Chapter 26
CHAPTER
TWENTY-SIX
DARE
The absolute last thing I want to do is open my eyes and crawl out of this bed. I don’t think there’s anywhere else I’ve ever dreamed of being. Beside her, feeling her warm body against mine, is exactly where I want to be—where I need to be.
I can’t imagine anything better than this right here. I’m not sure that better exists, but if it does, I know that Chassis will somehow be involved in what the better is. When I die, bring me fucking right back here, because this is heaven.
Gliding my fingertips from her hip up her spine, then back down to her hip again, I stare at the ceiling and wonder when this shit is going to get old while simultaneously hoping that it never does.
I really fucking like it.
“I have some shit I need to do today,” I murmur, my body protesting at the thought of actually slipping away from her and climbing out of bed.
She hums. I can feel her nipples hardening against my side, my fingers never stopping their motion. To my surprise, my cock twitches, and I wonder if I could fuck her again. It hasn’t been that long since I was last inside her.
Honest to fuck, I don’t think I’ve had this much sex in such a short period of time since I was a teenager. And I’m not mad at it by any means. I wish I could bury myself inside her sweet cunt and stay there for a goddamn eternity.
Tipping my chin, I look down at her, wondering if she’d ride me. I could use a good performance. And I know she puts on one hell of a fucking show. The best I’ve ever had. Not the most experienced, not the most daring, not even the most adventurous, but hands down the fucking best.
“You seemed to get along well with Elodie, Alex, and Juliette yesterday,” I say, trying to distract myself from tackling her.
Although I’m not sure how much longer I’ll be able to actually distract myself from that. I can’t stop thinking about being balls deep inside her body. She’s consumed every single ounce of my being.
Chassis hums, and my cock twitches again.
I groan so loudly that it makes me realize I am like a goddamn teenager, because she’s going to have to fuck me.
There is no fucking way I’ll be able to leave this room without feeling her body from the inside.
If I do, I’ll definitely be walking around with blue balls all fucking day long.
“I like them a lot. They were really nice,” she whispers breathlessly.
“They’re good people. It would be nice, as my woman, as the wife of the club president, if you got to know them. Become friends.”
She freezes at my words. I shift my head back slightly to look into her eyes. Arching a brow, I wait for her to answer me, but clearly, I’ve fucked up in some way. Which doesn’t surprise me, because I seem to do that—fuck up, that is.
“I don’t know if I could do that. If I can just become friends with them like that.”
“You’re the president’s wife, Skel. You need to be somewhat diplomatic. You should be friends or at least friendly with all the old ladies,” I murmur.
She opens her mouth, then presses her lips closed tightly without saying anything. I’m worried I’ve killed the moment, but then she shifts her head forward, and her lips touch mine. She doesn’t deepen the kiss. Her mouth presses against my own for a moment before she speaks.
“I like them, Amos. A lot. I hope I can get to know them better. Not just because I’m your wife, but because I actually enjoy them, too. Don’t overthink that part.”
Reaching for her leg, I guide it across my hips, and thankfully, she acknowledges the silent request before she climbs across me and straddles me. Reaching up, I curl my fingers around her hips, holding on to her there.
My gaze travels from her face to her full breasts and then down to her rounded belly before finding her pussy that is barely visible at this angle. It’s still pretty as fuck, even though I can’t see it all.
“Amos,” she calls out softly.
I flick my gaze to meet hers, my lips twitching into a smirk. “I’m glad you like them, sweetheart,” I murmur. “I want you to have a family. To have support.”
And I do.
I don’t think I would have given a flying fuck about that ten years ago, but today, I fucking get it. Really get it. Women need support. Women having babies, women in a new marriage that started out fake and has recently turned real… they all need support.
My mind wanders back to Kaitlin, and I can’t help but wonder what kind of support she had. It wasn’t fucking much. Yeah, she had Wrath and me, but I don’t think she had any women at her back, at her side.
And at that time, Wrath and I were fucking disasters ourselves. Young, dumb, and full of cum. We were not in the headspace to help her the way she needed it. I can’t help but wonder if that was some of the reason for her epic downfall and her demise.
A palm slides across my cheek, taking me out of my thoughts, and I flick my gaze up to look into her blue eyes. They arrest me. Hold me captive. And then I feel her shift before she slowly sinks down along my length and takes me deep inside her body.
Her palms press flat against my chest, her fingers shifting so I can feel her nails score my skin slightly. She doesn’t move immediately, and I realize she’s paying me back for last night when I had her on her hands and knees and didn’t move.
Gripping her hips, I flex my fingers, waiting for her to do something. Her lips curve up into a knowing smirk before she speaks. “What do you want?” she asks, her voice coming out soft and sweet.
I chuckle as my hands move. One slides up the center of her chest, the other glides down, and my thumb finds her clit.
She’ll move without me having to say a fucking thing.
My thumb begins to draw circles against her clit, and I know the moment she begins to resist her natural instincts to roll her hips, because her breathing starts to come out in short, heavy pants.
“I think maybe it’s what you want, sweetheart.”
She lets out a trembling exhale, then her hips move. They begin to roll, and I have to bite back my own groan as I watch her. Her tits sway. Her head falls back between her shoulders as she grinds her clit against my thumb.
Holy. Fucking. Shit.
I’m instantly on the edge, ready to come at any fucking second, holding on to my self-control with every fiber of my being. Her nails score my chest harder, her hips rolling then bucking faster and faster.
Clenching my jaw tightly, I gnash my teeth together as I attempt to keep myself from losing my control. Then her movements quickly become erratic. She straightens her spine and tips her chin down, her eyes meeting mine. And I feel her pussy clamp down around my cock as her eyes slide closed.
Instead of letting her orgasm gently consume her, I slide my arm around her waist and shift our bodies, guiding her onto her back.
“Look at me, Chassis.”
Her eyes open, and then it happens. One thrust, two, and a third hard thrust. I bury myself deep inside her body, and I come. Hard. Lowering my face, I touch my mouth to hers and exhale against her lips.
“Fuck, sweetheart.”