Chapter 19
CHAPTER
NINETEEN
DARE
I should already be up and heading down to the clubhouse, but I can’t seem to will myself out of this bed. Chassis’s hair is splayed out over my chest just like it was the other morning, except this time, she’s pressed against me, naked.
I’ve never knowingly fucked a pregnant woman before, so I don’t know if it’s because she’s pregnant or if it’s because of her, but holy fucking shit, that was the best night of my fifty-two years.
I know without a doubt that I’ve never felt that way before, that it’s never felt that way. Lifting my hand, I comb my fingers through her hair. I wish I could stay here all morning. I wish I didn’t have to go to church. I wish to fuck I had done this months ago.
Chassis has been my wife for a while, and I’ve stayed away, wanting to keep the promise I made to her on our wedding day. We didn’t even kiss. Our marriage was fast and real, but everything else about it has been fake.
Until now.
I still don’t know what this meeting is going to bring and what Cake is going to say, but I’m not willing to give Chassis up. She’s mine. I knew it the moment I saw her, but now that I’ve been inside her, there is no fucking way I’m going to give her up.
Not today. Not fucking ever.
She’s mine. Every fucking ounce of her belongs to me now. Name and body. Chassis is my old lady and my wife. If that fucking Russian thinks he’s going to come anywhere near her or this baby, he’s gonna have a fucking fight on his hands. And I don’t shoot to maim. I shoot to kill.
“When do you have to leave?” she murmurs before I feel her shift and her nose nuzzle my neck.
My arms flex, pulling her body closer to mine.
Her warmth almost feels too damn good. If I were a different kind of man, I would lock the fucking doors to this house and keep her here just for me.
Make sure her eyes only see mine, her smile is only flashed at me, and that I’m the only person on earth to hear her voice.
“Soon,” I murmur.
My voice sounds groggy and rough even to my own ears. Her lips touch the side of my throat, then she tilts her head back slightly, her gaze shifting lazily to meet mine. She’s makeup-free, her cheeks flushed, and her lips just begging for mine.
“Morning,” she whispers.
“Morning.”
I grunt, deciding that I have time. Not a lot of it, but I have some. Shifting my face close to hers, I grip a handful of her hair and slam my mouth against hers in a hard kiss. My fingers flex in her hair, tugging it back slightly.
When I break the kiss, my lips find her jaw, and I move down her throat, tugging her head back even more. I curl the fingers of my other hand around her tit, my thumb sliding across her nipple, which causes her body to jerk.
Smiling against her flesh, I groan. She trembles beneath my touch, and I slide my thumb across her nipple again. Then I feel her fingers touch my shoulder. She shoves me slightly, twice. I roll onto my back, releasing my grasp on her hair.
She climbs on top of me, straddling me as she places her palms against my chest. She dips her chin. I watch as her hair falls down around her face like a curtain. Her gaze meets mine, and then she smiles.
So fucking beautiful. I grip her breasts, curling my fingers and holding on to her there. She trembles, her body practically quaking at my touch. Sitting up, I rest my back against the headboard. I need to be able to feel more of her. All of her. I need her.
“Amos,” she breathes.
I hum, my gaze flicking down to her tits. I play with her nipples, focusing on them intently. Chassis’s head falls back, her hair skimming my thighs. I pinch one of her nipples, then release it before I slip my hand between her legs.
Using my thumb, I draw circles against her clit, unsure of where to look. I want to see it all, every inch of her. I circle her clit, watching as her hips begin to move, begging me for more. She can have it, but only when she’s bouncing on my goddamn cock.
“You need to fuck me, Skel.”
She trembles, and before I know what’s happening, she wraps her fingers around the base of my dick, aligns herself, and then she sinks down along my length.
Holy. Fucking. Shit.
When she begins to rock her hips, I swear to fuck I see stars. I slip my hand between us again, and my thumb finds her clit. I don’t move it. I don’t need to. Chassis is doing enough moving. I apply the pressure, and she uses it to her advantage.
I could come just watching her work my cock. The way she moves is fucking mesmerizing. Her tits sway, and her chest rises and falls with heavy pants as she works me. I can tell she’s climbing higher and higher, crawling her way toward the edge.
When she comes, it’s like something else inside me ignites.
She’s mine, but it’s more.
She’s not mine just because she’s a great fuck.
She’s mine because every part of me wants to protect this—her… her softness, her sweetness. And I never want her to look at me any other way than the way she is right now. Also, if she looked at anyone else this way, I would fucking gut them.
I didn’t think love at first sight could exist, especially at my age, but fuck me, does this woman seem to prove me wrong every goddamn step of the way.