Joey: A brother’s best friend, standalone dark mafia romance (Chicago Ruthless Book 2)
Joey: Chapter 31

I manage a quick shower in Joey’s bathroom, after which I crawl into her bed and wait for her to take one too. I must be exhausted because the thought of taking one together never crossed my mind.

I press my head against her soft pillow and her sweet perfume washes over me. Her sheets are soft on my skin, and I think about how these covers must have been wrapped around her last night—touching every part of her. My cock throbs, not giving a single fuck that the rest of my body needs sleep.

Joey walks out of the bathroom and heads toward me. She pulls back the covers to climb into bed, but there’s something very wrong with this picture. “Um, clothes off, baby girl.”

She looks down at her tiny shorts and tank top that don’t cover a lot of her body, but they still cover way too much. “These are hardly anything, and you need to rest,” she says as she looks at me with a devious grin on her face.

“I can still rest while you’re naked. Now take off the fucking clothes.”

“You are so bossy.” She rolls her eyes, but then my good girl peels her shirt off over her head and throws it onto the floor. She cocks one eyebrow at me. “The shorts too?”

“Most definitely the shorts too.”

“Fine.” She slowly rolls them down her legs, and I enjoy the show she’s giving me.

Gloriously naked, she slips beneath the covers, and I lift my arm so she can nestle into the crook of my shoulder. Her hard nipples brush over my skin as she presses her warm, soft body against mine, and my cock twitches in response. But my eyes are heavy with sleep, and my abdomen is so fucking sore, I don’t think I could do anything more than talk right now. I run my hand over her back, and she shivers against me.

“I know it must have been a shock replaceing out about Fiona. You want to talk about it?” she asks softly.

I can’t pretend I’m not a little bothered by the fact that Joey knew what her father had really done all along and could have saved me from years of torture. Not that I blame her at all—it was one incident in a long line of awful shit her father did. The fact he asked his ten-year-old daughter to keep a secret like that is all kinds of fucked up. Even more fucked up because it wasn’t an unusual enough event for her to feel the need to talk to anyone about it. I should be grateful that it didn’t traumatize her, but that would mean feeling grateful that she experienced such a shitty childhood. “Not especially. Do you?”

“No. Is that why you changed the subject when I asked you about staying the night with me earlier? You were worried you might hurt me?”

“Yeah.” I run my hand over her back absent-mindedly, lost in thoughts of missed opportunities.

“Is that why you fucked me all night when I stayed at the cabin with you?” she says, chuckling, and I can’t help but smile.

“No.” I kiss her forehead. “I fucked you all night long because I couldn’t stop myself from fucking you, baby girl. But when you fell asleep for a few hours, I made sure to stay awake.”

“So did you never spend the night with anyone before?”

“No.”

“I’m sorry,” she whispers.

I cup her jaw, tilting her head so I can stare into her beautiful dark eyes. “I never really cared that much about spending the night with anyone before you.”

“Never?” she blinks at me.

I can honestly say that’s true. I mean, I’d have spent the night with women out of convenience more than anything else, but not out of any burning desire to be close to anyone. “Not until you. And if you apologize one more time for what your father did, I’ll put you over my knee and spank your ass.”

Her breath catches in her throat. “You wouldn’t.”

“Try me, baby girl.”

“You’re such a bossy asshole sometimes,” she whispers, snuggling closer.

I sigh in contentment as sleep threatens to overwhelm me.

“Are you okay? I’m not hurting you, am I?”

“I’m good,” I assure her. “But I’ll be better when you drape that leg over me.”

“Max,” she admonishes me. “You need to sleep.”

“I am going to sleep,” I say, stifling a yawn. “But I want to feel that sweet pussy on me. When you get wet just from holding onto me, I want to feel it.”

“You think I’m going to get wet just from lying next to you?” she breathes, her warm breath dusting over my bruised skin. “You’re pretty sure of yourself.”

I drop a kiss on the top of her head. “I know you will, baby. If I slipped my fingers inside you right now, I know you’d already be a little wet for me. Isn’t that right?”

She hums. “Well, you don’t have to be an ass about it.”

I brush her hair back from her face and cup her jaw, tilting her head so she’s looking up at me again. “I’m not being an ass because we both know it’s true. Just know it’s not a one-way thing. I’m gonna be hard all night having you next to me like this.”

“Won’t that be uncomfortable?” she whispers, and the sound of her voice goes straight to my cock.

I brush the pad of my thumb over her cheek. “I can deal with uncomfortable. Besides, I’m gonna be spending a whole lot of my life with your naked body pressed up against me, so I figure I might as well get used to it, right?”

Her eyelashes flutter as she blinks at me.

“So …” I tap her thigh. “Leg. On me. Now.”

“Yes, Sir,” she whispers seductively, like a fucking sex kitten, and I have to close my eyes and take a deep breath before I flip her onto her back and nail her to this goddamn bed. I need a good night’s sleep. Then, in the morning, I will fuck her six ways to Sunday.

I pull her closer and she drapes her leg over me like I asked, pressing her bare pussy against my hip. Then she rests her cheek on my chest again. “Let’s get some sleep, baby.”

“Hmm,” she murmurs.

I’m drifting off when I feel her hot tears on my skin. I brush her cheeks with my fingertips. “That’s not the kind of wet I wanted to feel, baby girl. What’s wrong?”

“I called you some horrible names, Max. I even thought—just for a second, I wished …” She chokes on a sob.

“Please don’t do this to yourself, Joey. It’s human nature. You were hurting.”

“But then when I thought about you out there all alone—that someone had you and was hurting you …” She sobs harder, as though she’s been holding it all together for days and is only now able to let it out.

“Joey.” I grind out the word because it kills me to see her torture herself like this.

“When Kristin told us you were missing, I thought my heart would shatter, but then when she said she was your girlfriend and she was having your baby—it hurt so much. I thought I was going to die.”

I hug her tighter. I hate that I caused her unnecessary pain. It hurts me more than I can stand that she thought for even a little while that I want anyone but her. “I’m sorry, baby.”

“But then when I thought I’d lost you …” She pauses and takes a deep breath. “I swore I would feel that level of pain every day of my life if you could just be okay.”

“I’m here now and I’m not going anywhere. Okay?”

Her hair brushes my cheek when she nods.

“Get some sleep, and we’ll talk tomorrow,” I mumble, losing the battle against keeping my eyes open.

“Okay. Night, Max.”

“G’night, baby.”

Warm pleasure rolls through me, making my eyelids flicker open. The covers are pulled back but she’s not lying next to me. Looking down, I see her beautiful lips wrapped around my cock, and fuck me if it’s not the hottest thing I ever saw.

“Good morning, baby girl,” I groan, my voice thick with sleep.

“Morning,” she mumbles, the word muffled by my cock in her mouth.

I thread my fingers through her hair. “Fuck, baby, this is the best wake-up call I’ve ever had.”

She breathes through her nose as she takes me all the way to the back of her throat, swirling her tongue over my shaft as she sucks.

I wonder how long she’s been working me over because I’m about ready to blow my load. I close my eyes to stave off my climax a little longer, but my horny little slut starts playing with my balls, squeezing gently and causing heat to sear down my spine.

“Joey,” I groan, rocking my hips toward her mouth and pushing her head down until she starts to gag, but she doesn’t stop.

I glance down at her again. Her eyes glisten with tears. “You remember to tap out or squeeze if it gets too much?”

She murmurs her agreement, and her cheeks hollow as she sucks harder.

“You look so fucking good sucking my cock. Your sexy little ass in the air begging to be fucked too.”

She makes a strangled noise, but she keeps going. I grip her hair tighter, pulling at the root. “You know I’m going to fuck that ass, baby girl. I’m going to take your virgin ass the way I took your hot cunt and your pretty little mouth.”

She moans, and the sound vibrates through the tip of my cock until it trembles through my entire body.

“Jesus! Fuck!” I groan, holding her in place as I come down her throat. She makes sweet little choking sounds, but her hands remain relaxed. No squeezing or tapping out. “Such a good girl the way you take my cock.” I release my grip on her and she lifts her head, letting my cock slip out of her mouth.

“Thank you, Sir,” she purrs, and my lips curl into a smile. Goddamn, I fucking love this girl with every single thing I have.

“Come sit on my face. Time for me to taste you.”

“What?” She grins.

“Sit on my face. I want to see how wet sucking my cock has made my naughty little slut.”

Her cheeks flush bright pink, and her bare pussy brushes over my chest as she moves higher, leaving a trail of her arousal.

“Oh, you’re fucking soaking, Joey.”

“I know.”

“Come here,” I growl, full of impatience, grabbing her hips and pulling her up until she’s straddling my face. “Let me eat that pussy.”

“You want me to sit? Like all the way down?”

“All the way. Like my face is your seat.” My fingers dig into her hips.

“But I’ll squash you. What if you can’t breathe?”

I sigh, and she shivers as my breath dusts over her thighs. “I’ll breathe just fine. Now. Sit. The. Fuck. Down.” I yank her hips down until her pussy rests on my face and my senses are flooded with her scent and her taste. Darting out my tongue, I swirl it over her clit.

“Fuck, Max,” she hisses my name.

“Mmm,” I mumble appreciatively as I lap at her delicious juices. She’s intoxicating. Everything I feel, taste, smell, hear, and see is her. Her cum drips onto my chin and makes my cock harden again in an instant. I don’t care how much my stab wound still hurts, she’s getting bent over and fucked as soon as I’m finished eating this sweet pussy.

I work a finger inside her hot channel while I feast on her, and her soft whimpers ripple through her body. I look up at her beautiful tits bouncing as she rides my face. Her pouty lips open in a perfect O. Seeing her on the edge makes me work her harder, sucking and licking as I finger fuck her tight pussy. I want to shower in her fucking cum.

“Max, I’m so close,” she breathes.

I pull my finger out of her and she whines with frustration, unaware that I have something else in mind. Her whole body goes tense when I slide my finger along the seam of her ass until I’m circling her tight little hole.

“Max,” she whimpers.

I push the tip of my finger into her. She instinctively shuffles forward, but I hold her in place, allowing her to get used to the sensation of something in her virgin ass. I graze my teeth over her swollen clit, and she shudders, arching her back and allowing me to push my finger deeper. She’s so soft and warm and my cock throbs at the thought of taking her here.

“Holy fuck,” she groans loudly as she rocks her hips again. I wrap my free hand around her throat and squeeze gently, hoping that will keep her a little quieter because I really don’t want her brothers to hear her come. Then I eat her sweet pussy and finger fuck her perfect ass until she comes all over my face with a breathy cry of my name.

As soon she stops trembling, I lift her off my face and pull her down my body until she’s lying on my chest. “Your face is covered in me,” she says, giggling.

“I know. Exactly how I like it.” I lick my lips.

“That was the perfect start to any morning.”

“You say that like we’re done, baby girl.”

“Aren’t we?”

I shake my head. “Not even close.”