Epilogue One #2
He muttered to himself as he unstrung the strings and tied them to the nearest ‘ride’ with a chuckle.
“Who owns that one?”
He smirked at me, straightening up and brushing his hands over his jeans.
“Grease. It’s the least he deserves.” He said that, but they’d definitely started to warm to each other. They still argued, and picked on each other, but that seemed to just be their way.
“Ready to get something big and throbbing between your legs, baby?” I swallowed hard and stared at the big black and silver beast.
“I mean…”
He tucked his fingers under my chin and turned my face toward him.
“I promise you’ll be safe. There’s no more important person in the world than you, so I’ll be on my best behaviour.”
“What about Nixie?”
He sighed. “She’s happy at Auntie Caroline’s, yet again. I swear she’s starting to think she lives there. We’ll pick her up in the morning in your cage, okay?”
“It’s a car.”
He grimaced, faking a shudder. “This is where it’s at, baby. I’m going to get your helmet on you, and then I’ll help you on.” He passed me the black and silver helmet he’d bought for me, you know, to match his own, and his motorcycle. His ride was a two wheeled ad for his business, after all.
The helmet felt weird, and constricting, and I hated it, but I valued my head and my brain, so I soldiered on.
His voice was muffled as he guided me onto the motorbike behind him, and I let out a panicked squeak as he demonstrated how easily it could tilt to one side or the other if I didn’t lean with him.
My arms were so tight around him that I was sure he couldn’t breathe, but he just cupped a gloved hand over mine and then reached back and squeezed my thigh.
The engine suddenly roared to life, and I let out another scream.
Jesus, that’s… so… rumbly and vibrate-y.
A shiver ran down my spine and I sighed, leaning tighter into Rocket as he patted my thigh again, his sign that we were about to start moving, and then that’s exactly what we did.
We started moving, and me? I screamed my head off for about thirty seconds, before I realised he was completely in control of the bike, and we were safe.
There’s something so exhilarating about being on the back of a motorcycle.
I mean, sure, even when I’d stopped screaming, I missed the comfort and security of a seat and a seatbelt, but I was wrapped around my man, and he mastered his machine like a boss.
Twists and turns made my stomach leap, but we moved as a team, and navigated them like we’d always worked together like this.
By the time we were at Harley’s flat and he was helping me off the motorbike, I was buzzing, and a little shaky.
“Wow. Oh wow wow wow!”
Rocket grinned as he unclasped my helmet and lifted it off.
“I haven’t touched you yet, woman.”
“Seriously, that was amazing!”
He smirked, leading us inside. “Hold that thought. It’s about to get amazing-er… that’s not a word, but you will be screaming again, I promise.”
He was laughing at me, but it was fine. It was pretty funny. I wondered if his brothers had heard me, and been standing there laughing, but I realised I really didn’t give a shit.
Once we were inside, neither of us wanted to wait a single second to undress, or make it to Harley’s bed, with Rocket slamming me back against the front door the second it closed.
He was pulling at my jeans, as I pulled at his, and neither of us could get our shit together long enough to actually get our hands inside them, finally laughing and pressing our foreheads together.
“Can’t fucking believe you’re mine, babe. I’ll never make you regret it,” Rocket whispered, moving just enough to press his lips against my forehead.
I could feel the heart in his words, the truth in what he was saying, and I couldn’t even begin to imagine him doing anything else. I wanted to do the same, to give him the fucking world, and never ever hurt him again.
“You’re mine too, Rocket. Forever. Try straying, and I’ll cut your balls off. Got it?”
He laughed, lifting me as he turned, my legs locking around his waist.
“My balls are yours, baby. Let’s go give them a workout, yeah?”
I rolled my eyes, pressing a hand over his mouth, although somehow it just resulted in my fingers being in his mouth, with him sucking on them. It was weird, but kinda cute too.
“No attempts at sex talk, Rocket. Just fuck me, yeah?”
He hoisted me higher to carry me to the small bedroom, turning to sit on it with me in his lap, and I eased my fingers from his mouth, wiping them on his shirt.
“Can I fuck you now, or are you gonna keep making me suck parts of you that I’m not looking to suck?”
I pushed him back, tugging at his prospect cut, and sliding it open to reach his shirt, and slide my hands underneath it.
“You know what? I’ll do the talking, Rocket. I’m going to strip your clothes off, straddle your thick cock, and ride you until we both explode. I mean, if that’s okay with you. I want you to come inside me, do you want that? You want to fill me with your cum, and maybe make a baby?”
He growled, rolling us over and settling between my legs.
“So much fucking cum, babe. I’m going to fill you daily until your stomach starts to grow with our child inside.” For once I didn’t feel like silencing him, so as we finally managed to drag our clothes off, he eased inside me, and laced our fingers together, against the mattress.
“I love you, my old lady. You look so hot with my name on you.”
I couldn’t even gag him, could I? He’d made sure of that, and I watched him grin at me as he watched me realise that.
“How about you kiss me before you dig yourself a hole, Rocket?”
“You think I can’t still talk with both our tongues in my mouth?”
Ugh. I rocked my hips up against him, and we both groaned softly as the friction sent ripples of delight through us.
Rocket’s lips finally descended on mine, and his tongue surged deep as he began fucking me, his hips slamming against mine as we both rode each other, chasing our orgasms, chasing our future, chasing every single moment we could have for ourselves.
There would never be a time when this would get old or tiresome for us.
We were made to be locked together like this, and I’d never let him stop.
THE END