The MC President's Forsaken Wife (Zara and Knox) novel Chapter 240

Chapter 121-2

.ocke stares down at me, his eyes stubborn, and brimming with that fiercely protective instinct that defines every move he makes. “I don’t care about the pressure. You come first. Period.”

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‘Listen to me,” I say, “Jade texted me this morning. She said she and Mayhem took that long drive last night, and they actually talked. Really talked. Things are good between them now… they worked through he whole mess.”

Locke pauses, a subtle shift in his expression. “Mayhem didn’t say much when I was making the coffee his morning, but he looked less like he wanted to punch a hole in the wall.”

Exactly,” I smile faintly. “So I was thinking… why doesn’t Jade just take point on my aftercare? She knows what she’s doing.”

Locke stays quiet for a long moment, the water beating down on his wide back as he processes the idea. He hates the thought of handing off my care to anyone else; his instinct is to carry every heavy thing by himself until his back breaks. But he’s smart, and he knows I’m making sense.

Jade’s good people,” he says slowly. “She knows how to handle herself, and she cares about you.”

‘She’s my best friend,” I remind him gently. “And having her here takes the weight off your shoulders. It lets you be an MC member when you need to be, so you can be completely present when you’re with me.”

Locke looks down into my face for a long, quiet stretch, searching my eyes. Slowly, the hard, stubborn edge around his jaw softens. He lets out a deep, heavy breath, leaning down to press his forehead against

mine.

‘You’re too organized for your own good, you know that?” he says,

‘Someone has to look out for you,” I say. “You spend all your time protecting everyone else. Let us have yo ur back for a change, huh?”

Locke slides his hands down my back, pulling my hips flush against his.

‘Alright,” he murmurs, his lips brushing against mine. “Jade can take point. On one condition.”

“What’s that?”

“You let me handle the pressure right now,” he says. “Relieve some, in fact.”

Before I can ask what he means, Locke’s hands move with sudden, devastating purpose.

He shifts me backward, pressing my spine firmly against the warm, smooth tile of the shower wall. The hot water cascades over his back, shielding us in a curtain of steam. He grips my left thigh, lifting my leg effortlessly, pulling it up over his hip so my cunt is completely open to him.

My breath hitches sharply, my hands grabbing his shoulders for balance. “Lock, what

Without a word, he drops to his knees on the wet floor. His eyes look up at me, fierce, possessive, and completely focused on one thing.

He reaches out, gripping the backs of my thighs, holding me pinned against the tile wall.

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Chapter 121

Locke, gasp, my head falling back against the wall. “I don’t what -”

He doesn’t answer with words. He leans in, his mouth pressing directly against my p***y.

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He laps at me with tong, deep’strokes, his tongue finding my slick clit and swirling around it with a steady, relentless rhythm that makes my knees go weak.

A high, helpless sound tears from my throat, my hands burying into his wet hair, gripping tight as my body instantly bows off the wall.

“Locke… oh God…”

He groans against my skin, the sound vibrating straight through my core. He slides two fingers deep inside my cunt, slick with the shower water and my own arousal, establishing a deep, rhythmic pump that matches the slow, possessive work of his tongue as it dances up and down my swollen p***y lips.

By now, he knows every inch of my body, every sensitive spot, every fraction of pressure that makes me undo.

He doesn’t hold back, doesn’t tease me, doesn’t wait. His thumb presses against my aching clit, his fingers curling inside me, driving a sharp, jagged surge of electric pleasure straight up through my belly.

My fingers tangle harder in his hair, pulling him closer, anchoring him to me as the sensation builds at a terrifying speed. The hot water pouring over us feels like part of the touch, heightening every nerve ending until I’m burning from the inside out.

“Let go, baby. Give it to me.” he says, pulling back just an inch, his voice dark and thick with satisfaction as he watches my face. His fingers keep up the deep, relentless rhythm inside me.

I look down at him, my vision blurred by steam and pure, unadulterated pleasure. He’s staring at me, his eyes burning, his mouth slick with my p***y juices, watching me break for him.

The sight of his total devotion, his dark need to see me undone, pushes me straight over the edge.

The coil inside my chest snaps. A violent, blinding orgasm crashes over me, my internal muscles clamping tightly around his fingers as a breathless cry echoes off the tile walls. My body shakes, my back arching as wave after wave of electric heat ripples through my hips.

Locke doesn’t stop. He stays right there, his mouth sealing over me again, drinking in my liquid climax, his tongue working me through every single pulse of my release.

He stays right there until I’m trembling, completely breathless, and clinging to his shoulders for dear life.

Gradually, the intense waves settle into a soft, aching hum.

Locke slowly slides his fingers out of me, leaning up to press a lingering kiss to my pulsing clit before rising to his feet. He steps back up into my space, wrapping his arms around me.

He pulls me off the wall and back into his chest under the hot stream of the showerhead. I bury my face against his wet neck, my arms wrapping around his broad back, my heart hammering like a trapped bird against his ribs.]

“You okay?” he says, stroking my wet hair with heavy hands. “You here with me yet?”

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I’m… I’m okay.” I mange to huff, resting my weight against his solid strength. “I’m… I’m definitely not Thinking about cherno anymore.”

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“Good.” Locke lets out a low, satisfied chuckle, his lips pressing against the crown of my head. “That was the whole damn point.

“Was it?”

“Sure was.”

“Was it the only point?”

“What?”

“I mean… my pressure has been relieved.” I lean my head back against the wall, hold his stare as I stroke his delicious c**k, hard and huge against my thigh. “What about yours, handsome?”

“Huh. You think I should do something about it?”

“Uh-huh.” I tease the tip, feel the hot, helpless spurt of cum on my fingers. “Most definitely.”

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