Page 52 of Drax (Iron Thunder MC 3)
“I fuckin’ love you, Mary-Beth Sullivan!” I growled and pulled her up toward me so I could kiss her all over again. And even while I kissed her, I knew she was smiling.* * *It was still too early, and I told her she didn’t have to, but Mary-Beth insisted that she wanted to go make me something to eat.
“I’m sure there’s something in the kitchen I can whip up. How about a grilled cheese?” she suggested at the door. Now she’d been gone for close to twenty minutes and I was sitting back in bed waiting for her to return.
The truth was, I still didn’t feel up to scratch. My stitches were sore, and I felt a complete lack of energy. The only thing that kept my mind off the pain and exhaustion was Mary-Beth. More specifically, fucking Mary-Beth.
But every time I thought of her now, I was reminded of the fact that I hadn’t told her about Crash yet. We hadn’t discussed the raid on Teasers or any of the details. I was surprised by her self-control.
She still hadn’t even asked me.
Her complete silence on the subject actually made me more anxious to talk to her about it. I needed to find out what she was thinking. How she was feeling.
Finally, I saw the bedroom door opening.
She came in with a tray of food. Grilled cheese, juices, and some bags of chips.
“I’ve prepared you a feast, my love,” she said in a forced dramatic voice that made me smile. I sat up in bed and she started arranging all the food. Then she sat next to me on the edge and we both started eating.
“Sorry, I know this is not super nutritious, but it was the only stuff I found in the kitchen. I promise I’ll make you something comforting and healthy tomorrow once I have a chance to run to the store.”
She was speaking in a cheerful casual tone, like there was nothing strange about any of this. When I started eating, I realized I was hungry again and tore through all the food and the juice. She seemed pleased to see me eating.
“Now that you’ve eaten, you should get some more sleep.”
“It’s nearly time to get up!”
“Yeah, but you can still get in a few hours. Your body needs it. Trust me, after the night everyone had, they will all be sleeping in.”
“I have a few things to sort out in the morning,” I said, and she looked at me then with her big questioning eyes. I could sense she was wondering if this was about her brother.
It was.
I was toying with the idea of telling her, but wasn’t ready to yet.
“But it can wait,” I said and pulled her to me again. Within seconds, she was smiling too as I covered her face with kisses.
“You should be taking it easy and getting some more sleep!” she scolded.
“And you should be underneath me, getting fucked,” I hissed, licking her delectable little earlobe. When I had her in my arms and when she was kissing me, nothing else mattered in the world. I couldn’t even recall what we were talking about.* * *She slid down under me and I started undoing the buttons of her shirt. Well, it was my shirt that she’d decided to wear so she had something to cover herself with for the kitchen.
And now it was coming off. I threw it to the floor. She giggled and threw her arms around me, pulling me close to her so we could kiss again.
“This reminds me of those weekends we used to spend cooped up in our secret apartment,” she said. I kissed her forehead, her cheeks and chin, then down her neck till I had her tits in my mouth.
She moaned and thrust her hips up to meet me.
“Except now…everyone knows exactly where we are.”
I sucked on her left nipple and then her right one. She gasped with pleasure and weaved her fingers into my hair. I could feel her nails digging in sharply. That’s how I knew I was hitting the right spots. Mary-Beth continued to speak.
“But we can have that again, can’t we, Drax? Those weekends of completely peace and isolation? I want to be isolated with you.”
I drew my mouth away from her nipples and looked up at her.
“You can have whatever you want, MB. You are my queen,” I said. She arched forward, with a sudden serious look in her eyes and then she came toward me. She kissed me fiercely. Her arms around me got tighter. Her tongue was in my mouth. It was like she was trying to devour me whole. When she finally pulled away, I saw her breathing heavily.
“Ghost told me…” she said.
I felt a sudden tightening in my chest. It wasn’t fear; it was anger. Why would Ghost tell her? How much had he told her?
