Chapter 8
CHAPTER
EIGHT
Indiana
The way she nibbles on me like I’m her midnight snack as we traverse down the hallway awakens the beast inside of me.
She always has the innate ability to make me feel like a horny teenager even though I’m a man who has control of his functions—normally.
It’s always been like this with Zoey though, she can rev my engine to where I’m idling in place to soaring down the highway at a high rate of speed in three point five seconds.
“I need to feel you inside of me, Harrison,” she purrs.
“I’ll be buried deep inside of you before you know it, Zoe,” I inform her as I walk over the master bedroom’s threshold with her tucked in my arms. “Patience, love.”
“I don’t want to be patient, Harrison. I need you now,” she demands, ripping at the neck of my shirt, trying to rip it off me before I have the chance to set her on her feet.
I’m a little disappointed in the fact that she hasn’t stopped pawing at me long enough to see the atmosphere I paid the management to set up for me. It’s romantic. Rose petals are strewn across the bed, candles are lit and illuminating the room. I put a lot of forethought into making this special.
I must be wearing my feelings on my sleeve because she draws back with her nose pinched as she notices my crestfallen look. “What? What’s wrong?”
“Valentine’s Day is tomorrow, so I had this plan,” I say, sighing, lowering her down my torso until her feet touch the ground. When she’s steady, I stretch my arms out wide and wave them through the air. “I wanted this weekend to be perfect.”
Zoey spins around and takes in the view, gasping as she sees everything. “Harrison. This is… everything I’ve ever dreamed of.”
“I know,” I admit through a barely audible tone. “I may have taken a sneak peek at your Pinterest board to get a few ideas.”
She cups her hands over her mouth as her eyes twinkle in amusement. “You looked at my honeymoon idea pins?”
“Is that what that was? I didn’t look at the labels,” I confess. “Just wanted to make some of your dreams come true, Zoey.”
“You are my dream, Harrison. This,” she says, spinning around in circles, “is just icing on the cake.”
“I’m your cake, huh?” I tease, reaching out for her and dragging her back to me. “Or am I the icing?”
“You’re the entire treat, Harrison.”
“Stroke my ego a little more, baby,” I taunt, leaning down and capturing her lips with my own.
As our tongues clash, everything surrounding us disappears.
I don’t know why I let myself get down because in the grand scheme of things, this is the only thing that matters.
Us. Together. Building a future and cementing our love.
“I’ll stroke it and so much more,” she coos, reaching down unsnapping and unzipping my jeans.
As her hand slides beneath the waistband and she grips my cock, my eyes roll to the back of my head.
Lifting up on her toes, she nips at my earlobe causing shivers to race up my spine.
“You don’t have to dress up a room to make being with you special, Harrison.
All I’ll ever need is you here with me to make it memorable.
Every touch you give me, every word you say to me, speaks volumes of how you feel when it comes to me. ”
“You’re my everything,” I reiterate as she pumps her hand up and down on my shaft.
“And you’re mine. Let me show you my constitutional appreciation,” she conveys with a spark of mischief in her eyes, stepping back and stripping out of her clothes, slowly, one pesky layer at a time.
The striptease she performs has my mouth salivating and drying out at the same time.
I never knew that was possible, it seemed like a phenomenon, until she showed me otherwise.
She shimmies her hips as she crawls up onto the bed, presenting me with her splayed thighs to where I can see the pretty pink pot of gold.
“Damn, baby, look how you glisten for me,” I praise. “You want me baby?”
“I want you bad, biker man,” she croons, running her hands down her soft belly in an enticing manner. Like a voyeur, I watch with rapture as the tips of her fingers dance down her skin until she finally reaches her slick folds. “I ache for you.”
As quickly as humanly possible, I disrobe, tossing my clothes randomly from my body and letting them land in a heap on the floor.
“Touch yourself, Zoey,” I huskily demand as I lazily walk to the edge of the mattress.
My eyes zone in on her clit as she separates her pussy lips and exposes it.
When her fingers graze across it, her back arches.
Mesmerized, I watch her pleasure herself until I finally snap and can’t take it anymore.
That pretty pussy of hers is mine. Mine to please, mine to touch, mine to possess.
“Enough.” I reach down and capture her wrist with my hand, pausing her ministrations.
“Harrison,” she moans. “Touch me. Please.”
Languidly, I make my way between her thighs and settle between them, my mouth hovering over her sweet spot, blowing a breath on it before diving in with my tongue.
“Hmm,” I groan as her flavor explodes on my tastebuds.
“Ambrosia.” She arches her hips until my face is buried deeper into her center.
Taking my cue from her, I double my efforts and soon have her squirming beneath me.
Wanting her to cum once on my tongue before she strangles my dick, I insert two fingers inside of her, and once I find that button inside of her that’ll cause her to detonate, I apply pressure to it as I suck her clit into my mouth.
When she’s a writhing mess, I crawl up her body until our middle is aligned.
“I love you, Harrison.”
“I love you more, Zoey,” I express as I enter her.
As she envelopes me in her heat, I lose myself to the emotions she evokes in me.
My arms sit beside her head as I pump my hips, our eyes never leaving each other’s as we share this intimate moment.
We get lost in the act as we pour our feelings into each movement.
As we crash together, I’m reminded of the reason I fight for her, for us, for our family each and every day.
Without her my life is useless, there’s no point in going back to the mundane life I had before she came back to me.
She made me want to live instead of simply existing.
She is my salvation.
My miracle.
My lifeline.
Sitting in the bathtub full of essential oils, with Zoey settled against my chest, soothes me in ways I’ll never be capable of explaining.
It’s as if all of my worries have drifted away.
These days, my mind has been conflicted with thoughts of the impending battle with the Dragons—once they’re released from their jail cages, keeping everyone safe and tucked within the protection of the clubhouse, and realizing that I’ve been more divided than I ever want to be when it comes to my family has had me spiraling.
This is a stark reminder that I need to take more time out of my day to tend to my woman than I do in the war room making plans.
As I run the soapy rag up and down her arms, she hums in gratitude. “You’re good at that.”
“Bathing you?” I ask for clarification.
“Taking care of me,” she returns. “Always pampering me. I’m not sure I’ll ever get used to it.”
“That’s because for the entirety of your life you’ve had to take care of yourself and others. It’s ingrained in you and I have set a goal to change that,” I reveal. “You deserve to be taken care of too, baby girl, so you best get used to it, because I’m going to spoil the shit out of you.”
“I think I can handle that,” she teases, resting her head on my shoulder.
I can hear her open and shut her mouth a few times with some huffs inserted in there. Dropping the rag in the tub, I place my chin on her shoulder and say, “Talk to me, Zoey. Tell me what’s going on in that head of yours.”
“I’m not sure if now is the right time to tell you this or not, Harrison.”
“There’s never a right or wrong time between us, Zoey. You never have to hold back from me. No matter what it is you have to say, I’ll be here. From now until eternity,” I vow. “You can’t scare me away, beautiful.”
“We’ll see,” she harrumphs before twisting around so she can see me. “Are you ready to have your world rocked, biker man?”
“With you by my side, always,” I promise, cupping her face in my hands. “Whatever it is that has you stalling, just remember, it’s you and me against the world. Together, we can handle anything.”