Chapter 15 #2
Linsey stands on the porch while I straighten a sleeping bag inside the tent. She looks worried so I try and put her mind at rest. “It’s a sleepover, babe. They’re camping in our fenced backyard.”
”I know. It’s just after everything I don’t like it when he’s out of my sight. Even if he’s just in the backyard.” She lets out a sigh. “He’s growing up. Maybe that’s what it is.” She gives a sniff and wipes her eyes. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me, I’ve been getting so emotional lately.”
I laugh, because my old lady ain’t wrong about that. I caught her sobbing at an advert for puppy food the other day.
The boys finally settle inside the tent with flashlights, comic books, and a plan to remain awake until sunrise. Cameras cover the entire yard, and I can see the glow of their lantern from the kitchen window. That allows me to keep an eye on them without standing over them every five minutes.
Noah comes inside at nine forty.
He tries to look casual while requesting another blanket and two bottles of water. Then he glances towards the living room to make sure his mother can’t hear.
“We heard something near the side fence.”
I pull up the security cameras on my phone. “Let’s check.”
We watch the recording together. My next-door neighbor’s cat is walking along the top of the fence, drops into our yard, and knocks over an empty flowerpot.
“Visual confirmed,” Noah says as his shoulders relax. “It was the cat.”
“It was. Good lookin’ out. I can tell nothing escapes your notice, soldier. You did the right thing by checkin’ the security feed.”
“That’s what I told Tommy.”
He walks towards the back door. Before going outside, he stops with his back to me. “This was the best day I ever had.”
He runs across the grass before I can answer.
When I turn around, Linsey is standing in the kitchen doorway. She crosses the room, grabs the front of my shirt with both hands and kisses me.
She’s been wearing my cut all day. I’ve spent hours trying not to think about my name across her back. The time for pretending ends the second her mouth touches mine.
I grip the leather at her waist and pull her closer. She smiles against my lips and runs her hands up my chest to circle around my neck.
“Be honest,” she murmurs. “On a scale of one to ten, how much do you enjoy seeing me in your property cut?”
“There ain’t a number high enough, darlin’,” I tell her.
She walks backward down the hall, pulling me by my shirt. “What if your property cut was all I was wearing?”
That thought ignites my lust. We barely make it inside the bedroom before I have her back against the wall. My lips land on her throat, nipping and kissing, because I know it’s one of her sweet spots. She drags my shirt over my head while my hands move over the warm leather covering her body.
I strip off her jeans and underwear. She helps me remove the T-shirt beneath the cut, then stands in front of me wearing nothing except black leather. Her hair is a mess from my hands, but her eyes are bright with desire and that’s all I fuckin’ need for everything to be right with my world.
“You have no idea what seeing you in my cut does to me,” I tell her as I slide out of the rest of my clothing.
“The same thing that seeing all your gorgeous muscles and tats do for me.”
I give her a lopsided smile. “You think I’m hot?”
“Any woman would, babe.”
I take her down to the bed and cover her with my body. I love feeling her soft skin against mine. We can take our time tonight, so I move slowly. I kiss her lips, throat, and collarbone before working my way down to her breasts.
When I take one nipple into my mouth, she writhes against me and then hisses, pulling my head back a little.
I lift my head immediately. “Did I accidentally hurt you?”
“They’ve been sore lately. Maybe it’s getting close to my time of the month or something.” She tugs my head back down. “Don’t stop. Just be gentler.”
“I can totally do that,” I tell her.
I kiss and touch her carefully until the tension leaves her body. The small sounds she makes tell me what feels good. I always pay attention because remembering what Linsey likes is important.
When I move down her body, she shifts impatiently beneath me and slides one heel along the back of my thigh. “I’m getting there, sweetness.”
“Get there faster. Your woman has needs, especially after watching you build tents with your shirt off this evening.”
I settle between her thighs and use my tongue on her. That’s when the panting and moaning start.
Linsey grabs a pillow and presses it over her face to keep the boys from hearing her. I take my time, licking her slowly while I work two fingers inside her. Her thighs tighten against my shoulders as the pleasure builds.
When she comes, her back arches and the pillow barely muffles her cry.
She tosses it aside, reaches for me and pulls me up her body.
“I need you inside me, right now.”
“I like it when you’re bossy.”
“It’s the cut,” she says in an overly dramatic voice. “It’s making me extra bossy.”
I chuckle. “That ain’t how property cuts work, darlin’.”
She reaches between us and takes me in her hand. The joking comes to a screeching stop when she guides me to her opening.
I push inside slowly until I’m buried deep. Her breath catches, and her arms close around my shoulders. I stay there for a moment with my forehead resting against hers, enjoying the feel of her beneath me. Then I begin to move.
There’s desperate need building between us tonight.
I know her body now, and she trusts me with it.
It’s hard to hold back and go slow when we both want it so badly.
It takes discipline to pull almost all the way out before pushing deep again, without rushing the moment.
Her nails drag down my back while she lifts her hips to meet every thrust.
The leather shifts beneath my hands, reminding me she accepted everything I offered today. My property cut. My club. My home. My cock. She’s eager for all of it.
I slide my hand between our bodies and circle her clit with my thumb. Her inner muscles begin tightening around my cock.
“Sabre,” she gasps. I can tell by the tone of her voice she’s about to come screaming.
She does that sometimes. I cover her mouth with mine as she comes again.
Her body locks down and then contracts rhythmically around me until I can barely hold back.
When she whispers naughty things in my ear, I lose the fight.
I thrust deep and hold, groaning her name as I come inside her.
Afterward, Linsey sprawls across my chest and traces one of the tattoos on my arm lazily. I realize in this moment I don’t think I’ve ever felt happier or more at peace with my life.
We chat back and forth for a while before she drops off to sleep.
Before I close my eyes, I reach for my phone and check the backyard camera.
The tent glows green in the night vision feed.
Two boy-sized shapes fill the sleeping bags, and one flashlight is still on beneath the canvas even though it’s well past midnight.
The yard is secure. The house is quiet. Everyone I love is safe.