Tattered Love (Needle's Kiss)

God! Fuck! I need you!” At his raw words, my orgasm tore through me, my back arching. “Oh, shit, Mace, I—holy fuck!” I yelled out, seconds before he pumped hard into me one final time. On a roar, he stilled and spilt himself deep in my still contracting muscles.
    Panting and shaking, I rested my head on his shoulder as he pulled out and zipped up. His come ran down my thighs as I righted my skirt. I could only imagine what my hair looked like; that and the flush of my skin would make it clear what we had been up to.
    Mace stopped us at the door before going back inside. He leaned down and gave me a slow but no less scorching kiss, leaving me as per usual breathless. Pulling back, he slapped me on the ass as I headed toward our table while he went to grab everyone another round from the bar. Trip looked from me to Mace then back to me again, a smirk on his face as he asked, “What were you doin’ out the back?”
    Getting nailed against the wall by your brother.
    Figuring he wouldn’t let me hear the end of it if I confirmed, I simply mumbled, “Forgot to lock the car.” Trip looked at me, pointed and burst out laughing. “Shut up, you fool!” I chastised light heartedly, just as Mace got to the table; he leaned around Remy and punched Trip, corking his arm
    “Keep laughin’, you give her shit, and I’ll break it next time,” he joked.
    My joking mood was abruptly cut short when I looked up to see tears in Teeny’s eyes. She quickly pushed her way out of the booth, mumbled a few goodbyes and took off out the front doors. Trip’s head snapped up and he took off after her.
    “What the hell is that all about?” I asked Mace and Remy. Mace just shook his head. Remy looked back to me “They’ve got something going on. Teen was shooting daggers through him most of the night. The boy’s got problems there if you ask me.”
    Curiosity was getting the better of me, along with the fact Teen never hid anything from me. I wanted to know what the hell had gotten her so upset. Obviously, it was about Trip, or he at least knew what was happening. Tomorrow night couldn’t come quick enough.

 

     
    “Teeny fill you in on what’s goin’ down?” Lying in bed wrapped around Mace a few days later, warm, naked and sated after a morning of mind-blowing sex, my body was still limp as his hand ran lightly up and down my back. “No, not really. She’s over the top emotional, but keeping the details locked down. It’s buggin’ me though. Teen isn’t like that. She always tells me what’s goin’ on. I’m really worried,” I told his chest where my head was lying.
    With a kiss to the top of my head, he quietly suggested, “She’ll be fine, babe. Whatever it is, she’ll tell you when she’s ready. Just give her time, yeah?”
    I rolled off him onto my back staring at the ceiling. A smirk crossed my face. “I hate it when you’re right, you know!” There was a small tension in the air, but I’d put it down to my concerns for Teeny; that was until Mace spoke again.
    “Scar, I—I need to talk to you about something, without you getting the wrong idea.” That whole sentence put me on edge. What the hell could be so damn important he needed to start off like that?
    My stomach knotted up. I turned my face to his. “Okay, so talk.” Best to get it out there now, right? He looked nervous, like he wasn’t sure how to tell me whatever this thing was, and that was in turn making me nervous.
    Shit .
    He held my hand in his, resting them on his chest where I could feel his heart beating out of control. “I have to go away for a few days and I can’t say where, but I won’t be gone long.” Relief washed over me. That was it? That was his big confession? I burst out laughing. Mace looked at me like I’d lost my mind.
    “Mace, you should know by now I’m not some needy bitch. You gotta go for a few days, fine. I’ll see you when you get back. You have a phone. I have a phone. There’s this thing people do called texting. It’s where you—” Cut off mid-sentence by hard warm lips, my libido kicked in; the whole mood shifted from joking to serious.
    Mace shifted so he was above me. He looked down at me like I was the most precious thing in the world. His hands framing my face, he leaned down and softly kissed my lips. Pulling back slightly searching my face, he whispered, “I love you, Scar.”
    My breath caught at the intensity shining in his eyes. The way he was holding me, imploring me to