Chapter 8 #3
Gratitude flows through me. The brotherhood is something else. Do we fuck around, play hard and do questionable things? We sure as fuck do. But when it came down to it, we always had each other’s backs.
“Thanks Pres.” I give him a nod and close the door behind me as I leave.
Nobody tries to stop me as I leave, and I’m grateful for it.
I’m even more grateful when I roar up to my house to find a campervan that can only be Angel’s in my driveway.
Taking my helmet off, I look up when the front door opens, and she’s standing framed in the doorway.
Long blonde hair hanging loose, dressed in jeans, fluffy socks, and a bright pink sweatshirt with white writing that boldly states, ‘I don’t watch porn. I read it.’
A wide grin spreads over my face when I see that, and I’m still chuckling when I get off my bike and walk up the steps of the porch to her.
“Love coming home to you, baby, but I have questions about your sweatshirt,” hooking a finger into the neck, I pull her towards me.
She winds her arms around my neck and lifts her face.
Lowering my head, I take her lips in a hard kiss.
I missed her today, and my kiss lets her know it.
She moans low in her throat. Wrapping my arms around her, I gather her closer, deepening the kiss.
I slide my hands down her back, kneading her luscious ass before curling them around her thighs and lifting her.
She wraps her legs around my waist, anchoring herself to me.
I don’t stop kissing her as I walk us into the house, kicking the door shut behind me. My mouth never leaves hers as I place her on our bed, following her down, covering her body with mine as our tongues dance against each other. I only let up when we need to take a breath.
“Missed you today,” I admit, kissing her cheek and down her neck to the scoop neck of her sweatshirt.
“Me too,” she whispers, pulling at my shirt, “need you, Garret.”
“Mm,” I murmur, curling my fingers around the hem of her sweatshirt.
I lift it over her head, loving the way her breasts bounce in her lacy bra.
“Fucking beautiful, baby,” I whisper, pressing a kiss to the centre of her chest before I stand and take my cut off, hanging it on the hook on the back of the door.
Turning back to her, I find her hungrily eyeing me.
“Strip for me, baby,” I order. “Want you naked by the time I’ve finished taking my boots off. ”
Neither of us waste time getting naked, and before long we’re back in each other’s arms. Skin to skin. My cock is hard and aching, and there’s nothing I want more than to slip between her wet folds.
Leaning over, I open the nightstand drawer, but Angel’s hand on my arm stops me.
“I’m clean,” she tells me. “Haven’t been with anyone for five years, and I’m on the shot. I’m good to go bare if you’re clean.”
My heart beats hard. Fuck, the thought of being bare in her has me leaking pre-cum like a teenage boy.
“I’m clean, baby. Haven’t been with anyone since my last check-up, which was a year ago. If you’re okay, then I’d fucking love to feel you bare around my cock,” I murmur, my lips hovering above hers.
Neither of us made mention that we’d been with others, because we knew they meant nothing in the grand scheme of things. They were a way to scratch an itch, and that was it.
“Nothing I want more,” she admits, lifting her head and sealing her lips to mine, pushing my shoulders until I’m on my back. Straddling me, she grips my cock in her fist and slides down until I’m sheathed in her hot, pulsing pussy. Her eyes close in ecstasy.
“Need you to move, baby.”
Opening her eyes she looks down at me, lips tilted in a small smile as she rolls her hips, hands on my chest supporting her. It’s not going to take me long to come, I’ve been thinking about her all day, and she needs to come with me when I do.
Putting my thumb to my mouth, I suck it deep. Angel’s eyes flare with heat. When it’s nice and wet, I remove it and slide it along the seam of her pussy, finding her hard clit. Following her lead, I circle it with every rock of her hips.
“Jesus,” she utters, moving in a slow circular motion.
She keeps one hand on me as she throws her head back, hissing out a sigh of need as she grips the wrist of my hand that’s working her clit.
I bend my knees, powering up into her, not letting up until she’s coming.
And come she does. Hard. Her walls grip my cock, pulling every bit of cum from me.
I’m hardly aware that I’ve cum, totally enthralled by the look on her face as I fill her up until she wrings every bit of my seed from me and collapses, panting on my chest.
“Holy fuck, Garret. We need to do that again.”
I laugh as I roll us over and rock my hips, not ready to leave her body yet. To my surprise, I start to get hard again. I’m not a fucking teenager, this hasn’t happened since I was. Seems all I needed was the one woman meant for me.
It’s late by the time we eat, shower and get to sleep. We’re exhausted and are asleep as soon as our heads hit our pillows, arms wrapped around one another.