Chapter 22
CHAPTER
TWENTY-TWO
Letti
“Yeah, as in Junior Viking, Icer,” I reply, my hand reaching out to stroke him through the fabric. “You can worship me next time, but right now? I want you inside of me plain and simple.”
He shakes himself out of the daze he’s in and before I know it, his boxers are sailing over the side of the bed as he grips me under my arms and rolls so I’m straddling him. “Then show me what you want.”
Love for him flows through me like lava on speed when I realize that this man, who always has to be in control of every situation, is allowing me to set the tone and pace. As I raise up slightly, I can see my wetness shining on his cock, which is long, hard, and veiny.
“I want to ride,” I murmur as I reach down and line him up with my entrance.
As I slide down his length, I can feel the slight burn as he stretches me, but it feels good and doesn’t evoke any of the bad memories that have always lurked whenever we were fooling around.
No, right now, it’s just the two of us here, the energy between us sparking so many sensations that I almost feel overwhelmed.
“Then ride, Goddess,” he says, his voice low and husky, which sends another wave of desire coursing through me, allowing me to fully seat myself on his cock.
Before I can get into my head about how I must look since all of my scars are on display, I plant my hands on his chest so I can play with his nipples and begin moving up and down in a rhythm that’s older than time itself.
My breath is coming out in small pants and moans as he thrusts upward whenever I’m coming down, hitting a spot that I’ve read about but always assumed was a myth.
“Viking,” I whimper, my orgasm building into something I’ve never felt before. “I-I-I need… I need something.”
“I’ve got you, Letti, and I’ll never let go,” he says. His hands, which span my hips and waist are gripping me tightly, but when his thumb begins stroking my clit, I explode.
“Viking!” I scream as wave after wave of absolute pleasure detonates throughout my body. Lights are flashing behind my eyes as I gasp and moan, the emotions almost too much at this point.
He thrusts several more times before he bellows out my name and I feel his cum filling my sheath, which is still spasming as I collapse on his chest, my own heaving as I try to fill my lungs with oxygen. We’re both sweaty messes but right now I couldn’t care less.
“I love you, Letti,” he murmurs, kissing my temple after he slides my hair off of my face.
“I love you, my Viking,” I reply, so sated that I find myself heading into a light doze.
“Letti, I’ll order more food, we’re not reheating that,” he says as I take our long forgotten plates into the kitchen to put in the microwave. “It’s been sitting out for hours and there’s no way I’m risking either of us getting food poisoning and destroying the memory of these past few hours.”
“Good idea,” I agree, heading over to the trash bin and dumping the plates. “Food poisoning while having a little one running about does not sound like a good time to me.”
“And tomorrow’s Valentine’s Day, so we’ll have little G too,” he reminds me. As he snatches his phone out of his jean pocket and begins shuffling through the delivery apps, he shakes his head. “We should just grab Elodie early and pick up some takeout on the way back. Have an early dinner.”
“Good suggestion. I’m not all that hungry right now,” I admit.
After we finished making love and snuggled for a long while, we jumped into a warm shower where we explored one another's bodies which led to another bout of carnal pleasure. So now, I’m nice and relaxed, food is the last thing on my mind.
A nap, however, sounds glorious. But that’s impossible right now because we’re expected to grab Elodie within the next couple of hours.
She usually stays longer at Riptide and Van’s after she’s done with her schoolwork so she can play with little Gage.
But seeing how today has been an emotional one, I’m with my Viking and think it’s a better idea to get her early, order dinner through a drive thru, and come back home and watch some Disney films. The evenings have become my favorite time in the day.
“I’ll text Van and let her know we’ll be coming sooner rather than later so she can plan her evening,” I tell him as I walk to the foyer and pluck my phone off the sofa table that he has stationed close to the front door where he normally tosses his keys, wallet, and other loose things he carries in his pockets.
I’ve adopted his habit and that’s where I place my things as well.
It makes it easier to find stuff instead of needing to buy an air tag so I can locate them.
I’m notorious about losing my keys, phone, and purse—or at least, I was.
“I need to drop my bike off for a tune-up, so I’ll be later than you are getting to Riptide’s. But the shop is around the corner from his place, so I won’t have my eyes off of you for long,” he informs me. “Are you comfortable with that? If not, I can see which guy is free that can tail you.”
“It’s just a couple of blocks, Viking. What could go wrong?”
“So many things,” he sighs. “Which is why I’m hesitant about letting you go on without me.”
“Won’t you need a ride from the shop to Rip’s?” I ask, curious about how he plans on getting there if he’s dropping his bike off. “Are you hoofing it?”
“Shade dropped his truck off yesterday for a minor repair and is picking it up today, so we’d thought it’d be easier if I rode back with him instead of having you follow me.
But plans have changed since then. The only reason I don’t want to break that with him is because he’s struggling with something and I’m the only one he’ll talk to. ”
I inwardly snicker because I imagine their talks are filled with grunts, sighs, and hand signals rather than using actual words. “I bet I know what he’s struggling with,” I tease, batting my lashes at him. “A lady named Tatum McAllister.”
“I’ve had that same idea,” he states, then ponders, “Maybe I’m not the best man for this job?”
“But it’s like you said, you’re the only one he’ll talk to about it so I don’t see how you have any other choice but to grin and bear it,” I point out.
He grunts which makes me laugh out loud.
“I know carrying on a verbal conversation isn’t in your wheelhouse, Viking, but the two of you are like two peas in a pod, you get each other like nobody else does.
Maybe all he needs you to do is listen,” I suggest.
“But what if he wants advice?” he asks me.
“Then follow your heart, Viking. Use your own experiences as examples,” I propose.
“The only experiences I have are with you and it feels wrong to talk to him about you without you there to give your input or stop me if something gets too personal, Letti. I don’t like it.
I don’t want anybody to know anything private about you.
It makes me twitchy because I’m the only one who should know that shit. ”
My man is such a neanderthal. Sometimes, he makes me think of those cavemen in the old insurance commercials who carry those wooden, billy clubs over their shoulders, waiting for the right moment to strike.
I’m waiting for him to beat his fists against his chest, swing that bludgeoning bat, and thunder—Mine!
“What if I give you permission to do so? Would that help you over that hurdle, Viking?”
“I don’t know,” he confesses. “I’d still feel like I was betraying you.”
“But you won’t be,” I nullify, trying to ease some of his burden. “Shade’s not a gossip so I’m not worried about him repeating things you tell him. Unless you know things about him that I don’t?”
“He’s not like that,” he says, defending his friend. “He knows things about me that none of our brothers do and he’s kept those things to himself for years.”
“Then I don’t have an issue with him knowing things about me, Viking.
But you can’t get yourself worked up if you don’t even know he’ll open up to you.
Why don’t you take it one minute at a time and wait to see if he’ll even want to talk to you.
If he does, and you think something about us will help him figure things out, then tell him what you feel is appropriate. ”
“Guess I could do that,” he mutters.
“Then that’s settled. One thing you can tick off your list of worries. I have an idea for your other thorn of contention,” I say.
“What’s that?” he inquires, walking over to me as I sit my phone back down, text to Van sent off.
“Your other concern is me being ahead of you, right?” I ask him.
“Yeah. It is,” he confirms.
“Then I’ll wait for thirty minutes before leaving. That should give you enough time to drop off your bike, meet with Shade, and head toward Riptide’s.”
“That still leaves you without protection,” he growls.
“But I won’t be far behind you, Viking. Surely, everything will be okay.”
“I suppose, but Letti, if anything feels wrong, if your gut says you need to reach out to me, don’t hesitate. I’m taking a huge risk not following my intuition on this. I’m trusting that you won’t take any unnecessary chances here.”
“I have you on speed dial,” I state. It’s true, I do, he’s number one and Riptide is number two.
Number three, four, and five are Slayer, LoneStar, and Shade.
The men I know will come charging in without an ounce of hesitancy regardless if I scream for help or not.
The call alone will trigger their protective instincts.
“Y’all are on my favorites lists so it’s easy to get to one of you with a touch of my finger. ”
“Still don’t like it. For some goddamn reason that only they can understand, Maloney and his deputies have a hard on for you,” he grumbles.
“I think that has more to do with messing with the club than a personal slight on me. What better way than to mess with the men than to harass their women? I’ll be fine, Viking. I have my pepper spray and taser handy. I’m never far from them.”
“Walk with them in your hands at all times, baby girl,” he directs. “That’s the only thing that’ll ease my conscience.”
“That’s a promise I’ll keep and guarantee will happen. Now get going, or you’re going to be late.”
“Alright, alright, I’m outta here,” he groans, packing his pockets with the items off the sofa table and coming over to me, bending me backward, and giving me a scorching kiss that makes me want to hold onto him and not let him go.
“See ya, soon,” I breathlessly say.
“Soon,” he repeats, patting me on the ass as he marches with heavy, reluctant feet out the door. We should’ve both listened to his gut. But I’m stubborn and refuse to let Maloney and his men dictate my life.