Chapter 46 Oak
Oak
Three Weeks Later
“Do you think you’ll participate tonight?” Grace asks me softly, her head resting against my bare chest.
After vigorous rounds of sex we lay in her bed at her home outside of Hollows Point. I woke her up in the early morning, before the sun could even kiss the sky, with my head between her thighs, and decided to have my fill of her. Six orgasms later and I still want more of her.
If there is one thing I know with absolute certainty is that I will never have my fill of Gracie Mae Vale.
I twirl a piece of her hair around my finger. “I don’t know if I can. They’re strangers, baby, and I haven’t even shared it with my brothers.” Tonight, Tuesday, followed by every Tuesday and Thursday for the past three weeks I have been attending a VET support group.
Jerry is the one who had given me a couple of options after I confided in him.
He even told me the support group he attends, with no pressure to attend there myself, but gave it to me nonetheless.
And it came to a surprise to me when I decided to attend the one that he does that he doesn’t just attend it, he leads it.
I don’t know if I’ll ever open up to them like I have done with Grace, but getting my foot in the door is the first step.
She props her head on my chest and stares up at me with those beautiful eyes of hers I can easily lose myself in. God knows how many times those eyes have saved me from slipping back to the past. In Grace’s eyes all I see is the future.
“But are they really strangers?” She counters.
My eyes urge for her to explain as I remain silent to hear her reasonings.
Her voice is soft but confident. “You all have suffered tragedies and are fighting a mental war that no one else can fully understand. You’re bound to one another, in the same way you were bound to your unit, the same way you are bound to Vipers MC.
There’s intimacy there, vulnerability. You can look each one of them in the eyes and see pieces of yourself.
They’re not strangers, Oak, they’re a new family.
And even mammoth sized men like yourself who are intimidating and strong headed with a brooding nature deserve the love and compassion of family. ”
I swallow roughly, tears threatening to break from behind my eyes. Lightly, I trace the delicious fullness of her lips. She presses a kiss to the pad of my finger before I caress her face.
“You are the most beautiful thing I will ever bear witness to.”
She blushes.
God, I fucking love it when my woman blushes.
It’s another sight I take a mental image of. One to hold onto when the tides get rough.
Her finger traces the contours and hard lines of my face. Her gaze is one I can get drunk off of. Potent enough to make me believe I’m the best man in the entire world. But really, being the best man in the entire world holds no appeal. As long as I’m the best in hers that’s all that matters.
“Would you believe me if I said the same about you?”
Once upon a time I wouldn’t have. And truth be told there are days where I still don’t.
But I do believe in my woman’s eyes I am.
Sliding my hands down the sides of her body she shivers with pleasure. I grasp her luscious hips in my hands and settle her against my hard cock.
She bites down on her lip to quiet the gasp that can’t be concealed. I pin her narrowed eyes. “What did I say about not using that voice of yours, baby?”
Her voice is breathy and it has my cock twitch against her hot and wet entrance. “That I would be punished.”
“And what did I tell you if you defied me again?”
Her pupils are blown with desire. Electricity sparks between us. Our bodies humming. It’s as if the last three hours didn’t even happen. Nothing will satiate our hunger for one another.
“You said you’d take my ass.”
I palm her ass cheek before digging my fingers in. She hisses from the slight bite of pain but more of her arousal coats my cock. “I think I’ve prepared you enough the past couple weeks, baby. Time for me to claim that ass of yours.”
She licks her lips salaciously, incredibly turned on for what’s about to happen. Her eagerness has my cock harder than fucking steel.
I drop a hard open mouthed wet kiss to her lips. Then I flip us, positioning her on her front, her bare ass facing me, and my legs straddling idle sides of her.
Seductively she arches her back and teasingly she juts her ass in the air, swaying her hips back and forth. Each time hitting the crown of my cock.
Done with her teasing I take a hold of her hips and press her ass against my cock.
Her gasp turns into a moan when I spread her asscheeks apart.
I then take her arousal and lubricate my cock.
Knowing she’ll need all the help she can get despite being prepped I also lubricate her puckered hole with her arousal.
She moans again, hand fisting the silk pillowcase.
Wrapping my fist around my cock I guide it to her puckered hole. The head of my cock slides inside and I can feel her muscles tightening around me.
Her hand fists the pillowcase harder, knuckles gone white.
I massage her ass with nice and slow strokes.
“Relax, baby,” I order her softly and I feel the tension leave her.
“That’s a good girl,” I praise her while I slip my hand around and find her clit.
Lazily I circle her swollen nub, and as she loses herself in the pleasure of my fingers, I ease myself into her ass.
Jesus fucking Christ is she fucking tight.
Tingles form at the base of my spine as my balls feel heavy. And as I sink myself inside her, until I’m all the way to the base of my shaft, I almost blackout from the euphoric pleasure.
I keep myself seated all the way inside her, not moving the slightest inch so she can become accustomed to my size. “How’s my good girl doing?”
Her voice sounds choked but as she turns her head, giving me the profile of her face, I see the desire in her eyes. And it’s fucking heady. That look in her eyes makes me feel like a fucking God. “Fuck me, Oak.”
Not denying her order because not only do I listen to my woman but my cock also thanks me for it, I finally move.
I fuck her nice and slow. Deep thrusts that have her whimpering unintelligible words with heavy pants from the both of us.
Right at the edge of an orgasm myself, my balls fucking tight and heavy, ready to spill inside her, I need her to come with me.
So as I thrust back inside her hot tight ass I plunge two of my fingers inside her snug wet pussy. She cries out of my name in a worshipping way. And fuck me if it doesn’t make me feel like I’m the God she’s worshipping at the altar.
She chants my name like it’s her newfound religion. And when I sink myself inside her ass and curl my fingers to hit that spot that makes her go crazy an orgasm hits her so hard and good I feel it throbbing around my fingers as well as my cock in her ass.
It’s fucking Heaven.
Her name tears from my lips as I come inside her.
Before I collapse on her back I pull out carefully, wrap my arms around her pretty little waist, and lay her on top of me.
She sighs blissfully against my chest as her languid body is sprawled across mine.
As much as I love fucking my woman the moments after are what I love the most. The furthered intimacy that tethers us, creating a bond that can’t be broken.
“You took my cock so good, baby. Just like I knew you would,” I praise her.
I feel her smile against my chest. “It’s a good thing my sex god of a man knows what he’s doing.”
I burst out into laughter. The rumble of it shaking her on top of me. “Sex god?”
She hums tiredly but amused. “You know it.”
I give her a hard kiss that she reciprocates.
My cock awakens as she deepens the kiss. Plunging her tongue in the deep canvas of mine, her hands traveling up my chest to then wrap themselves in the ends of my hair. My hands settle on her waist, fingers digging in, wanting to be inside her even after all the times I’ve had her.
But I end the kiss before anything can truly begin. Her lips form into a pout and I swallow my smile from the sight of it. “You stopped,” she accuses.
“You telling me you ain’t sore, baby?”
She writhes above me; my cock nestles against her entrance. “I don’t care,” she answers all breathy.
I stop her movements which earns me another pout. Fuck, do I love her. “But I do. Don’t want to hurt you.” I slide my hand between our bodies and cup her sex. She hisses and it tells me all I need to know. “This greedy cunt of mine can wait. We have all the time in the world, baby.”
Her face softens as her tired eyes twinkle up at me. “I love the sound of that.”
“I love you.” Three words so simple yet so profound. Three words that don’t encompass entirely what I feel for her. Because love feels too trivial for how I feel.
“I love you, too.”
We bask in the afterglow with one another. Holding one another close, not wanting to let go. I smell the sex infused jasmine scent of her hair and caress the soft curves of her body.
It isn’t long before the alarm goes off on my phone. The alarm I have set to take Connor to school. It’s his last week and I promised him I would take him everyday on the back of my bike.
Grace groans softly and I chuckle. “I don’t want you to go.”
I press a tender kiss to the top of her head. “As much as I love the feel of you we can’t stay in this bed forever.”
“It’s a thought,” she murmurs.
I slap her ass before I regrettably pull her off of me and settle her back on the bed.
She watches me with unashamed eyes as I cross the room and pick out fresh clothes.
I love how she openly checks me out. She’s seen me naked plenty of times but it’s always as if it’s a first. And yeah, I take pride in that.
When I’m done getting dressed I cross the room and place one last kiss on her swollen lips. “No answering the door for anyone.”
She rolls her eyes as she rests her head back on the pillow. “What if it’s Alice or Nora or Rosa or Snake?”
I shake my head at her. “You sassing me, baby?”
She shrugs. “You said no answering the door for anyone.”
Sitting down on the small sliver of space left on her side of the bed I gently pinch my fingers on her chin. “You know what I mean. No answering the door for anyone outside of family.”
“You like bossing me around.”
“And you love following my orders. Don’t lie, baby. I can reach down right now and I bet you’re soaked.” She knows I’m right. And it earns me an amused smile in return. “I’m locking the door behind me. Won’t be long until I’m back home to you.”
“Orders followed by the sweetest words,” she muses.
Because I can’t help myself I steal another kiss that she’s all too willing to give. I rub my nose along hers. “Nothing can happen to you, Grace.” Vulnerability seeps in my voice.
It’s been five weeks since Grace has won custody of Connor. Even longer since we have word from the fucker Steven.
If there’s anything I’ve learned in my years of living is to not underestimate the quiet before the storm.
Her hand grips the back of my neck, keeping me to her. “Nothing will happen to me. I promise.” She kisses the tip of my nose. “Everything is going to be okay.”
I slip my hand around to the back of her head and cradle it. “Finally have a future, Grace. Finally have happiness. I finally found the joy in living. I finally found the missing part of me in you and I don’t know-”
“Hey, big guy, nothing is going to happen. I love you and nothing is going to happen.”
As assuring as her words are it doesn’t ease the foreboding dread that sits at the pit of my stomach. It’s the same feeling I had before I led my unit in that unsecured building.
And I don’t know how to fucking shake it.
And it only intensifies as I have Connor on the back of my bike, riding him to school.
I hope as fuck I’m wrong.