Chapter 17 #2
“Here, darlin’,” I said as leaned over her body and brought my lips to hers. “Taste yourself on my lips and tell me if you aren’t the sweetest thing in the whole damn world.”
I kissed her long and hard, our tongues tangling. My cock was so fucking hard it was practically jumping to get inside her, but I was gonna take my time.
I cupped her breasts and teased her nipples. She moaned into my mouth, letting me know how much she liked what I was doing to her. Before I knew it, her hands were on my cock, exploring briefly before they started stroking.
Fuck. She was gonna bring me to my damn knees.
I couldn’t let her make me come before her. Holding her wrists in one hand I held them above her head. “Hands where I can see ‘em. Your job is to lie back and enjoy all the pleasure I’m gonna give you, okay?”
“Don’t make me wait too long,” she said as her hips rose up, bumping herself up against my cock.
“Playin’ dirty, are you?” I said in her ear. “No fair.”
I gave her one more quick kiss before moving down her neck and then down to her breasts.
I could tell she loved to have her nipples sucked and teased because they turned into sharp little points as she writhed on the bed, trying to keep her hands in place.
“Grab the headboard if you need to, darlin’. ”
When I got back to her pussy, I glanced up at her and said, “Open up for me, beautiful. I want your knees all the way up.”
A lot of men think getting their dick wet is the main event. For me, it’s about having a beautiful woman under my tongue, squirming with pleasure—and having Winter fall to pieces under my touch, lit all my fuses.
I went to town on her swollen clit, sucking and licking until I found what made her moan. Then I slid in one finger and then another into her pussy, slowly opening her for my thick cock. Finding her g-spot I gave it a tap, and she almost came right then and there.
Jackpot.
I started sucking on her clit again as my fingers teased her walls. Her moaning got louder and her juices were flowing down my chin. Fuck, if that wasn’t the hottest thing ever, to know that I was making the woman I love lose it underneath me.
“You gonna come for me, darlin’?” I asked before my lips found her clit again and my fingers curled deep inside her.
Suddenly, her hips bucked and jerked, and she came in a gush, I drank down everything she gave me, savoring her juices like it was the nectar of the gods. When she started shoving my face away, I wiped my mouth on the back of my hand and said, “You ready for my cock yet?”
She pulled me down over her.
“Please,” she said.
“Well, if you’re askin’ so nicely, who am I to deny the lady?
” I said. Her long legs wrapped around me, and I notched my cock at her entrance.
She was so damn wet, I near enough slipped right in.
Being gripped by her hot, tight pussy was like nothing on earth.
She tilted her hips and when I thrust deeper her eyes practically rolled back in her head with pleasure.
So, I did it again and again, getting a little rougher with each thrust.
I pounded into her like a man possessed, and she went wild beneath me, but it wasn’t enough. I wanted to watch her as she fell apart, so I rolled us over and put her on top.
“Look at you,” I said, as I cupped my hands around her ass to get her in position.
“I want to watch you when you come, too,” she said with a wicked glint in her eye.
Damn, this woman was gonna be the death of me, because when she bounced on my cock like she’d never had it so good I damn near saw stars.
Now, it was my turn to lie there and enjoy the pleasure she gave.
I was watching my cock disappear into her soaking wet cunt and I couldn’t resist giving her clit a rub and reaching up for her nipples.
Before I knew what hit me, she sank down taking my whole length, moaning as she came again.
Her pussy was spasming and squeezing my cock.
That was all it took, and I could feel myself coming inside her, shooting my load as she milked me dry.
Finally, she collapsed on top of me, as spent as I felt.
Lying curled around her small form was my happy place.
When she fell asleep, I lay there wondering how I managed to get so lucky.
Now that I had a woman who loved me, that opened the door to all kinds of amazing experiences that I could have only dreamed of .
And I knew for sure, now that I’d found her, I was never gonna let her go.
Winter
Epilogue
Six Months Later
Today Fuse and I were getting married. Grace and Rosie were helping me get ready. The whole thing was turning out to be bigger and more complicated than I ever imagined.
The bikes started arriving around noon. I heard the throaty roar of their engines. Most outsiders thought they all sounded alike, but I could pick out the sound of Fuse’s bike.
I was sitting in the vanity chair in the master bedroom while Rosie was giving me an amazing updo. Grace was standing at the window giving us a running commentary on what was happening in the back yard.
“The Savage Legion just pulled in,” Grace said excitedly. “It’s a big group and most of them have their old ladies in tow.”
“How many are there?” Rosie asked, shoving a hairpin into place.
“At least thirty.”
“Don’t move,” Rosie told me. “I need to anchor another pin.”
I looked at myself in the mirror. My dress was a simple design with no train. The idea of dragging one across eleven acres of grass and gravel didn’t appeal to me in the least.
“Sons of Rage coming up the drive now,” Grace reported. “Jasper’s at the front. He’s wearing a clean cut, and his old lady is gorgeous.”
“Jasper and his brothers clean up nice,” Rosie opined. “Thunder said they’ve got manners when they decide to use them.”
Grace kept up the running commentary. “Oh, here come some more Sons of Rage. There are so many of them!”
“Does Fuse know this many people were coming?” I asked anxiously.
Rosie met my eyes in the mirror. “Fuse invited all of them. Don’t worry, the brothers know how to handle large crowds.”
“Fuse is nervous,” Grace said from the window. “I can see him from here. He keeps adjusting his cut.”
“Good,” Rosie said with satisfaction.
“That’s not nice,” I said. “I want him to be relaxed and happy on his wedding day, not nervous.”
“If he’s nervous, it means he knows what he’s got when it comes to you and doesn’t want to mess things up.”
Celt appeared in the doorway wearing a clean dark shirt and his cut. He took one look at me and pressed his lips together for a moment.
“Don’t do it,” Rosie said sternly without turning around.
“I’m not doin’ anythin’,” Celt muttered.
“You were about to say something sentimental and ruin my makeup work.”
“I was gonna say she looks grand, is all,” Celt said.
Grace came to give him a hug. Like always, she was wearing both her wedding band and his property cut.
I stood up from the vanity chair and turned to look at him. “Thank you, Celt. That’s nice of you to say.”
He cleared his throat and said, “Right. Are we ready then?”
“Give me one more minute,” Rosie said, giving me a final once-over.
Grace told us, “The prospects finished the bike rows ten minutes ago. We should go.”
Celt offered me his arm at the door. “Are you ready, lassie?”
I took one last look in the mirror. I looked like an entirely different person. Not even a year ago, I was standing on the auction block. I thought my life was over until one man stepped up to save me. Now, I’m living my best life.
Turning to Celt, I smiled at him because I remembered how they had to hold him back at that auction.
Like Fuse, he wanted to beat the shit out of Viper for trafficking me.
I didn’t see what a kind and decent man he was at the time—he and the rest of the Dark Slayers.
But now I see it, more distinctly than ever.
I slid my arm through his and said, “Yes, let’s get this show on the road so my husband-to-be can stop being anxious. ”
He grinned at me. “You’re good people, Miss Winter. Fuse lucked out ending up with you.”
We started walking. “I’m the lucky one. Not only did I end up with the man of my dreams, but I got a found family with the Dark Slayers.”
Celt was beaming by the time we came down the back steps, and we stopped in the doorway.
Outside, two rows of motorcycles stretched from the edge of the porch all the way out to the old oak tree.
Each one was polished until it gleamed and the headlights were on to light our way.
All the vintage cuts belonging to former members had been pulled out of the glass cases and draped over the handlebars.
I came to a staggering stop as I tried to take it all in.
This was just one more in a long line of amazing displays of biker culture.
Many of the brothers grew up in the club and were good at finding ways to honor their MC heritage.
Celt noticed that I stopped and glanced over at me. “Are you alright, lassie?”
“Yeah, everything is so breathtakingly beautiful,” I whispered. “I need a second to commit it all to memory.”
Celt chuckled. “Don’t worry, lassie. Fuse hired some bloke with a camera to take pictures of everything for ya, and one of the Savage Legion brothers has a drone up in the sky capturing everything, too.”
Smiling, I stepped out to embrace my future with Fuse. At the far end of the path they had created with motorcycles, there was an oak tree. That’s where Fuse and his club brothers had set up a canopy, underneath chairs had been arranged, and strings of lights twined in the branches of the tree.
Storm stood at a podium, he didn’t look like your typical wedding officiant, but then again, he didn’t have to because he was simply a person licensed to perform marriage rites in California. No religion needed, not for this wedding anyway.