Chapter Twenty-Five
BAZ TOOK THE long way to the Salty Hog, soaking in the feel of Emerson wrapped around him as he staked his claim in the way that mattered most. He wasn’t just being a possessive dick. Driving around town with her on the back of his bike added another layer of protection to keep her safe. Nobody fucked with Dark Knights or their significant others, and everyone who was anyone in that town knew Baz not only to be the small-town veterinarian families trusted—a reputation he worked hard to earn and was proud of—but also as a hard-core biker who lived by the club creed and could be as charming as a prince, and as lethal as a cobra. He wasn’t a proponent of violence, but he’d burn down the world to protect the people he loved, and he wanted everyone to know Emerson and Brennan were his to protect.
By the time they parked at the Salty Hog, he felt ten feet tall. He cut the engine but was in no rush to climb off that bike. Emerson’s hands felt too good on his stomach, her soft curves pressed against his back, too sensual. And her thighs straddling his hips? There were no words for how good that felt. He covered her hands with one of his and ran his other hand down her leg, memorizing the feel of her behind him.
“Are we getting off?” she asked.
There was nothing he’d rather be doing than getting off with his girl.
That conjured the image of Emerson naked and straddling him on the bike. Fuck. He was getting hard at the thought. That was a fantasy they would definitely live out, but not here or now. He gave her leg a squeeze, then climbed off the bike and took off his helmet. Then he straddled the bike facing her and took her helmet off. She shook out her hair, sending her golden-brown waves bouncing around her beautiful face. She looked hot as sin in a forest-green gauzy sleeveless shirt that was tight on top, accentuating her breasts with a plunging neckline that showed just enough cleavage to make him salivate, while the rest was loose-fitting with a sexy ruffle along the hem. She’d paired it with jeans that showed off every curve and cute strappy sandals. She’d spent the last half hour before they’d left the house flaunting her hot little body, touching him every time she walked past, being extra flirtatious, when she knew he couldn’t do a damn thing about it because his parents and Brennan were right there.
“Well, hello , handsome.” She arched a brow. “Come here often?”
“Never, actually.” He ran his hands up her thighs and slid them over her hips to her ass, pulling her closer. “But I’d like to.”
She grabbed his thighs, arching forward. “Dr. Wicked, are you propositioning me to do dirty things on this motorcycle?”
Man, he loved getting his little vixen out of mommy mode. He skimmed one hand up the front of her body, brushing her breast, and threaded his fingers into her hair, holding tight the way he knew turned her on, tugging her mouth closer to his. “Absofuckinglutely.” He sealed his lips over hers, greedily kissing her the way he would if they were alone, lustful and demanding. She made the sexiest noise, and he deepened the kiss.
“Dude, let the woman up for air.”
Emerson startled, jerking back.
Fucking Blaine. Baz kept her close, glowering at his cousin, who, like him, wore his cut over a dark T-shirt and jeans.
“You’re one to talk,” Reese said, nudging Blaine.
“I’ve never heard you complain, buttercup.” Blaine pulled her into a fast, hard kiss.
Returning his attention to Emerson, Baz whispered, “To be continued,” for her ears only, and she giggled, luring him in for another kiss. He climbed off the bike, turned his back to Blaine and Reese to adjust his raging cock, and then locked up the helmets, giving himself an extra minute to cool off before helping Emerson to her feet.
“Think you two kids can keep it PG-thirteen in there?” Blaine teased.
“Hey,” Emerson said sassily. “I’m baby free tonight, and I squeezed my mom bod into this outfit hoping my sexy beast of a man would put his hands on me. So, if you don’t mind, I’d like to keep it R-rated.”
Baz chuckled and slid his arm around her, pulling her against his side, and smirked at Blaine. “Guess she told you.”
Reese stifled a laugh.
“Hey, you’re supposed to be on my side.” Blaine slapped Reese’s ass as they headed for the stairs, which only made her laugh harder.
Baz heard the band playing and put his arm around Emerson as they walked into the bar. Nearly all eyes turned toward them. He was used to general curiosity from tourists checking out the big dudes in leather vests, probably wondering if they’d come to the wrong kind of bar. Those glances didn’t bother him. It was the women who frequented the bar, most of whom had tried like hell to hook up with him at one point or another and were now snidely sizing up Emerson, that had Baz standing his ground in front of the door, holding Emerson close as she squirmed uncomfortably beneath those leers, while Blaine and Reese headed over to the table where their brothers and friends were waiting.
He silently counted down five long fucking seconds, waiting for the rude stares to end. When they didn’t, he flashed a grin and practically shouted over the band, “That’s right. The rumors are true.” Then he lowered his lips to Emerson’s, taking her in a slow, sensual kiss that had her melting into him and the guys whistling and cheering.
“You show ’em, Baz!” Evie hollered.
Emerson blushed a red streak, but she was beaming as they headed to the table, and so was he. “Sorry for embarrassing you,” he said in her ear. “I wanted to make my feelings clear.”
“It’s okay.”
He kissed her temple and pulled out a chair at the table for her.
“That’s one way to claim your woman,” Tank said.
“It had to be done.” Baz sat between Maverick and Emerson and draped his arm across the back of her chair.
“About time,” Maverick said.
“Feels good, huh?” Gunner asked, pulling Sid into a kiss.
“Yeah, it does.” Baz looked across the table at Evie and Quinton, who were giving him knowing looks. Evie had asked him not to say anything to the guys about their relationship so she and Quinton could make the decision about going public when they were ready. He wondered how long they’d wait.
“How about asking Emerson how she feels about that kiss?” Evie suggested. “I know it’s a big deal that Baz hasn’t done anything like that before, but Emerson is more than just something to be claimed.”
“That’s why I did it,” Baz said. “To protect her from the bullshit.”
“Thanks, Evie, but I’m okay,” Emerson said. “Baz told me why he did it. But I have to admit, even though you guys said everyone was talking about us, I didn’t really believe that many people were.”
“I didn’t believe it, either, until a client asked about you two,” Quinton said.
“A client asked about us?” Emerson looked at Baz, appalled. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“It wasn’t a big deal. It was a sixty-year-old woman who’s known me since I was a kid.”
“Okay. That makes sense,” she said lightly. “But some of those women over there looked like they wanted to claw my eyes out. That’s a weird feeling. In New York I went to the same café every day, and I could’ve been invisible for all the attention I got.”
“That’s just one of the charms of living in a small town,” Steph said. “In New York there are probably hundreds of Mr. Husband Materials. You’re dating the one and only crowned prince here, and half the women in this room have been trying to get his attention for years.”
“Can we not talk about that?” Baz pulled Emerson closer. “Don’t pay any attention to those women. I’m with you. That’s all that matters.”
“They’re just jealous,” Madigan said. “I get those looks for being with my hunkalicious all the time.” She smiled at Tobias.
“And you know you never have to worry about me straying,” Tobias said. “I love you , Blue Eyes, and always will.”
“Well, I mean, how could you not?” Madigan teased. “Besides, if you strayed, you’d have to deal with all these guys if you survive my wrath.”
He laughed and kissed her.
Baz loved that Madigan was so happy. They’d had a rough start, as Tobias had spent time in prison, and things had gotten ugly when Blaine had uncovered that bit of news. But Tobias had become family, just as his sister and her daughter had.
“I don’t blame the women for being jealous of me with Baz. If I were them, I’d be jealous, too,” Emerson said. “I mean, dimples and puppy-dog eyes? Come on . How is that even fair?”
The girls laughed, the guys scoffed, and Baz thought she was the cutest thing to ever walk the earth. He kissed her again. She might as well get used to it, because if it were up to him, he’d kiss her all night long.
“At least Baz wasn’t taking them all home.” Sid hiked a thumb at Gunner. “This guy was as big of a player as Zander.”
“The king.” Zander leaned around Steph to high-five Gunner.
“Put your damn hand down before you get me in trouble,” Gunner said.
Everyone laughed.
“If anyone says anything to you, just take the high road,” Leah suggested. “That’s what I did.”
“Or you could do what I do when they think Dante is up for grabs and tell them to fuck off,” Marly said, sparking more laughter as Starr approached the table.
“Hey, Baz. Good to see you, Emerson,” Starr said. “Before I take your orders, you might want to consider the drink of the night. It’s called the Rumors Are True.”
The guys roared with laughter.
“That was a smooth move, Romeo,” Starr said. “Impressive, too.”
“I’ll show you something impressive.” Zander stood up and grabbed the button on his jeans.
“Please don’t.” Starr held her hand up. “We don’t want to scare the customers away.”
“I get it. You don’t want anyone getting jealous.” Zander winked as he sat down.
Starr took their orders for drinks and appetizers, and as she walked away, Sid said, “Can we take a moment to celebrate the phenomenal job Baz and Chloe did of getting adoption applications today? Thanks to their baby-solid sales strategies, twenty-eight animals will have new homes within the next week.”
There was a round of cheers and congratulations. Baz and Chloe high-fived. They’d each gotten fourteen applications.
“I think you should be celebrating Marybelle and Little B,” Maverick said. Everyone agreed they were the show stealers. “Zeke said when Little B prospects the club, he’s got a built-in road name. Spike. ”
Everyone laughed.
“Hey, don’t make fun of my boy,” Emerson said. “I like his spiky hair.”
“So do we, darlin’. That road name is an honor,” Baz explained.
“Oh, in that case, I like it! Where is Zeke? He said he was coming tonight.”
“Aria’s acting sketchy again,” Zander said. “He went to see what’s up, and he’s going to try to get her to come out with us.”
“Is Aria Zeke’s girlfriend?” Emerson asked.
“No, but she should be,” Zander said.
“ Zan ,” Blaine warned.
“What?” Zander snapped. “It’s true, and everyone at this table knows it.”
“I didn’t mean to start trouble,” Emerson said.
“You didn’t. Zeke and Aria’s friendship is complicated, and Zander has no patience for complications,” Baz explained.
Zander splayed his hands. “What can I say? I’m a doer . Get-’er-done-and-move-on.”
“I’m not sure that move-on part is something to brag about,” Emerson pointed out.
“Hear! Hear!” Steph said, lifting her drink as Brandy, Evie’s big, beautiful older sister, breezed up to the table eyeing Evie and Quinton.
“Hi, everyone,” Brandy said. She looked pretty in a turquoise halter dress, her kinky red mane hanging past her shoulders.
“Hey, Brandy!” As Madigan waved from across the table, the others chimed in with greetings. “What’s going on?”
“I heard my sister has a new man, and I had to check him out.” Brandy pointed playfully at Quinton. “Is this him, Evie? He’s cute .”
“ Really , Brandy?” Evie shook her head. “You’re going to do this here?”
“Oh yeah. As your big sister, it’s my job to make sure he measures up.”
Quinton pushed to his feet. “Hi, Brandy. Quinton Anthony. I’ve heard a lot about you.” He offered his hand, and as Brandy shook it, the guys looked at each other in confusion.
“Evie, say it isn’t so.” Zander splayed his hands. “We haven’t had our turn yet.”
Tank and Blaine turned serious stares on Baz. “B, you know about this?” Tank asked.
“Yes, but it wasn’t my story to tell,” Baz said.
Blaine lifted his chin, his eyes silently asking if Baz was cool with it. Baz gave a nod of approval.
“Ohmygod, really, you guys?” Evie asked, exasperatedly. “Do you have to do the whole silent conversation thing?”
“Listen,” Quinton said authoritatively. “I know y’all don’t know me that well, and Baz put a lot of trust in me when he hired me. I appreciate that and the complexities my relationship with Evie bring into his practice. Evie and I didn’t plan this. It just happened. But when you meet the one, you know it’s worth whatever it takes to be together.” He looked at Evie, and then his gaze moved around the table. “I’m crazy about Evie, and I’m not going anywhere. So if you have something to say about this, I’m all ears, and if you want to give someone shit, you bring it to me , not her.”
“ Quinton ,” Evie said a little dreamily.
He sat beside her, looking at her the way he had in Baz’s office as he took her hand and said, “I know it’s fast, babe, but—”
Evie grabbed his face and pressed her lips to his.
“Well, damn. Guess that answers my question,” Zander said, and everyone whooped and cheered.
Evie and Quinton laughed, and he pulled her into another quick kiss.
“Okay, I approve of you ,” Brandy said, pointing at Quinton. “We’ll talk more later. But I also heard that Baz has a new sugar mama who has an adorable little boy. I assume that’s you, gorgeous one.” She waggled a finger at Emerson.
“Yes, it’s me, but I’m not his sugar mama. I don’t support him or anything.”
“ Oh, please. I know Baz would never let you pay his way,” Brandy said. “I meant that you’re a kick-ass baker. Ginger has been talking up your cookies and giving them to me every time I come in here, and Evie is convinced you put crack in them, because she’s so addicted.”
“True story,” Evie said.
Emerson laughed softly. “That’s so nice. Thank you.”
“I heard you and Elliott Appleton had a bake-off, too,” Brandy said.
“Wow, word really does spread fast around here. We just did it last week. I baked my mom’s famous ginger snap caramel lava pools, and he baked his cranberry-white chocolate muffins. Their customers were the judges, and after eating all the treats, they declared it a tie. Which I was cool with, but Elliott challenged me to another round. I just love him.”
“Everyone does. He’s hilarious. He’s got more game than half the guys in this town.” Brandy pulled a business card out of her purse and handed it to Emerson. “I have a baby shower coming up in a few weeks. If you have any interest in getting in on the gig with your cookies, or if you want to work together in the future, give me a call.”
“Are you serious?” Emerson asked.
“Absolutely,” Brandy said. “You need a permit if you bake at home, but you can use my kitchen.”
“Or the kitchen here,” Baz suggested, and Emerson’s eyes lit up.
“This is so exciting,” Madigan exclaimed, and the girls all started talking at once.
AN HOUR LATER the place was packed, and Baz and Quinton were carrying trays of drinks from the bar to the table. “You handled the guys well, Quint.”
“I meant everything I said. When we were in school and you used to talk Evie up, I thought you were blowing smoke. I didn’t think any woman could be as cool as the girl you described. But there is something about her, and that first night we talked? I was in, Baz, hook, line, and sinker.”
Baz looked at Emerson laughing with the girls at the table, remembering the adorable flustered mess she’d been when he’d first seen her and the way her chestnut eyes had captivated him. “I know that feeling.”
“I’ve got only one regret,” Quinton said. “I should’ve told you right off the bat, but it was important to Evie that she handle it.”
“That’s water under the bridge. I couldn’t even be honest with myself about my feelings for Emerson at first. I understand why Evie had trouble telling me. Don’t give it another thought. We’re cool.”
They set their trays on the table just as the band started playing “What I Got” by Sublime.
Madigan squealed, and Gunner and Sid started singing their own rendition, which they’d made up years ago. Emerson danced in her seat, cracking up as Gunner played the air guitar, singing about buying his dog some bling and riding a bike like a motherfucking king. And just like always, Baz and Steph belted out the real lyrics, all of them laughing hysterically.
When the song ended, practically the whole bar cheered and clapped.
As Baz took his seat beside Emerson, she said, “That was so fun!” and turned those expressive eyes on him. “I want our own song.”
“How about ‘Push It!’ by Salt-N-Pepa,” Madigan called out, and sang, “ Push that baby out. Push that baby out on the side of the road. ”
Everyone laughed.
“Don’t we know any songs about pushy bikers who refuse to leave you alone?” Evie asked.
“‘I Knew You Were Trouble’ by Taylor Swift,” Sid suggested, inciting more laughter.
“You don’t need someone else’s music,” Zander said. “I’ll write a song just for you, Emerson. You can call me on those cold, lonely nights when Baz is away. I’ll come serenade you and keep you warm.”
“ Sure , Zander,” Emerson said with a laugh.
Baz glowered at him.
“Wait. Baz is still going away?” Sid asked.
“Of course he is,” Emerson said. “He’s been planning this trip forever. He can’t leave all those animals high and dry.”
All eyes turned on Baz, and there was no escaping the way Tank’s gaze bored into him like he was trying to read his mind. Baz ground his back teeth.
Maverick nudged him. “Seriously, dude?”
“I made a commitment,” he bit out, but he didn’t blame them for being confused by the situation. He was, too. The last thing he wanted to do was to be away from Emerson and Brennan, but he couldn’t reconcile backing out of a commitment it had taken years to finally follow through with and months to secure.
“You guys, it’s just a few months. It’s not a big deal,” Emerson said.
Baz couldn’t ask for a more supportive girlfriend, but he sensed a fissure in her confidence and felt an undercurrent of longing slipping out. He took her hand, squeezing it reassuringly, wishing he knew how the hell to handle the situation better.
“You can hang out with me and Tobias,” Madigan said excitedly. “We’ll be a fun threesome. Well, with Brennan we’ll be a foursome. Right, To?”
Tobias tried to keep a straight face as the rest of them stifled chuckles. “Blue Eyes, just…” He shook his head.
“ Why not? ” Madigan complained. “She’ll be alone, and you said she’s great. You can handle both of us. I mean, we’ll probably get a little silly and loud sometimes, but I think we’ll be perfect together.”
Everyone burst into hysterics.
“Wha— ohmy…You guys! I didn’t mean it like that ,” Madigan snapped, causing more hysterics.
Tobias hugged her and said, “Emerson, you’re welcome to hang with us outside the bedroom. I’ll give you some self-defense lessons while Baz is gone so you can fend off guys like Zander.”
While everyone joked about that, the thought of being away from Emerson and Brennan, and the banter about snuggling and threesomes, had Baz feeling like a caged tiger, needing to be closer to her. As if the music gods heard him, the band started playing “Wanna Be That Song” by Brett Eldredge.
“They’re playing our song, darlin’.” He pushed to his feet, bringing Emerson up with him and leading her to the crowded dance floor. He gathered her in his arms, heart pounding, body thrumming to be even closer, while an emotional battle fucked with his head, making his chest feel like it was full of knotted-up barbed wire.
“Are you okay?” she asked as they swayed to the music. “You know Zander was only kidding.”
“I know. I just hate the idea of leaving you and Brennan. I wish I never made that commitment.”
“ Baz , don’t say that. You’re a man of your word. That’s one of the things I admire most about you. Don’t screw that up and make me rethink my feelings for you.”
He grinned. “Thanks for understanding, darlin’.” He held her tighter, the knots in his chest easing a little as they swayed to the music. “I’ll make it up to you.”
“Darn right you will.” She tipped her face up with a devilish grin. “FYI, I only take payment in sexual favors. Tasty lips and generous tips are appreciated.”
A rough and hungry sound rumbled up his throat. “I’ll give you my tasty lips, and you’ll be receiving a hell of a lot more than a generous tip .”
“I like when you get all gruff and dirty.”
“Do you like it when I get possessive? Because as long as we’re at it.” He pulled her close, singing the chorus for her ears only, about wanting to be the song that got her high and made her believe that in his arms was where she belonged. He gazed deeply into her eyes. “I want to be that—”
She silenced him with a sweet press of her lips. “Don’t you know you’re all that and so much more?”
His mouth came coaxingly down over hers. They kissed and danced to one song after another, grinding and swaying on the crowded dance floor to a rhythm all their own, lost in the seductive beat of the music and the desire coursing through them. Driven by lust and love and everything in between, his hands moved greedily up her back, into her hair, down to her ass.
Every point their bodies touched burned, sexual tension crackling in the air around them. She turned in his arms, swaying her gorgeous ass against his cock. He pulled her back against his chest, his hands snaking under her shirt, up her stomach. Her head fell back, and he sealed his mouth over her neck, loving the way she pressed harder against his cock with every slick of his tongue. He sucked her earlobe into his mouth, then dragged his teeth along the outer shell of her ear, reading her arousal in the way she rocked against him. It was all too much. The feel of her, the emotions consuming him. He turned her around, taking her in a brutal kiss as the band started playing “Way Down We Go,” the sensual beat drawing out more provocative moves. She met every slick of his tongue with a hungry one of her own. He pressed a hand flat on the base of her spine, moving his leg between hers. The air rushed from her lungs, and their eyes connected, hot and wild. She fisted her hands in his shirt, grinding against his thigh. Her tongue swept over her lips, leaving them temptingly glistening. He took her in another merciless kiss, telling himself to put on the brakes, but there was no stopping the need to be closer. He brushed his scruff along her cheek, growling into her ear. “I need to be inside you.”
She tugged his ear closer. “Not as bad as I need you inside me.”
EMERSON CLUNG TO Baz as he drove up hills and down winding roads, taking them off the beaten path, the vibration of the motorcycle making her already ripe body even needier. When they finally rolled to a stop, she had no idea how long they’d driven or what town they were in, but they were on a dirt road, at the top of a hill, surrounded by tall trees on both sides, with a view of the moon reflecting off the water through a clearing. Her heart was racing and her body vibrating as he climbed off the bike and took off his helmet, then helped take hers off.
“Nobody can see us here,” he said as he pulled out his wallet and dropped it beside the bike before helping her off, his eyes as predatory as the gruffness of his voice.
“Good, because I can’t stop thinking about doing dirty things on your bike.”
“ Fuck , baby.” Their mouths crashed together, desperate and demanding, as they fumbled with each other’s clothes. She pushed off his cut as he worked open her jeans, shoving his hand into her panties. She moaned as his rough fingers entered her. He kissed her harder, rougher, his fingers and thumb sending mind-numbing sensations up her chest and down her limbs. She tore her mouth away, riding his fingers as she wrestled with the button on his jeans.
“Need to feel you,” she panted out, fisting his cock.
He half groaned, half growled, and she chased that erotic sound, working him tighter and faster. Then his mouth was on hers, penetrating and possessive, and his fingers and thumb were working their magic. She couldn’t think, couldn’t focus enough to make her hand move as white-hot pleasure tore through her core, shattering her control. She cried out, clinging to him to combat her useless legs as her body shuddered and rocked. He ate at her mouth as she rode the waves of pleasure, and when she finally came down from the peak, he withdrew his fingers. She gasped, mourning the loss. He sucked those fingers clean, the savage look in his eyes turning her body to molten lava.
“I need you naked, baby.” He crushed his mouth to hers, and they feasted on each other as they shed their clothes. She wiggled out of her jeans and panties as he tugged off his boxer briefs and rose to his full height. Lord help her. She’d thought he was hot in the bedroom, but nothing compared to Baz Wicked naked and blessedly hard in the moonlight.
He hauled her against him, taking her in a soul-searing kiss that had her going up on her toes, rubbing against his arousal. He picked her up and set her on the bike. “Hold tight, darlin’.” He spread her legs, visually devouring her. “Look at that sweet pussy just waiting to be fucked.”
“ Yes ,” she pleaded, and couldn’t have held back if she wanted to. “Fuck me.”
“Oh, I will, but you haven’t nearly been pleasured enough for that yet.” He spread her legs farther, burying his talented mouth between them, licking and sucking, until she was trembling all over. “ Ohgod ,” she panted out as he slid two fingers inside her, sucking her clit, and reached up with his other hand, rolling her nipple between his fingers and thumb. She whimpered and moaned, and he quickened his efforts. She gasped sharp breaths with every slick of his tongue, every suck of her clit, until pleasure exploded inside her, and his name roared from her lungs as she shattered into a million glowing pieces.
He kissed his way up her body, slowing to suck her nipple to the roof of his mouth, while teasing her clit, sending her body into a bucking, quaking frenzy as she came again. He captured her cries in passionate kisses that went on and on as she rode out her pleasure, turning slow and drugging as she came down from the high. He trailed his fingers along her sensitive sex, and her entire body shuddered. “Now you’re ready for my cock, baby.”
Just hearing him say that had her inner muscles clenching in anticipation.
She watched him pull a condom from his wallet and roll it on. She reached for him as he aligned their bodies, pushing only the head of his cock inside her and stilling. “Spread your legs wide.” His dirty demand made her so freaking needy, she did as he asked. “Watch me fuck you.” He moved slowly in and out of her, and her body flamed. She was shocked by how turned on she was watching him fuck her. “Look at your sweet pussy swallowing my cock.”
“Feels so good.” She clung to his arms. “Deeper.”
He thrust slowly, until he was buried to the hilt. “ Ah ,” she panted out. “Again.” He did as she asked. “ More. ” He pumped and thrust, until she was rocking with him, her breaths coming fast and hard.
“Wrap your legs tight around me and squeeze.”
She did, and it heightened every sensation. “ OhgodBaz. ” He drove into her harder, faster. “ Yes. Don’t stop. ” Just when she didn’t think it was possible to feel any more pleasure, the world spun away and she was engulfed in it, so thick and real, it was inescapable.
Then he was kissing her again, and as the world came back into focus, he lifted her off the seat and threw his leg over it, straddling the seat with her straddling him, still buried deep.
“How’d you do that?” she asked incredulously.
“No idea.” He pulled her into a kiss, and his cock jerked inside her. “Ride me, baby. I want to watch you lose yourself in us.”
And she did.
She rode him hard, gyrating as he groped and devoured her breasts and teased her clit. She arched back, moaning as pleasure gripped her. “ That’s it. Feel the power of us. Feed off it. ” His words, and the feel of his powerful thighs flexing as he thrust from beneath, fueled her desires. He clutched her hips, helping her move faster, harder. Milk leaked from her breasts, and she didn’t care. She was completely consumed by them, by the feel of his cock swelling inside her. She ate up his moans of pleasure and guttural curses, getting off as he licked and sucked her breasts, until their climaxes crashed into them, and they both cried out, their sounds echoing in the night.