Chapter 13 #2
I smoothed one thumb along his jaw. “I’m not afraid of Viper, the third favor or any of your regional biker politics. You know why?”
He nodded his head.
And I told him the truth, “Because for the first time in my life, I’m not alone anymore.
I’ve got you and your club at my back. This is starting to feel like I’m finally living my best life, and I don’t want that to end.
I don’t want to be sad and alone for the rest of my life so nothing bad can happen to you. ”
He laughed. It was a low rumble that sounded warm and masculine. “This is a far cry from living your best fuckin’ life, sweetheart.”
I dropped one thumb to trace his bottom lip. “I’m not that scared girl from the auction block anymore, babe. You helped me get over that. I’m stronger and more confident than I’ve ever been in my life, and I have you to thank for that.”
His expression turned soft and he murmured, “When did you get to be so confident?”
“Somewhere between learning to stand up for myself with the club girls and the property cut that feels like it was custom made for my body,” I teased. “It’s also hard to feel fragile and weak when you’re riding a hot biker’s cock.”
Truth be told, I knew that would shock him. And it did because his face registered shock and then something that looked like amusement. Being unpredictable kept things fresh.
He pulled me into a hug, with one hand at the back of my head and his chin resting against my hair. We sat there just existing in the world. He must have felt the same way, because as we sat there cuddling, I could feel the tension slowly ebb from his body.
“I fuckin’ love you to pieces. I hope you know that, sweetheart.”
I was amused at how he mixed love and profanity so effortlessly.
The next thing I knew, he tipped my chin up and covered my mouth with his.
His kiss was rough, needy and made of all the things that he was.
When his hands slid into my hair and he kissed me with the kind of focus that made everything disappear except the warm press of his mouth and his talented tongue.
When his tongue tangled with mine, it was panty melting hot.
My hands came down to untie my apron strings and then I removed my cut.
As I began removing and discarding clothing, Fuse noticed and followed suit, breaking apart enough to pull his away before joining lips again.
Soon there was nothing but the soft glide of our warm bodies against each other on the bed.
This was my idea of pure decadent luxury.
“Lay back. I need to make you wet for me, sweetness.”
“Or we could start with me getting on top of you,” I suggested helpfully.
Pressing me back with one big hand, he murmured, “Later. I need to taste you.”
This time, he was rougher and more urgent.
After the day he had, I understood why. I encouraged it without hesitation because he needed it.
I settled onto my back and allowed him to pull my legs apart.
Something about the way he stayed kneeling on the bed gazing at my pussy like it was the most beautiful one he’d ever seen, really boosted my confidence.
Before I could get ready his tongue was sliding over my clit with the kind of determination I never knew existed when it came to sex.
He did this little thing with his tongue where he swirled it around the outside of my clit.
Something about hitting the very front was mind blowing.
Ever since the day he figured that out, he’s been using that to his advantage, doing it over and over again until I come yelling his name.
The smug satisfaction he gets from that is almost too much.
I pulled him up, grabbed his cock with both hands because when he was hard sometimes it took two to wrangle him into place.
When it jumped in my hand, I looked up to find Fuse had the most intense expression on his face.
“What’s going on with you?” I asked.
“I’ve got a wild one today. It’s gonna take both hands.”
I squinted at him as his cock jumped again so strongly that I almost couldn’t keep hold of it. That’s when it dawned on me that he’s somehow doing this on purpose.
“Do you have a medical condition? We can stop if you need to.”
He just laughed, held me down and slowly impaled me with his hard cock.
It felt absolutely amazing. I scratched my nails gently down his back, which always drove him wild.
And before I knew it, he was moving hard and fast. I wrapped my legs around his waist and enjoyed the feel of him pumping his thick cock into my core over and over again.
Each thrust was more pleasurable than I ever thought sex could be.
We got lost in the motion and every time I got close to coming, he slowed down.
At first, it was fun but as my need to come spiked, it started being more frustrating.
When I started whispering naughty things in his ear, his need got the better of him, and he gave me that one amazing orgasm that was so strong it felt like my whole body convulsed. Sex with Fuse was always good but tonight was amazing.
Afterward he pulled me close and stayed inside me. He kissed me leisurely while running his hand up and down my back in a soft caress. Finally, he pressed his forehead against mine.
“You’re it for me. It’s either you or no one.”
I couldn’t have been happier hearing him say he only wanted me. “Same here, babe. Same here.”
We stayed like that for a minute, both of us breathing hard, and neither of us in a hurry to move. When he finally pulled out and settled on his back, I curled against his side and laid my head on his chest. He draped his arm across my shoulders.
One of the kittens walked up the length of him and stepped directly on his stomach. He grunted.
“Kittens pick the worst time to try to get attention,” he grumbled.
“Yeah, they target you anytime you hold still long enough,” I told him.
He relocated her to the space between us without ceremony and she curled up there, purring loudly enough so that her sister heard and came running.
I tumbled off to sleep with his arm still draped around my shoulder and kittens already fast asleep.
The last thought I remembered having was that Viper was still out there and according to Fuse he was stronger than ever.
I tried to imagine him sitting in his new territory with fifty shiny new club brothers, the council vote behind him and one favor left to call in.
One thing was clear, whatever he was planning might be the end of us both.
Tomorrow would come soon enough, whether I was ready for it or not.