Wilson 21.
“Fuck, baby.” I murmur into her mouth, her desperation rivaling my own. My lips feel raw and my hands itch to explore more of her body, but we’re stuck—
“If you two don’t stop, I’m going to turn the car around and turn myself in to the FBI just to escape the wet grunts and whimpers.”
Tilly giggles, but it doesn’t stop her tongue stroking mine. Yeah, so, Lincoln is driving us back to Independence. He forced me into the front seat in a vain attempt to keep Tilly and I apart. It’s not working out for him, since I’m sideways in my seat, and she’s leaning as far forward as possible from the back seat so we can make out like randy teenagers…or a loving couple who has been separated for almost 48 hours after finally consummating our physical relationship and he can kiss my lily-white ass. I fucking missed her. Like oxygen. A limb. I craved her while I sat in sterile rooms answering ridiculous questions on repeat with barely any food or drink. I stewed in my anger at the images my imagination produced of her being handcuffed and placed in a holding cell.
“Seriously.” Linc sighs, his big body shifting uncomfortably in the driver’s seat of his SUV. “My brain is totally grossed out by the smacking noises your lips are making, but my dick is all ears. It’s a very confusing and disturbing time for me.”
“Sorry.” Tilly says quickly, barely breaking our kiss to apologize. She’s not sorry. And neither am I. Linc can just deal with it.
“We’re almost to the clubhouse. Can you please stop so my dick has time to retreat? Audrey will NOT understand.”
“Ok. Ok. Ok.” She kisses me between agreements, then pushes me by the shoulder and sits back in her seat. I do not enjoy the distance. Now that we’re together again, I don’t think I can handle being apart for any length of time. I think something snapped during my unfortunate sort of incarceration. The trip in the back of the FBI vehicle was unpleasant. And while the trip home is passing quickly and in comfort – Lincoln didn’t skimp on his family vehicle – I’m irritated, horny, determined, horny, and smell unfortunate.
“Thank you.” Linc meets her eyes in the rearview with a chin dip. “Madison has called Church when we return. Tilly, you will be joining us.”
“In Church?” Her surprise is warranted, non-members aren’t usually invited into Church, but we’ve made exceptions over the years.
“Yes. We’ll need to review everything we know from beginning to end. The FBI dropped the charges for now, but the best defense is a good offense. If we find who’s responsible, you two are officially in the clear. And I’m fucking pissed someone stole my dad’s bike. It was hard enough donating it, but it was a worthy cause my pops would have whole-heartedly supported. I want the fucker found and if he happens to be injured during the process, all the better.”
“Understood. Agreed. Church will have to wait.” Linc glances at me, then focuses back on the road.
“You’ve just left federal custody and now you want to try your luck by making Prez wait?”
“We need showers. Toothbrushes. Deodorant. And 3 ply toilet paper.”
“At least.” Tilly agrees with a grimace.
“Alright. It’ll take Pierce, Fields, and I a little while to get everything set up anyway. Kadisha is at the office and needs to link our server.”
Turning in my seat to fully face Tilly, I let my eyes run down her body. The way her tits tease me beneath her stretched t-shirt. Her pants mold to her thighs. The junction of her legs promises all the pleasure I’ll ever need. “30 minutes.” Tilly raises her left dark eyebrow in challenge. “Better make it 45.”
We drive through the gates of the club compound, one of the prospects, Cask, giving us a jolly wave. As soon as Lincoln stops the car, I’m out, ripping open the back door and pulling Tilly into my arms. Pushing her against the closed door, I inhale her tongue and grind my cock between her spread legs. Warmth envelops me through layers of clothing, and it drives me mad with lust. Fuck, I want her. Always. Forever. Twice on Sundays.
I step through the doors of the clubhouse to raucous applause. I barely pay attention, intent on getting my woman upstairs, naked and into my shower. I need to wash away the last 48 hours, give us a fresh start.
“Wilson!” Shit. I can’t ignore that cry. Kissing Tilly softly on her lips, I pull back to explain, but she nods in understanding. She’s perfect. Tilly’s on her feet for less than a second before Sammy barrels into me, nearly knocking me down in his enthusiasm, and tempering the raging lust coursing through my veins. “Wilson!” He sobs hard, his little arms clinging to me. I fight tears of my own, taking a knee to hug him properly.
“It’s ok, JP, I’m right here. Safe and sound.” I assure him, my chin resting on the top of his head.
Through stuttering breaths, he tells me, “Your bike is so clean, Wilson. And I checked your tire pressure. And blinker light fluid.” Over the top of his head, I glare at my club brothers until I come to Ford, nearly bent over in half laughing silently. I’ll get him back later for fucking with my buddy.
“Give me a few days, little man, and we’ll meet with Keller to go over all the different parts of a bike.”
“Ok.” Leaning back from our embrace, Sammy pats my cheeks, my shoulders, then hugs me tightly again. “You’re ok? They didn’t hurt you?”
“No, buddy. I’m smelly and I haven’t brushed my teeth in two days, but I’m good.”
He sucks in a harsh breath, swivels his head on my shoulder and peers at Tilly. “I know where you were was awful. But please…please don’t leave like my mommy. I like you, Tilly. And I think Wilson loves you.”
Tears track down my woman’s cheeks as she gets on her knees and sandwiches Sammy between us. “He loves me?” Sammy nods emphatically, his head bumping my chin. “That’s a relief. Can I tell you a secret, Sammy?”
“I’m really good at keeping secrets, Tilly. I haven’t told anyone that Enzo accidentally peed in Ford’s bed when we were watching Pulp Fiction.”
“That little shit!” Ford scoffs. “I thought I got so drunk I pissed myself while I was sleeping.”
“You big shit! You let my 9-year-old son watch a Tarantino movie?” Lincoln looks like he’s about to bury Ford in a shallow grave.
Sammy grins, though his expression turns serious a second later. “Ok, so maybe I’m not good at keeping secrets.”
“That’s ok, Sammy. I think Wilson already knows. I love him too.”
“You won’t leave?”
Tilly meets my eyes over Sammy’s head. My breath catches at the depth of emotion I find in her beautiful brown eyes. “Nope.”
“Tilly is my Ol’ Lady.” That eyebrow of hers rises slowly, making me laugh.
“I am, am I?”
“Where’s her kutte?” Sammy asks innocently.
“That’s a darn good question, Sammy. Where is my kutte? A proper Ol’ Lady should have a cut to show her allegiance to not only the club, but her Ol’ Man.”
I look around the room, ignoring the shitty grins of everyone watching us. “I’ve been a little busy.”
“Wilson?” Sammy’s staring up at me with big eyes and a smirk that looks too much like Ford’s. “You should get busy brushing your teeth. Your breath stinks.”
Done with our hug, Sammy squirms between us to get away when I huff out a long exhale right in his face. The moment he’s off toward Audrey, Tilly and I close the gap, my arm going over her shoulders, hers around my waist.
I find Madison near the bar and give him a chin lift. “45 minutes, Prez? We need to freshen up, clearly, and—”
“That’s it. Just freshen up.” Tilly slaps a hand over my mouth, much to the amusement of the club.
Madison walks to us. He pulls us both into a hug, releasing us quickly. “It’s good to have you both back. 45 minutes, not a minute later. So, bring your A game in that shower, boy, and get ‘er done.” He pats me hard on the back and kisses Tilly’s cheek with a wink. Bastard.
Tilly clasps my hand and speedwalks with her head down toward the stairs and up to my room. I stifle a chuckle, not wanting to embarrass her further. “Everybody all up in each other’s business. Commenting on sexy times. Ain’t natural.” She’s muttering to herself, her hand tightening around mine. I simply follow along, happy to be together again.
In my room, the door closes behind me with a click that seems to echo around us. The air thickening with arousal.
“Tilly—”
“Brush our teeth first. Then you can rail me in the shower. And if the timer hasn’t run out, you can do it again in your bed.”
I’m nodding as she speaks, stepping out of my boots and pulling my shirt over my head. “Yes, ma’am.” I usher her into my attached bathroom, caging her in against the vanity and sink. Our eyes meet in the mirror, and I decide I can’t wait for the shower. “Get our toothbrushes ready.” My voice is octaves lower than normal. With slightly trembling hands, I undo my pants and push them down my legs, then reach between Tilly and the sink to unbutton hers. She gasps, her eyes flaring in the mirror, quickly grabbing our toothbrushes and squirting healthy blobs of toothpaste on both. I pull her hips, forcing her to cant her ass toward me. Dipping my cock between her legs, I pat the outside of her right thigh, and she spreads so beautifully for me.
Meeting her eyes once more in the mirror, I take my toothbrush from her shaky hand, plop it in my mouth as I thrust up into her from behind. She groans around her own toothbrush as I sink in deep. Fuck. This is good. She’s good. So good. I rock my hips slowly, lazily, in and out, letting her feel every thick inch of my cock. I’ve never considered brushing one’s teeth erotic, but damned if I won’t be getting an erection at my next dental cleaning. In moments, she’s throwing her ass back, her pussy gobbling up my shaft, her hand moving at the same tempo. This is gonna be quick. She spasms around me, sticks out her tongue to brush it, and cums as she spits into the sink, bending over slightly and taking me just a bit deeper. I plant myself to the hilt, bring my free arm up her chest to clutch her shoulder and tilt her to the side so I can spit too as I fill her with my cum.
“Holy shizzle.” She cups her hands under the running water and brings them to her mouth to swish, then spits again. Smiling at me with pearly white teeth, she leans her head back against my chest and laughs. She has such a great laugh. I want to hear it every day of forever. “I’m gonna get wet every time I brush my teeth!”
Kissing the top of her head, I withdraw slowly from her body. Already missing her tight warmth. “At least you can hide your arousal, I’m gonna have to find a new dentist once he sees my cockstand during my six month check up!”
“Oh God!” She laughs harder, picturing how that scenario will play out. She sobers a minute later, looking between her legs as my cum drips down her inner thighs. Fucking hell. I pick her up with my hands under her thighs and drop her onto my still rock-hard cock.
“Shower, woman. We don’t have much time, and I need you to cum at least twice more before Prez starts yelling.”
“So demanding.” She says on a sigh, her body fitting me like a glove. “If you must…have your way with me.”
And I do.