Chapter 3 #2
“I just want to sleep,” she murmurs, but there’s an edge to her tone. It’s not the response I want, but at least she answered without telling me to fuck off.
“You know you’re the only woman for me, right?”
She scoffs abruptly. “Am I?”
“Of course,” I say with a sigh. “Come on, you know me better than anyone in this club . . . it’s always been me and you, and I hate it when we argue.”
She stays silent for a minute, and then a small sob escapes, and her shoulders begin to shake. I pull her closer to me and wrap my arms around her. I feel her relax into my touch.
“I’m sorry,” she sniffles. “I just . . . I just saw you with her, protecting her . . . and I thought maybe . . .” Another sob leaves her. “Maybe you want her instead. She’d probably be able to give you a child.” My heart cracks at her words. I hate she’s putting herself through all this.
“Listen, I don’t want anyone but you, even if that means we never have children.
” I gently move the hair from her face and brush my nose against her cheek.
“I was just doing my duty as President of this club. I’d have grabbed anyone that was in the firing line to save them.
But, Hell, you’re my ol’ lady, my everything. Nothing changes that.”
“I know all that,” she replies, wiping her eyes and turning slightly to look at me. “But there’s something about her I just don’t like. And I’ve seen the way she watches you, like you’re her next meal.”
I laugh, shaking my head. All the club girls ever want is bragging rights to say they’ve fucked the president, and Siren is no different.
“Come on, Hell. Siren, really? She’s interested in anything with three legs and a pulse.”
“Promise me, Drifter. I need to hear you say it.”
“I promise I won’t go anywhere near Siren.” I press a kiss to her forehead. “Why would I need to when I have the most perfect woman lying in my arms already?”
I roll her onto her back and look her in the eyes. They’re puffy from her tears, and I hate she’s probably been up here crying for hours. I kiss her button nose, and she scrunches her face. “Are you listening to me, Hell?” She nods. “I mean it, you’ve got nothing to worry about.”
She gives me a weak smile, and behind those deep brown eyes, I see the conflict brewing, like there’s already a war in her head she’s trying to ignore.
She reaches up and kisses me gently on the lips. I take the opportunity to distract her, deepening the kiss before she can pull back. If words can’t get through to her, I know exactly what will.
I slowly run my hand down her body, smiling against her lips when she breaks out in goosebumps.
She pulls back slightly, grinning. “Drifter, I think I’ve finished ovulating.”
“Shh,” I say, pressing my finger to her lips.
“Let’s just enjoy this moment. No more talk of Siren.
” I run my hand over her stomach and down between her legs.
I move her thong to one side. “No more talk of fertility.” She closes her eyes, a small sigh escaping her as I run a finger through her folds.
I place feather-light kisses along her collarbone.
“And no more jealous outbursts.” I move my kisses down her stomach. “Just me and you in this moment.”
I settle between her legs, gently blowing over her clit. She shivers as I run my tongue along her sweet-smelling pussy, pushing my finger in until she squirms against me.
My tongue circles her clit as I slide my finger down to her backside, taking the wetness there.
Her breathing becomes more laboured when I pull away. “Unless . . .” I begin with a knowing smile.
She groans, arching her back off the bed. “You better fucking finish what you started,” she growls.
I chuckle. “Well . . .”
“Drifter,” she snaps impatiently.
I love how she needs me in this moment.
My fingers brush her clit, and she shivers, her eyes closing as her head drops back into the pillow. I push my fingers back into her, rolling my tongue over the swollen bud. She tastes fucking divine.
Her legs begin to shake as her hands fist the sheets beneath us. Her juices coat my stubble, and right now, all I want is to feel her clench around my cock.
As she comes down from her high, my cock stands proud.
I shove my boxers down and fist it, ready to claim what’s mine.
I grab her by the hips, lifting her off the bed, and her legs instinctively wrap around my waist. I slide her onto my cock, gliding in effortlessly.
Her nails dig into my back as I stretch her open.
My kisses are clumsy and desperate as I work my way down her neck.
My body moves on instinct, slamming into her as I push her against the wall.
I drive my cock into her, giving her exactly what she needs.
I sense she’s close when her legs tighten around my waist and her cries get louder.
I slide a hand over her backside, gripping the flesh roughly as I chase my release.
I push my finger into her tight hole, and she groans, her pussy clenching my cock tighter, milking every last drop of cum until I’m a shaking, mess.
I rest my head against her shoulder, the sound of our laboured breathing the only thing filling the room.
Sweat coats our bodies as I slide her down until her feet hit the floor.
I kiss her softly, smiling against her lips.