Chapter 19
TAMSIN
When I woke and realized Gavin was gone, I hadn’t been able to fall back asleep. So I went down to the kitchen to make some coffee. Which turned out to be a good thing because I was alert during our call. And I had something to drink while I paced afterward, waiting for him to return.
Unfortunately, he looked rough when he came through the clubhouse door. His knuckles were split, he was covered in dust, and some of it was streaked with blood.
At my horrified gasp, he explained. “Blood’s not mine.”
“It better not be.” I rushed over and hugged him. “The others?”
“All home.”
Some of my tension eased. “And the person after me?”
“Still out there. No confirmation Len is the inside man.”
Going by the state of his knuckles, I assumed it had taken some effort to get the answers he’d been given. I understood that club business included violence, but nothing I’d seen made me think the Black Crowns were careless or indiscriminate. And I could live with that.
“Can we go home now?”
“Yeah.”
We took his motorcycle through the quiet canyon roads, my arms around him tighter than the speed required. The house was still dark when we pulled in, but there were already Black Crowns on the perimeter.
When we got inside, I pointed him to a kitchen chair and got my first-aid kit. He sat and let me clean his split knuckle, watching my face instead of his hand.
“You don’t have to fuss.”
“I know.” But I didn’t stop because I loved him.
When I was finishing up, most of the tension had finally eased from his muscles. I set the kit aside and stepped between his knees. He looked up at me, and I put my hands on his face and kissed him like I had been waiting all night for this moment.
A deep groan rumbled up his chest, and he let me lead for a moment. Then his good hand fisted in the front of my shirt, and he pulled me in until I was pressed against the hard length in his jeans.
A helpless sound slipped out of me, and his tongue swept across my lower lip before pushing inside. I rocked into the thick ridge behind his zipper.
“Tamsin.”
“I want you.” Emboldened by the heat in his dark eyes, I added, “Now.”
The chair scraped back as he stood, sliding an arm under my butt to lift me. I twined my arms around his neck and held on, trying not to move too much so I didn’t risk him popping one of his stitches.
The bruise along his ribs had to pull, but he didn’t slow down. “Bed. Before I take you on the table.”
“Wouldn’t complain,” I teased, although I wasn’t really joking.
“Don’t tempt me when we have a perfectly good mattress twenty feet away.”
I loved that he used “we” when talking about the bed because I wanted the man I loved to feel at home in my house. And I enjoyed the heck out of how he kicked the bedroom door wider with his boot and sat down on the edge of the bed with me still in his lap.
We somehow managed to strip most of our clothes off without changing position, only standing to get our shoes, pants, and underwear off. Then I got another look at the bruises on him and froze with my hands on his chest.
“I’m fine.”
I shook my head. “You’re not.”
“Good enough for this.” He caught my wrists and kissed the center of each palm. “You started it, pretty girl. You don’t get to stop because you’re worried about a bruise.”
His mouth closed over my breast, his beard scraping the underside. I gasped and arched into him. He sucked, then used his teeth just enough to sting before soothing it with his tongue.
He cupped the other breast and rolled the nipple until I was writhing against him. “That’s it, pretty girl. Don’t hide from me. I want every sound.”
“Gavin—”
My voice broke because he pinched and pulled at the same time.
He turned, laying me on the mattress and following me down. His weight settled between my thighs, and one forearm planted beside my head. “You’re soaked. Been like this since you laid that kiss on me in the kitchen, haven’t you?”
“Yes,” I gasped when his hand slid between the valley of my breasts and down my stomach.
“Good girl.”
He dragged a finger through my wetness, circling my clit once, then pulling away when my hips chased his touch. The frustrated sound I made had his lips curving into a smirk.
“Greedy already.” He pushed two fingers inside me and curled to stroke my most sensitive spot. “Tight. Hot. And all mine.”
He worked me with his hand until I shook from my release, then pulled his fingers out and sucked them clean while I watched.
“Hands flat on the mattress, pretty girl. You reach for my hair, I stop. Let me take care of you.”
Desperate for more even though I’d just come, I grabbed the sheets while his shoulders shoved my thighs wider.
The first slow lick from my entrance to my clit tore a cry out of me.
He hummed against my drenched flesh and hooked my legs over his shoulders for better access.
Then he licked and sucked, only easing off when I got close again.
I fisted the sheets. “Gavin, please.”
“Please what?” His beard scraped against my inner thigh. “You want to come on my tongue or do you want me inside you first?”
“Your mouth. Please,” I panted.
He sucked harder and drove his fingers deep. “Give it to me. Now.”
I came with his name broken on my lips, my hips straining against the arm he pinned across me, pulsing around his fingers while he licked me through every wave.
He did not stop until I twitched away from the intensity.
Then he kissed the inside of my thigh before he kneeled and wrapped a fist around his thick shaft.
“Look at me.”
I reluctantly lifted my gaze to meet his, and he rewarded me by dragging the head of his dick through the mess he had made of me. Then he notched the tip against my entrance, holding still while I stared up at him.
“You started this in the kitchen, and I’m going to finish it while you watch me.”
“Yes,” I hissed as he pushed in on a controlled stroke.
My inner walls were still fluttering from my second orgasm, but the stretch still took the breath from me. I felt so full of him.
“That’s it. Take all of me.” He bottomed out and stayed there, his jaw tight as he gave me a moment to adjust. “Feel that? It’s all yours. That’s what only you do to me.”
I wrapped my legs around him. “Move.”
“Bossy.”
“You like it.”
“Love it,” he murmured with a grin.
Then he drew out and drove back in hard enough that the headboard bumped against the wall. I met him thrust for thrust. He hooked one of my legs higher, opened me wider, and set a brutal rhythm. And I loved every moment of it.
“This pussy is mine,” he rasped against my mouth. “I wanna hear you say it, baby.”
“Yes. Yours. Gavin—”
“That’s right. Say my name while I fuck you.”
“Gavin.” I panted it out on every stroke after that, pleading and not shy at all.
He circled my clit with his thumb, pushing me closer to the edge again. I tried to warn him and only got his name out before I locked down around him, shaking as my nails dug in his back.
“Fuck. That’s it. Milk me, pretty girl.”
He buried himself deep and came with a growl against my throat, heat flooding me in pulses I could feel. I held him through it, my legs still wrapped around his hips and one hand in his hair.
It took a moment for us to catch our breath. When he pulled out, I whimpered.
“I know.” He kissed the corner of my mouth. “I’ve got you.”
He slid off the mattress to get a warm cloth from the bathroom. I reached for it, but he caught my wrist.
“Thought we already went over this before.” He cleaned me with unhurried strokes while I leaned back against the pillows. “I like doing it for you.”
He went into the bathroom to toss the cloth into the sink, climbed back in bed, and pulled me across his chest. His hand stroked up and down my spine, and his body was completely relaxed beneath mine. Finally.
As I traced the edge of the tattoo on his arm, my thoughts returned to the company and everything waiting for me once the threat was completely over.
“When this is all over, I want to rebuild the safety procedures. Take the inventory system and make two-person approval stick this time. I want people to feel safe coming back to work. I’m not letting Len’s possible betrayal run me out of something I spent my whole life learning.”
He brushed a kiss against my temple. “What do you need from the club?”
“The warehouse and test range need stronger physical security.”
“Done.” He didn’t even hesitate. “I’ll keep people from getting around the systems you build.”
“I’m sure you will.” He’d already proven I could trust him with anything.
His hand settled on my hip. “You want to live here?”
I lifted my head. “I do live here.”
“Not what I asked.”
It took longer than it should have for his wording to register. “You mean us, together?”
“Here. Somewhere else.” He shrugged. “You pick the address.”
I grinned at him. “That was unexpectedly reasonable.”
“Don’t care where we are as long as I’m with you.”
He pulled the covers over us and tucked me into his side. I was wrung out in the best way. His arm locked around my waist, and I fell asleep wrapped up in him.