I growled against his. Having enough of the teasing, I wrapped my legs around his thighs. Ripping his hand away, I pushed my arse up while my legs pulled him down, impaling myself on his cock. Our mouths tore apart and we groaned.

He was big, long, and delicious inside me.

"Trey," I moaned when he shifted slowly out of me.

"You're greedy, little bird, and I fuckin' love it. You wanted my cock, now you're gonna get it." He pushed back into me hard and fast. My head jerked up, my neck stretched and I cried out in pleasure. He wasn't done, though. His hands slid under my arse. He then pulled my lower half up and he fucked me. His thick cock in my tight pussy filled me to the top and touched that sweet part inside of me. My belly dipped and swirled. I gripped his shoulders and forced his upper body down more so my teeth could latch onto the skin between his shoulder and neck.

He grunted and moaned against my ear when I bit down. "Fuck, yes! Harder," he snarled, so I did. "Christ, stop. Fuck, I'm gonna come."

Licking his neck, I ordered, "Not yet." Because I was so close, in fact. My hands fisted his hair and I held on as the warmth of the orgasm washed over me.

He pushed into me three more times and then my arms dropped away from him as he slid his dick out. He got to his knees and I watched in awe when he gripped his cock in hand and pulled. His cum shot out all over my stomach and chest. He groaned through his release.

He smiled down at me after, his hand going to my pussy and cupping my mound, and then he slid two fingers inside my sensitive hole. "Best pussy I've had. Only pussy I want. My pussy. My woman and old lady."

"Yes," I whispered. He pumped his fingers inside of me a couple of times, withdrew them then sucked on them while looking down at me. "Fuckin' beautiful. Wanna come in you next time, little bird. You covered?”

“Yes.”

“I’m clean,” he offered.

Mood dampener, still, I answered, “So am I.” He grunted his approval.

He didn't stay that night, had to get back to the house for the kids. But he took care of me, his woman. He cleaned me up and ran me a bath before he carried and deposited me in the warm water. With a tender kiss, he left me to soak with a promise I'd be seeing him in the morning.

I didn't know what the next day or so would bring, but with a man—my old man—like Trey, I was looking forward to finding out.

Chapter Twenty-One

W
illow

The next day, I woke with a smile. I stretched, enjoying the aches in all the right places. Those places couldn't wait to be played with again. Already, as I lay there in bed thinking of Trey, I was wet. I would have dealt with myself, knowing I couldn't get Trey inside me until maybe that night, only Dive suddenly burst through my door.

I franticly pulled the sheet all the way up to my nose. "Ever heard of knocking, you douche canoe?"

"I thought you'd be in a better mood after gettin' some last night." He smirked, leaning against the doorframe.

Rolling my eyes, I said, "I would be if someone didn't barge right in. You need something, Dive?"

"Nope." He winked.

"Dive," I whined.

"Oh, wait. There was something. Just got off the phone to your man. He wants his woman over there for breakfast with him and the kids."

Up on my elbows, I smiled big. "Really?"

Dive chuckled. "Yeah, woman. Get up and ready. We're heading out in ten."

"We're?"

"Low, if you think I'll miss a chance for food, you'd be wrong."

"But there's food in the cupboards here," I told him as he began shutting my door.

"True, but then I won't get to see the two lovebirds together. That's entertainment
and
a meal." He laughed and shut the door completely.

I was up out of bed with a giddy feeling of joy. Then I paused. What would the kids think with the change between their uncle and me? I hoped they'd be okay with it. I wouldn't want anything to come between them, especially considering Tex had finally warmed to everyone and was more his true self around us all.

There was only one way to find out. I needed to know how Trey and I were going to approach it, so I got myself dressed and headed over there.

It seemed I didn't need to worry. As soon as Dive and I were through the back door and into the kitchen, I was knocked back a step by a little girl. Rommy's arms were tight around my waist. When I looked down to see if she was okay, I saw she was already looking up at me with a bright smile.

"It's so cool you and Uncle Trey are boyfriend and girlfriend. We'll get to do more girly stuff together. I always knew he had a crush on you. It was weird how his eyes always followed you around. Anyway, it's so cool." She squealed, let go, and hugged a laughing Dive. "Hey, Uncle Dive. Uncle Trey cooked bacon and eggs. They're on the stove warming."

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