Chapter 16
Chapter
Sixteen
WAR
My blood is boiling from both anger and having my woman in my lap, grinding down on my cock.
After hearing her voice tremble as she told me what that fucker did to her, the urge to track the bastard down and gut him is fucking strong.
Rage claws at my insides to make him bleed, but I push it down, because right now, it's just her and me, and there is no way I am stopping what is about to happen.
The time has come for me to bury myself deep inside of her again, showing her who she belongs to. My dick has ached for her for months and now that I have her, there is no stopping me. Only her.
I wrap my arms around her, my palms flat on her back holding her to me, keeping her where she belongs. I flex my hips, making her gasp, her gaze meeting mine.
“Let me in. With all of my heart, I will never hurt you, never mute you. You will become my whole heart, Cleo.”
She shakes her head, and I frown at her. Gently, her hands come up, framing my jaw. She looks me right in the eyes, and my heart jumps in my chest in anticipation of what is about to slip past her lips.
“I cannot hold your whole heart, Mason. Lilian deserves her part of your heart also; she had you first, and I will not remove her from you.” Fuck me, the last bit of thick ice that surrounded my heart just melted.
“Fuck, you are perfect.” I kiss her like my life depends on it.
“Fuck me, Mason,” she whispers against my lips and it is like hot lava to my balls.
Standing up with her in my arms, her legs go around my hips and I walk down the hall, hoping to find her bedroom.
“Second door on the left,” she guides me.
I enter the bedroom and her familiar scent hits my senses. I groan, my cock pulsing in my jeans.
She makes me come alive in ways that I have only felt once before, but this time it is more intense and bone deep. Cleo sighs against my mouth as I kiss her, my hands wandering over her delectable body, removing clothes so I can see more of her.
She wastes no time stripping me, her tiny hands on my hot skin making my balls ache and my dick leak. Her fingertips trace the tattoos across my bare chest, before she leans in, pressing her lips to the angel wings that are on either side of Lilian’s initials.
My heart leaps in my chest; the battlefield of my heart and soul collide, and Cleo wins. This woman it is for me. I pray to the chrome gods that they do not take this love from me.
Love? Can that happen this fast again?
Fuck yeah, it can. I married Lilian just three months after meeting her, and we had four good years together.
I want the rest of my life with Cleo.
That intimate act, coupled with the sweet kisses and the whimpers that slip from her, will be the death of me. Kissing her again, I try to pour all of my emotion into this one kiss, so she knows that I am claiming her.
I drag my mouth from hers, smiling when she whimpers.
“My baby likes my mouth.”
“Yes. God, yes, you make me feel good, Mason.”
“I am going to fuck you now, baby. You will scream my name when you come all over my cock, squeezing me, milking me dry.”
She blinks up at me with dark eyes, my dick nudging at her wet hole, before slamming into her.
Her back bows off the bed, her neck arches back, and she is a fucking sight to see. With parted lips she gasps, whimpers, and pants my name. Her tits bounce with every thrust of my hips.
My cock is buried so deep inside of her, I do not know where I start and she ends. We are one.
“Fuck, my sexy little witch feels so good around my cock.” My voice is guttural.
“That feels so good. I am so full, Mason. Make me come please. Harder, faster,” Cleo begs me.
Leaning down, I take one of her dusky pink nipples into my mouth and suck hard, using my teeth to pull on the bud and making her scream my name.
Her hands grip the bedding, her chest heaving with heavy pants as I fuck her harder.
Sitting back, I grip the back of her knees. Pressing them to her shoulders, I thank fuck my girl is flexible. My cock slips from her as I reposition her body, then I smirk down when she looks at me with desire that is directed at only me. All fucking mine.
“So deep,” Cleo cries out.
Sweat covers my body, some dripping down on her flushed skin, but she doesn’t care, and frankly, neither do I. Her damp skin glows in the dim light of the room, making her look like a fucking angel.
I watch as my cock slides in and out of her, glistening with her juices. The sight makes my balls draw up, tightening to the point of pain. It is mesmerizing seeing my cock stretch her cunt, sucking me back in as she cries out, panting, chasing her orgasm.
“Need you to come for me, baby. Shit,” I hiss, feeling her pussy start to flutter.
Letting one leg go, I rest my hand on her cunt, my thumb pressing down on her clit that is so swollen it is sticking out from the hood, begging for attention. She trembles beneath me, her lips parting as she gasps.
“YES, Mason.”
Rubbing back and forth over her nub, I feel her pussy starting to clamp down, then I press hard and her eyes spring open, her body locks up, and she squirts. Fucking squirts all over me.
That triggers my own orgasm, and my balls explode, filling her cunt with my seed. I silently pray that I’ve planted my baby inside of her.
She is still coming as I pump slowly into her, my cock being strangled almost to the point of being cut off. I let her legs down, keeping us connected, and lay my body over hers, watching her with her eyes closed, her breathing ragged, matching my own. She couldn’t look more beautiful.
Unless she was round with my kid.
Who knew that picturing her pregnant would be a such a turn on?
“It has never felt like that before.” Her voice is soft but like smooth velvet to my ears.
I pull back so I can see her face, hooking her leg over my thigh, and she whimpers as my cock nudges inside of her.
Her eyes bounce back and forth between mine, searching for something. I brush her hair away from her face, my thumb moving over the apple of her cheek. This feels like home.
I softly kiss her lips, drawing a contented sigh from her and hell, that makes my heart happy.
“Good, because it was not me fucking you. From now on, it will always be like that, and better, baby.”
In a flash, mischief floods her gaze and she grins up at me.
“You are one cocky biker, Mason Naylor.”
“Yes, I am, baby, and proud of it.” I wink, then kiss her again.
Ending the kiss, I pull from her body. We both protest the loss, but I need to clean her up so we can get some sleep. Tomorrow, I plan on taking my girl out on a date; she just does not know it yet.
Once we are both cleanish, I climb into her bed, pulling the purple and black bedding up over us, keeping her flush against my body.
With her thigh over mine, she speaks up and shocks me with her question.
“How did Lilian die?” I inhale deeply, letting her question sink in. “You do not have to answer if it is too painful.”
With her hand on my chest, I grip it firmly, needing her to anchor me.
“A brain aneurysm. She was completely fine, never saw any signs. Then she started to get migraines, but she had had them since she was a teen, so she refused to go and get them checked out. Then one day she was driving home from the store and it blew. Killing her in seconds.”
“Oh, Mason, I am so sorry.” I feel her tears hit my chest.
She’s lying here, tears spilling for a loss that isn’t even hers? The warmth of her body pressed to mine, with the weight of her hand anchoring me to the present, reminding me that I’m here, I’m alive, I can feel again.
Lilian would want me to feel again.
She cries for Lilian, for me.
How could I not love her for that?
Falling for Cleo feels inevitable. She is perfect for me in ways I cannot comprehend, but I will take it. I hold her tightly to me as we fall asleep, her before me, to dream of the future and what it will bring us.