Chapter 66 #2
Laying her down on the bed, I peel her towel off and lean over her. She stiffens for a moment and I freeze, not wanting to push her if she’s not ready. Then it dawns on me that I’m in the same position Darren was in when we stormed into the room.
“We don’t have to, Darlin’. We can get dressed and I can hold you all night long if you’re not ready.”
She shakes her head as she runs her hands down my chest and then around my hips to grab my ass.
“No, I want this, Anthony. I want you. It was just a momentary thing since it’s the same position, but I don’t want to think about him.
” She smirks as she pulls me closer to her.
“I want you to fuck me, Anthony. Fuck me so hard that I’m going to feel it for days. ”
Leaning forward, I kiss down her jaw, down her neck and across her collarbone.
“Tell me where, Darlin’.”
Her body tenses under mine for a second before she relaxes again, and I know she understands the unspoken part of my request.
To tell me where I need to kiss or touch to erase the feel of his touch on her.
She pushes slightly on my head and I kiss around her breast until I get to her nipple, which I suck into my mouth, letting my teeth graze it the way I know she likes. Opening my eyes, I will myself not to pay attention to the red marks on her breast from Darren.
Her back arches under me as she pushes herself harder against me.
While I’m teasing her breast, she guides my other hand lower and I slip a finger into her pussy, moaning when I feel how wet she is for me.
I switch breasts as I continue to finger fuck her, making sure my hand rubs against her clit as I do.
“Yes, yes,” she pants as her hips rise and she pushes against my hand for my friction.
When I can tell she’s close, I kiss down her stomach and she parts her legs for me.
I latch onto her clit and suck hard. Lark slaps a hand over her mouth as she screams as her orgasm rushes through her and I lower myself, licking up her juices as I slowly thrust my fingers in and out of her to prolong her orgasm.
My gaze catches on the start of a red mark on her ass cheek and anger rises in me that he’s marked her again, but I push it down for now. Later I can work my anger out on the asshole, but right now, I need to take care of my woman.
I push her thighs forward as I kiss and nibble around the red mark, which has Lark writhing and moaning.
As I do, I spot an area that looks like she’s gotten the start of a friction burn in between her ass cheeks.
This time it’s harder to push down my rage, knowing he had thrust against her hard enough to give her a slight burn, but I don’t have the supplies with me to take her that way.
That part will need to wait until we’re back home. If she wants me to that is.
“Anthony, please,” Lark begs and I lower her legs, kissing up her stomach until I claim her lips in a bruising kiss.
A shudder runs through me when she drags her nails up my back and I pull back slightly, notching myself at her entrance before glancing up at her one last time in question. She nods and I slowly push forward, wanting to savor the feeling of her body adjusting to taking me in.
When I’m fully seated, I take her lips again as I pull back and thrust in, hard. Lark moans and I swallow it as I kiss her deeper. Her nails drag against my back again and my control snaps.
I take her harder, deeper while peppering her neck and shoulder with kisses and love bites.
Lark cries out when I latch onto the spot where her neck meets her shoulder and suck hard.
I know she gives me shit about giving her hickeys, but I also know she absolutely loves it when I mark her like this.
In response, I feel her getting wetter as she desperately tries to keep her moans and cries quiet so the guys don’t hear her.
Leaning back, I angle my hips and her eyes damn near roll back in her head as I hit a deeper part of her.
“Yes, yes, harder, Anthony, harder.”
Grabbing her hips, I hold her tight as I piston into her. Sweat forms on my forehead, but I make no move to wipe it. All that matters right now is Lark’s pleasure.
Her hands move to her breasts and I moan as my pace falters a bit.
“That’s it, Darlin’. Pluck those nipples. Play with those pretty tits.”
Lark whimpers and her grip tightens on her breasts as she does as I ask. Not being able to take it anymore, I lean down, taking one of her nipples in my mouth. She cries out, her hands clawing at my shoulders, arms, and back as I tease and nibble her nipple.
Switching breasts, I give it the same treatment.
Lark’s body trembles as another orgasm approaches and I pick up the pace, thrusting faster as I continue teasing her nipple.
Lark’s body trembles harder, signaling she’s right on the edge, so I bite down gently on her nipple.
Lark’s body goes tight as a bow as she screams silently, her body clamping down so hard on my dick I damn near follow her.
Gritting my teeth, I stave off my orgasm, wanting Lark to come one more time before I do.
Lark pants and her body twitches with the aftereffects of her orgasm. Kissing back up her neck, I take her lips again, trying to pour all of my emotions into it.
Almost like a switch, everything changes.
Lark’s body relaxes further into the bed, and I slow my pace. Our kiss becomes less hungry and turns more passionate. Her hands softly roam over my arms and back as I continue to thrust slow and deep into her. My arms tighten around her and hers tighten around me in response.
“Anthony,” she gasps.
“Lark, my Lark. Tell me you’re mine, Lark.”
“I’m yours. All yours. Only yours.”
Tears fall from her eyes, trailing down her cheeks. I rest my forehead on hers as we stare into each other’s eyes, our lips so close our breath mingles.
Out of nowhere, Lark’s eyes close and she cries out as her orgasm washes over her. This time, I can’t fight it, and my body tightens as I cum, unleashing ropes of cum inside her.
I collapse on the bed next to her, then pull her into my arms. Her head settles on my bicep as her hands go to my chest, her fingers tracing my scars. It used to bother me at first, but now, feeling her hands on them soothes the phantom aches that sometimes creep up on me.
Leaning forward, I kiss her forehead. “Love you, Lark.”
She places a kiss on my chest. “Love you, too, Anthony.”
We lay there for a little bit, just wrapped in our own world, soaking up each other’s touch.
Glancing at the clock, I sigh and tap her hip. “Let me go get you a washcloth, Darlin’. We should let the others back in so we can get some shut eye.”
She nods sleepily, rolling onto her back.
Sitting up, I pad into the bathroom and quickly clean up before getting dressed.
I wet a washcloth and grab Lark’s clothes and backpack before heading back into the bedroom.
I grimace internally when I see how red she is as I wipe up my cum off her thighs, grateful that she had the towel still under her lower half.
“Hopefully Mama Astrid threw some pajamas in that backpack,” Lark mumbles as she rubs her eyes.
A yawn slips out and my gut twists with worry that she’ll have nightmares tonight about what all happened.
Then her face hardens. “Tomorrow, I’ll tell you everything he told me.
He was rather chatty once he got on a roll. ”
I frown, wanting to know what all happened, but also not wanting her to relive that again before falling asleep.
“Did he say anything about knowing your second stalker?” I ask and she shakes her head as she sifts through the contents of the backpack, pulling out some shorts and one of my old t-shirts.
“No. It sounded like he was working alone.”
Lark gets dressed and once she crawls into bed, I put the backpack on the ground next to the nightstand. Leaning down, I kiss her.
“I’m going to go and check on our guest, and then I’ll be back in.”
“Okay.” She gnaws on her lip and looks up at me. A second later, her eyes harden and her jaw clenches. “I want in on his punishment. I don’t know if there was more to it than what he told me, but if there is, I want to know everything.”
My gut twists, but I nod, already knowing this was going to be a request of hers. Leaning down, I give her another kiss.
“Wouldn’t have it any other way, Darlin’. Honestly, after Forest Creek, I’m surprised you haven’t put your name in to join.”
A blush pinkens her cheeks. “I’ve been thinking about it, to be honest, but wanted to talk to you about it first. The club is my family, and I want to protect everyone.”
Indecision once again hits me, but I stomp it down. After the attack on Forest Creek, I knew we’d benefit from having Lark be a member of the club. Yeah, there’s a risk she could get hurt, but then again, there’s already that risk with her being my Old Lady, and soon, my wife.
“I’d be honored to have you at my side and in the club, Darlin’. If that’s what you decide you want, I don’t think anyone in the club would be against you joining.”
Her blush darkens and she nods.
“It is.”
Nodding, I pull the blankets up around her and kiss her forehead. Taking her ring off the nightstand, I slide it back onto her finger where it belongs. “Then we’ll call Church after we get home, and we’ll put it to vote so it’s official. Rest now, Darlin’. I’ll be back in a few minutes.”
Turning off the light near her, I walk around the room, turning off the rest of them.
Unlocking the adjoining door, I take a deep breath and open it.
My gaze immediately locks onto Darren who is hog-tied on the floor. The gag is still in his mouth.
Good.
I allow the anger and rage that’s been simmering just below my skin to rise and Darren flinches in fear. I cross the room and crouch down in front of him.
“You thought you could kidnap my Old Lady and get away with it? Well guess again, Darren. As soon as we get back to the club, you’ll feel the full wrath of our anger at trying to get your hands on my Old Lady, our Queen.
” I grin darkly and his face pales so much and so quickly that I’m worried he might faint.
“Personally, I’m looking forward to teaching you the error of your ways.
In the meantime, you’re going to lay there like the prisoner you are, and Doc here is going to give you something to make you be more compliant.
Can’t have you stirring up a ruckus and drawing attention to your little predicament, now can we? ”
I stand and Darren starts shaking his head and trying to talk around his gag.
His gaze is fixed on Doc as he fills a syringe with a drug that will put him to sleep.
Doc steps closer and kneels in front of him, ignoring Darren’s muffled pleas as he jabs the needle in his neck and compresses the plunger.
He steps back and I watch him, not wanting to leave until he is fully out.
After a few minutes, Darren’s eyes finally close and Doc reaches forward, checking his pulse. We wait a few more minutes just to make sure he’s fully out and Doc nods before standing.
“I think it’s safe to say he’s out.”
I give him a chin lift. “Someone stays on guard. We’ll rotate every hour or two so that we can all get some sleep tonight.”
Devil clasps my shoulder. “Go to Lark, Reap. We’ll make sure he stays out of it.”
I clasp his shoulder in return. “Tomorrow, I’m calling Church when we get home. One, to discuss this and what Lark learned from Darren, and two, she wants to put her name in to Prospect.”
Everyone grins at that before they proceed to clap me on the back, their eyes full of pride and respect for our Queen.
“Looking forward to our Queen officially joining the ranks,” Smithy replies with a grin, and everyone replies with something similar.
“Alright, let’s get some shut eye. Once the roads are clear, we’re heading out,” I tell them before going back into the other room.
Ruffling through the backpack Devil gave me, I pull out some shorts and quickly strip down to my boxers before pulling them on.
I slide under the covers and grin when Lark rolls, scooting closer to me in her sleep.
I pull her closer, wrapping my arms around her and bury my nose in her hair, breathing her in.
A tremble runs through me at what could have happened to her, but I stomp that thought down. It didn’t happen, and we got to her in time before he could do worse.
Pressing a kiss to the crown of her head, I drift off, relieved that my woman is back in my arms again.