Chapter 24
Creedence
I was bent over the oven door, pulling dinner out when I heard a growl, “Stand up, or I’m going to put you in a position we haven’t tried before.”
I looked over my shoulder, then I grinned mischievously.
His eyes narrowed.
I placed the dish of lasagna on the stove, shut the oven door with my foot, turned it off, placed the potholders on the counter, and then I walked around him. Thankfully, the couch was in a prime location.
I headed to it, bent forward, and braced my arms on either side of me.
Then I looked over my shoulder at him, his head twisted with heat in those mossy-colored eyes of his.
I wiggled my hips, “Well, what are you waiting for?”
He growled as he stalked toward me.
I watched that predator’s stride he had.
Then he was undoing his belt and unsnapping his jeans.
He pressed his cock to my ass and shifted his hips, “You sure?”
I licked my lips, “Shut the hell up and fuck me.”
His eyes went molten.
He shifted behind me.
And then, he winked, reached down, and shifted my cotton shorts to the side, then my thong. Then I felt his fingers on my core.
I moaned and dropped my head back.
He didn’t play.
Oh no.
He growled, “Fucking wet for me already.”
I moaned. “Alexander.”
He tapped my clit with his finger. I groaned, “Honey.”
He spread my feet apart, and then I felt his cock at my entrance. He growled, “Brace, baby.”
I braced by fisting my hands into the couch cushions right before he slammed that magnificent cock inside of me.
My body jolted with the couch.
He growled as he pulled out and slammed into me.
“Hold on, baby.”
“Yeah, honey.”
I held on as he shifted his hips, and then, he fucked me.
Mercilessly.
His balls slapped my ass.
I moaned.
He groaned.
“Best fucking pussy ever,” he growled.
“Best fucking cock ever,” I moaned as he hit that spot deep inside of me.
My head fell back again as I matched his thrusts.
I shoved my hips back, and then he gripped my hips and growled, “Fuck your cock, baby.”
I did.
Back and forth I rode his cock.
Seeking it.
Needing it.
He growled.
Then he let go of my hip with one hand and started to run circles on my clit.
My toes curled, “Alexander!”
“Hurry, baby. Can’t last much longer. Your pussy. Your hair. Your ass. Fuck!”
I moved faster on his cock as his finger worked in tandem on my clit.
And then he rotated his hips.
I. Saw. Stars.
“Fuck!” he bellowed as I stilled and came, and felt him slam into me, once, twice, and then he was still.
His cock was buried inside of me.
I felt his cum as it spilled out of his cock.
His hands ran up and down my sides as I breathed heavily.
And once I was back in control of my body, I said, “I hope I can walk.”
He burst out laughing.
And this time... well... we didn’t jump in the shower.
No.
I made our plates.
Then he winked and pulled me onto his lap, “The only thing better than my cum sliding down your thighs is our cum mingling on my cock.”
He leaned his head forward and pressed a kiss on my lips, “From now on, we don’t make love or fuck without kissing. Okay?”
I melted as I smiled, “Yeah.”
And well... after we ate, we did shower.
And then he licked his lips and dropped to his knees.
His tongue was magnificent.
Those fingers were marvelous.
I shouted his name as I came in his mouth.
And that night, as we cuddled close, he offered, “Tomorrow. Think about a scene you read that you want to try.”
And that night before I fell asleep, I knew the scene I wanted to try.
***
He lifted his brows at me, “You serious?”
I nodded, then bit my bottom lip, “Think it’ll work?”
He growled as he grabbed the rope and smirked, “Star Shine, I’ll fucking make it work.”
And he did.
With my hands tied to the headboard, he gave me pleasure.
First, by sucking on my nipples and grinding his cock into my pussy, “That’s one.”
Then his mouth lowered to my pussy, and he ate me, then he smirked, “That’s two.”
Then he dove in again, and I was writhing, needing to put my hands on him.
I came again. He winked, “That’s three.”
And then... he slid that perfect cock into my pussy, and I saw stars. “Fucking four. Love you, Star Shine.”
My light snores answered him.
***
I pouted as he walked out of the apartment.
He had to go to Alabama to help flush out a rat from the Willows Crossing Chapter of Wrath MC.
And he wouldn’t be back until it was finished.
Thankfully, I was able to bide my time with work.
A lot of nurses were out with a stomach virus that was going around.
It was one I didn’t catch, thankfully.
We texted throughout the day and talked every night before I fell asleep.
It didn’t matter who tried to get his attention; he would growl and say my name, and they would back off.
It was two weeks later, just as I crawled into bed, I got a text.
Her Dark – On my way home, Star Shine.
Me – Good. Please be careful. I love you.
Her Dark – Love you, too.
***
If I hadn’t had lunch plans today with Kristie and Malinda, I would have been at home, naked, waiting for him.
Kristie smirked as she looked over my shoulder.
I smiled.
I hadn’t told him where I was.
To some, that might seem weird... but for us... it was perfect.
“Here comes your dark,” Kristie said with a smile.
“You mean my stalker,” I said with a giggle.
Then I felt him move in behind me and felt his lips on the side of my neck, “You're only one.”
No one understood the relationship Ripper and I had. No one.
But the two of us did.
And that was all that mattered to me.
I leaned my head back into his chest and sighed in contentment.
“I’ve missed you,” I said.
“I know. I’m back for a while,” he said.
“Good.”
Sadly, he had to go back to Alabama to help the president with his issue.
Ripper
Not one but fucking five rats lay at my feet.
Their bodies were destroyed.
I looked at Declan and asked, “Anything else?”
He looked at the bodies that were beaten black and blue, took in the missing parts of them, then he looked at me, and smirked, “Negative.”
I lifted my chin.
Then I grabbed a rag and started for the cellar door.
“Ripper?” he called out.
I looked over my shoulder at him and lifted my brow.
“You want a spot here?” he asked.
I smirked, then shook my head, “My woman is settled. So, I’m settled.”
He chuckled, “Alright. Get home to Creedence. Appreciate ya.”
I lifted my chin and then headed to the room I was given to use, cleaned up, then I headed to my bike, climbed on, and headed home.
***
I stared at the small table full of a home-cooked meal and felt my gut clench.
I should have been here hours ago.
Fucking traffic.
Because I damn sure would enjoy anything she made for me.
But especially the homemade.
I looked toward her bedroom and started in that direction until something caught my eye on the coffee table.
Sitting there were three bags. Gift bags. Bags with balloons.
What the... then it hit me, I dropped my head in a sigh.
This fucking woman.
I’d completely forgotten what today was, and apparently so had everyone else. But not her. Not my woman.
Who was in a pretty dress, curled up on the couch underneath the black fuzzy blanket I gave her when she was sick.
And before I could take another step in her direction, I heard it.
“Why are you still wearing your clothes?” she asked.
I grinned.
And then... in the dark of night, I moved.
... and after I came in her so hard, I had to lie there to catch my breath, she whispered, “Happy Birthday, Alexander.”
***
Had I known what would occur in just a few short hours, I never would have let her leave the bed.
And I wouldn’t have either.