His hands moved down my bare sides and grabbed the waist of my shorts. His lips returned to mine briefly and then trailed down my cheek. He tugged my shorts off, and they pooled in a puddle at my feet.

  “Now we’re even,” he whispered. He kneeled in front of me and pressed a kiss to my stomach. “You’re fucking perfect, Imogen.” His hands gripped my hips and pulled me close.

  His tongue circled my belly button, and I delved my fingers into his hair. “Spread your legs, baby.”

  I widened my stance, and his mouth moved down.

  “Mace,” I gasped when he pressed a kiss to my pussy.

  “Shh.” His fingers parted the lips of my pussy, and his tongue invaded me. He swiped the tight bud of my clit, and tremors rocked my body. “So sweet,” he growled.

  I rocked forward on my toes, and his tongue glided over my clit again.

  “Oh god,” I gasped. It had been so long since a man touched me that I was ready to go off like a rocket after a few seconds.

  “You wanna come all over my tongue, baby?”

  I closed my eyes and pressed his face to my pussy.

  That was my answer.

  His tongue flicked my clit, and he groaned as I dug my fingers into his head. “My pussy,” he whispered.

  Yes, yes. “Oh god,” I cried. “Don’t stop.”

  His tongue moved down, slipping inside me, and he drew it in and out.

  “Fuck,” I gasped.

  His fingers circled my clit while he tongue fucked me.

  The sweet, sweet torture was almost too much for me to take. His fingers left my clit, and they glided around to cup my ass. His face was buried in my pussy, and his mouth devoured my clit.

  I leaned forward, giving him more access, and his name ripped from my lips. I rolled my hips into him, and he groaned as he ate my pussy.

  My legs gave out, the pleasure too much to take. I gripped his shoulders as he maneuvered onto his back and laid on the floor. I followed him down, and my knees were planted on either side of his head as his face was buried in my pussy.

  He hooked his arms around my legs and held me down. “Mace,” I gasped. “I’m going to smother you.” Growing up, they didn’t call me thunder thighs because I was a stick.

  Mace grunted but didn’t loosen his hold. “Ride my face, Imogen.”

  Oh. My. God.

  I rolled my hips and braced my hands on the bed in front of me.

  He sucked my clit into his mouth, and my climax shattered through me. “Mace,” I shouted.

  He licked me gently, slowly bringing me down until I felt my need stirring again. “Stop,” I groaned. I lifted my hips from his mouth and sat back until my butt landed on the floor between his legs.

  His mouth was wet from my release, and he smiled wide. “Fuck, Imogen. I almost came, and my hands weren’t anywhere near my dick.”

  “You mean this dick?” I whispered. I wrapped my hands around his cock and stroked him.

  “Fuck,” he groaned. A soft growl escaped his lips, and his eyes connected with mine.

  “I want you to come inside me.” Mace made me brazen. He filled me with need, and I was not ashamed to ask for what I wanted.

  “You rode my face, babe, so it only makes sense that you ride my dick next.” He sat up and grabbed my hips. I positioned my knees on either side of his hips and lowered myself onto his dick.

  “Holy fuck,” he groaned. “You’re so fucking tight,” he gasped.

  I squeezed the walls of my pussy and raised my arms above my head. “And you’re so big,” I moaned. He filled my full, and he still had more dick to give. I leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his lips.

  He bucked his hips up, and I came down on him. “Ride me,” he growled.

  I drove my body up and down the length of his hard dick, and his hands palmed my breasts. The man’s lips were made for me, and so was his dick.

  “God damn, you are beautiful, Imogen,” he growled.

  My orgasm took over my body, and I shamelessly rode his cock like it was the only thing keeping me alive.

  He called my name loudly and emptied every last drop of his cum in my pussy.

  I collapsed on his chest, and he wrapped his arms around me.

  “We didn’t even make it to the bed,” he wheezed. “God damn, Imogen.”

  I patted his chest. “We can do it in the bed as soon as my legs start working again and I clean up.”

  “I think I’m going to need a little time, too. Your pussy was like a vise grip on my dick.”

  “Kegels,” I sighed. “I do them when sitting at my desk every day.” They were an easy exercise to do, and they obviously paid off.

  “Don’t know what that fuck that is, but keep doing it, babe.”

  “Will do,” I sighed. “I need an easy button to push that will get me off the floor and cleaned up.”

  Mace chuckled. “I got you, babe.” He managed to stand, which seemed amazing because I still couldn’t feel my whole body, and he lifted me to his chest.

  He took me to the bathroom, where we cleaned each other up, and then laid me in bed.

  “I’m gonna go lock up the house.” He leaned over and pressed a soft kiss to my lips. “Be right back.”

  I snuggled under the quilt and stared up at the ceiling.

  Wow.

  That was downright amazing.

  I had never let myself daydream about being with Mace because I knew that no matter what I imagined it would be like, it would be better.

  I was right.

  Sex with Mace was the best thing since peanut butter and jelly.

  Too bad no one else was going to be able to experience it because Mace was mine, and I was never letting him go.

  Chapter Nineteen

  Mace

  “Oh my god,” Imogen cried. “This is going to take us days to go through.”

  I kicked the ratty box at my foot. “Well, you’re probably right, but maybe we’ll get lucky and find what we are looking for right away.” That was a long shot, but I had to try to be optimistic.

  Imogen rolled her eyes and crouched in front of a gray storage bin. “If I ever start hoarding things, please stop me. Tie up my arms or something. I can’t believe all of this belongs to one person.”

  It was half past nine, and Imogen and I were finally in Janet’s storage unit in the basement of the assisted living.

  It was a ten-by-ten space that was filled to its absolute limit. There was a small walkway into the middle of the unit and only a few feet to stand without bumping into all the crap.

  “Just think, babe; she said a lot of her things were burned in the fire. This could be a lot worse.”

  Imogen took off the lid of the bin and cringed. “Oh, god, Mace. This is a bin full of dolls” She pulled one out of the bin and held it out to me. “Creepy dolls with eyes that follow you.”

  “Hell no, babe. If I gotta dig through a bunch of creepy dolls, maybe I’ll try my luck with prison.”

  “Stop,” she laughed and dropped the doll back in the bin and sifted through it. “I was thinking we would have a couple of boxes of papers to go through, but I think we are going to have to look in every one of these bins or boxes just to make sure we don’t miss what we need.” She snapped the lid back on the bin and looked up at me. “And where am I supposed to put this now that I’m done with it?”

  I ran my fingers through my hair. “Well, I’ll put it outside the door until we can get through one side of the unit and then start shifting everything to the other side.”

  “My god,” she moaned. “This is insanity.”

  I grabbed the tote from her and set it outside the door. The worker who had let us in the unit said no one else was scheduled to come down today so we would have the basement pretty much to ourselves.

  “More dolls,” Imogen groaned. “What did I do to deserve this torture?”

  “Positive thinking, babe.” I opened the box I had kicked earlier and gagged. “Oh god.”

  Imogen leaned toward the box. “What is it?”

  “Fucking dead birds.”

  “What?” Imogen gasped and jumped back. She crashed into a stack of boxes that fell over. “Who keeps dead birds?”

  I grabbed one of the carcasses by its foot and held it up. “I’m pretty sure these are stuffed.”

  “Like she meant to keep them.”

  She sure as hell did. Taxidermy wasn’t cheap, either. “You didn’t see these when you lived with her?”

  “I was only allowed in my bedroom and kitchen, Mace. She didn’t want to see me.”

  I dropped the bird into the box and kicked it to the door.

  “You’re going to have to go through that. She might have stuck the papers in there.”

  “Imogen,” I moaned. “Maybe we should just accept my fate that I’m going to jail, and we can look forward to conjugal visits.”

  She rolled her eyes and opened another bin. “Those are only for married people, Mace.”

  “We’re engaged, remember?” I crouched down by the bird box and tipped it on its side. The birds crashed onto the floor, and there wasn’t anything else in the box.

  “I would like to know why you said you were my fiancée when you should have just said boyfriend.”

  I grabbed an old magazine hanging out of a box and used it to scoop the birds back into the box. “I’m over thirty, babe. Boyfriend and girlfriend are terms high schoolers use.”

  “Then what am I supposed to call you?” she laughed. “This is my man, Mace.”

  I shrugged and closed the bird box. “Sounds good to me. I call you my ol’ lady.”

  “Then I will call you my ol’ man,” Imogen laughed. “Though when I say that, I feel like you need to have a long gray beard and handlebar mustache.”

  “Babe,” I laughed. “I think you’re are a little off base with that assumption. Though I’m sure one day I’ll look like that.”

  She held up two fingers and mimicked scissors. “You may not know this, but I am pretty good with a pair of scissors. I can trim that beard up when it gets scraggily.”

  “I will accept that and not think about why you have that skill.”

  “Hey,” she laughed. “Even the dead need to look good.”

  I shook my head and tossed the box in the hallway. “That one should go in the fucking garbage,” I muttered.

  “Are you creeped out by me being a mortician?” she blurted. “Because a lot of people are.”

  I shook my head. “The only way you would creep me out is if you told me you did some kinky stuff with the corpses.”

  “Mace,” she hooted. “You are sick for even thinking that.”

  I shrugged. “There are some fucked up people in the world, Imogen.”

  “And you think I am one of them?” she scoffed.

  “Never said that. I said the only way you would creep me out is if you liked to get it on with the corpses.” That was the truth. It was Imogen’s job, and she made good money doing it. No harm in that.

  “Well, I don’t. I am very respectful of the dead.”

  “Never doubted it, babe.” I grabbed another box and braced myself. “You sure we have to look in each of these boxes?” The dead birds were enough for me. I was scared to see what else Janet had collected.

  “Yes, Mace. You might think conjugal visits are hot, but I’d prefer to have sex without it being recorded.”

  I tipped my head to the side. “What if I was the only one who got to see the video?”

  “I’m pretty sure the prison guards watch.”

  She looked up from the box she was sorting through, and I wiggled my eyebrows.

  “You’re not talking about conjugal visits anymore, are you?”

  I chuckled and shook my head. “Nah, babe. I’m thinking you and I need to see about making our own movie. You can get your rocks off to it if I get locked up.”

  “Stop,” she laughed and chucked something yellow at me. It bounced off my shoulder and dropped to the ground. “We are not making porn. If you go to prison, you will have to use your imagination while you jerk yourself off in the shower.”

  I snatched it off the ground and looked at it. “Did you just throw a rubber duck at me?”

  Imogen tipped the box that she was sorting through toward me. “Yeah, I also have about a hundred others I can chuck at you if you get out of line. Watch yourself.”

  “Stuffed bird and rubber ducks.” I shook my head and looked around at all the other boxes we needed to go through. “I wonder what else we’re going to find.”

  “I can’t even guess, Mace, because the things we’ve already found have already blown my mind.”

  I grabbed my next box and took a deep breath.

  It would be a long day sorting through all of these boxes, but at least I was doing it with Imogen.

  When Imogen was near, things were always good.

  Even going through boxes of dead birds.

  Chapter Twenty

  Imogen

  “You know,” I giggled. “I never thought I would be eating in the cafeteria of an assisted living with you, but here we are.”

  “Only the best for my girl.” Mace winked and popped a grape in his mouth. “Maybe next week we can check out the early bird special at the nursing home in Jackson,” he suggested.

  I fanned my face with my hand and swooned. “You know the way to a girl’s heart.”

  “Only the best pudding for you.”

  “There you two are.” Janet gingerly walked up to our table, and a CNA set her tray on the table. “Mind if I eat with you?” She sat down before either of us could reply.

  “Uh, hello, Janet. How is your day going so far?” Mace asked.

  “Still alive. I watched my shows this morning and hoped I would catch you two at lunch.” She grabbed her fork and tried to stab a grape on her tray. The fork missed, and it rocketed off her plate.

  Mace ducked, and it hit the woman behind him. “Whoa there,” he chuckled.

  “Slippery bitches,” Janet mumbled.

  I choked on my milk and pounded my chest. “Grandma,” I wheezed.

  “I can call the grapes bitches, Imogen. Don’t scold me.” She leaned to the side to see who the grape hit. “Sorry, Delores. The grapes are greased today.”

  The woman didn’t turn around, and the grape was in her hair.

  “Delores,” Grandma hollered. “Turn up your Beltone.” She stomped her foot on the floor, but Delores didn’t turn.

  Mace covered his mouth with his hand and looked to the side.

  “It’s fine, grandma,” I called. “One of the nurses will get it.” Or Delores would have a grape in her hair until she went to bed tonight. Either way, not my problem because I was two seconds away from losing it and laughing my ass off.

  Mace was one second away from losing it.

  Who knew hanging out in the cafeteria of an assisted living would be so fun?

  “So, did you find what you were looking for yet?” she asked. Apparently, Delores and her grape were forgotten.

  “Uh, not yet. We’ve only managed to get through a quarter of the boxes you have in there.”

  Grandma hmphed. “It should be in there, and if it’s not, it’s in god’s hands.”

  That wasn’t entirely encouraging. I wasn’t really wanting to put Mace’s future completely in god’s hands. I would like to have a hand in it, too. “Did you have a chance to think about where it might be?” I asked.

  “Bird box?” she asked.

  Mace cleared his throat and stood. “I’m just going to run to the bathroom for a second.” His face was red, and he was trying not to laugh. He took off toward the bathroom and turned the heads of everyone he passed.

  “Him being here has got people talking.” Grandma wiggled her eyebrows. “They think I’m a bit of a badass since my granddaughter is with a biker.”

  “I’m not with a biker,” I insisted.

  She hitched her fork in the direction Mace had gone. “Are you telling me that man is not yours? He looks at you like you hung the moon and stars, child. He is completely and utterly in love with you.”

  “We’re just dating.”

  “I may be old, and my body may be failing me, Imogen, but I know love when I see it.” Grandma swung her fork at me. “Don’t be like me and squander that love away. Your grandpa was an amazing man whom I drove away because I didn’t think I was good enough for him.”

  “I didn’t know that.” I didn’t know anything about my grandpa other than he died before I was even born. Mom had told me he was an alcoholic who drank himself to death.

  Grandma nodded. “That’s because I’m not proud of it, Imogen, but I don’t want to see you do what I did. Let that man love you, and make sure you give it right back to him.”

  “Well, if we don’t find the papers we are looking for, I might be loving Mace through prison bars.”

  Grandma shook her head. “You’ll find the papers, and if you don’t, you’ll find another way to keep that man with you. Love favors the ones who truly need it. You and that boy need it. If his childhood was half as bad as yours, then the only thing you two will get is happiness.”

  “As great as that sounds, grandma, I don’t think just because Mace and I had it hard growing up doesn’t mean life is going to be a peach now.” I wished that was how things worked, but I had seen plenty of people who had been through hell and were still going through it.

  “Mark my words; you and that boy will have a beautiful life together.” She knocked her fork on the table. “And not in prison.”

  “What, what?” Delores squawked.

  “Now you hear me?” Grandma called. She threw her hands up in the air. “Must be a selective hearing aid you have.”

  Mace weaved his way back over to our table. He had a smile on his lips, but he appeared to have pulled himself together.

  Grandma managed to make it the rest of the way through lunch without launching food at anyone or sending Mace and me into hysteria.

  “I’m going to watch my shows and take a nap,” she announced and headed in the direction of her room.

  We left grandma at her door and promised to stop by before we left for the day.

  “I know you have some serious history with that woman, but she is fucking hilarious, babe. I lost it when she launched that grape at that lady.” Mace waved his hand in front of him. “Fucking not a care in the world from her.”

 

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