Midnight (The Devil’s House MC: West Virginia #8)

Chapter Thirty-One

“JESUS HADDIE,” I groaned as she twisted her hips as she rode me. “I won’t last long if you keep doing that.”

Her hands ran over my chest as she leaned down to kiss me and breathed, “Just enjoy the ride.”

“That’s easier said than done,” I muttered against her lips, stealing another sweet taste of her.

Laughing softly, she traced a finger down my cheek and moved her hips in that slow, sensual rhythm again. The sight of her, the feel of her, it was so fucking good. Her long hair was cascading down around us, creating an intimate curtain that shut out the rest of the world. It was just Haddie and me.

She straightened back up and ran her hands up my torso, clutching at my shoulders. The sudden shift had me gasping, my hands automatically gripping her hips to guide her. Her head tilted back, and she let out a low moan. The sound echoed through the small cabin, imprinting itself into the walls.

“I can’t stop...” I began, trying to offer what little control I had left.

“And here I thought you were a tough guy,” she teased lightly. The smile on her face was wickedly hot, a sight for the thirsty man lost in the desert for months. It was a challenge, one I willingly accepted.

“Oh Haddie,” I smirked defiantly, flipping us over so she was under me now. “I’m tougher than you think.”

Her surprise quickly turned into a delighted squeal before morphing into soft moans as I claimed her lips with mine once more, taking over. The tables had been turned, and it was time for her to ‘enjoy the ride’.

Her hands moved to my hair, strands of it weaving through her fingers as she arched upwards, meeting me halfway. My lips tasted the sweet saltiness of her skin as I traced a path downwards from her lips along the curve of her neck. She gasped, her nails digging into my scalp, sending jolts of pleasure mixed with pain coursing through me.

She writhed beneath me, pure unfiltered passion emanating from every move she made, every soft whimper escaping her lips. I marveled at the sight of her, so fucking turned on by the fact she was mine.

With a growl of pure need, I began moving against her, setting my own pace that was both punishing and loving. Her body moved perfectly in sync with mine, a testament to our special connection. There was no more talking, only the sound of shared breaths and quiet sighs of pleasure filled the room.

“Oh God,” she gasped as I drove into her deeper, harder. Her fingers dug into my back; her legs wrapped around my waist, bringing me closer. The friction between us created an inferno that consumed all rational thought.

As I watched Haddie’s face, a new wave of urgency swept over me. Without uttering a single word, our bodies spoke volumes. Our bodies began to move faster, the bed bouncing off the floor. Her fingers traced hot trails over my back, pressing into me with a feral need that matched my own. Fucking hell, there’s nothing like the pleasure she gives me.

Her breath hitched as I reached between us, eliciting a high cry as my hand found her most sensitive spot. “God,” she swore, the low moan rumbling through her chest and vibrating against my own. I could feel her body tightening around me, ready to tip over the edge.

She tugged at my hair, pulling me up to meet her gaze. Our eyes locked and in their fiery depths, I saw everything - the lust, need, love - all mirrored in my own irises. I felt like I was drowning in them, but it was a blissful descent that I didn’t mind in the least.

Her moans grew louder and more desperate, the sweetest music to my ears, her body arching as the pleasure mounted. The moment was near, I could sense it in the frantic pace of her breathing and in the increasingly tight coil of her body.

“Don’t stop,” she rasped out, her voice barely a whisper among our labored breathing and pounding hearts. “Please...”

The plea was my undoing. My control shattered like a thousand pieces of glass against a wall. With one last thrust, the dam broke.

“Fuck, Haddie,” I groaned her name like a prayer on my lips as I found my release. She followed suit seconds later, her body shuddering beneath mine as she cried out my name.

The room fell into silent tranquility but for our panting breaths and racing hearts that slowly dwindled down. She ran her fingers gently through my hair, anchoring me to reality after the post-orgasmic haze.

I held myself above her, not wanting to crush Haddie with my weight, but her arms around my back encouraged me to settle against her. Our bodies were slicked with sweat, heat radiating out from between us in the cool air of the room. Haddie gave a contented sigh beneath me, fingers tracing idle patterns on my back.

“God, that was...” she trailed off, words failing her. I chuckled, pressing a lazy kiss to the hollow of her throat.

“Yeah,” I agreed, my voice muffled against her skin. “It was.”

Silence fell over us again, comfortable and soothing. I felt Haddie’s body relax beneath me as I listened to the steady rhythm of her heart matching mine. Her fingers brushed once along the shell of my ear before she pulled me slightly upward to look into her eyes again. Her gaze was soft yet filled with an intensity that took my breath away.

“I love you so much,” she murmured quietly, a flicker of vulnerability showing in her eyes before being replaced by determined certainty.

“I love you too, Haddie,” I replied huskily. “And our baby.” My hand caressed her stomach, which was finally looking rounder and making it more real. Haddie finally saw a doctor, and it was a relief to find out everything was okay.

“Sometimes I can’t believe this is all real,” she whispered, kissing my chest. “Us finding each other like we did.”

“No doubt in my mind you were meant for me,” I replied, holding her tighter. “Sometimes a road takes you where you need to be, and you stop questioning how you got there. We’re just supposed to enjoy the ride together.”