Chapter 19
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Della
“That’s it, little mouse, take my cock, fuckin’ ride it,” Shadow groans. His words light my body on fire as they do every time he’s inside me.
I do as he tells me and ride him, grinding and rotating my hips, taking him deeper with each time I lower myself.
Shadow’s hands at my hips don’t guide my movements as they can, but I knew when he was ready, he’d use them to slam me down on him while he thrusted up into me.
That is, unless he flips our positions. He’s done both before, many times.
Though I’d never complain. I love how Shadow handles me in the bed and out.
It’s heaven in the most pleasurable way possible.
“Tyler,” I gasp, feeling the building need to come starting to climb, I quicken my movements searching for.
“Touch yourself, baby,” Shadow orders, eyes locked on my body, watching me closely.
I obey his command, one hand moving between my legs, stroking my clit. I pinch one of my nipples with the other. I throw my head back, grind down on Shadow’s shaft, and come, moaning my pleasure.
“Fucking sexy, Della,” he growls. His grip tightening at my hips as he comes up, flips us, and drills himself inside me with a pounding force that turns my moans to cries as I keep playing with myself.
The intensity of my release grows with his thrusts. There’s nothing better than watching him chase after his own orgasm. His breathing becomes ragged, and his muscles tense under my fingertips. I can feel every inch of him pulsing inside me as he gets closer to the edge.
“Fuck, little mouse,” he pants against my neck, his hot breath sending shivers down my spine. “You feel so goddamn good.”
I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, and moan my agreement, “Yes. So good. Come inside me, Tyler.”
He growls, a sound so primal it causes me to clench around him tighter. With three more powerful thrusts, he stiffens above me, his release triggering another wave of pleasure that crashes through me unexpectedly.
“Della,” he growls and buries his face in my hair as he empties himself inside my pussy.
For a few moments, we stay connected, our heartbeats gradually slowing as we catch our breath.
Shadow’s weight on top of me is comforting, grounding me as I lie beneath him, absorbing all that is him.
With him there’s not doubt that I’m safe to be who I am.
I can bask in the afterglow of our lovemaking.
It didn’t matter if it was hard and rough, sweet and slow, with him, no matter how he takes me, he was making love to me, just as I did with him.
I run my fingers through his hair, damp with sweat, and press a kiss to his temple. His skin tastes salty against my lips. ”You’re incredible,” I whisper, my voice still raspy from crying out.
He lifts his head, those dark eyes of his seeing right through me as they always do when he looks at me.
“No, little mouse. You are.” He brushes my hair from my face with a gentleness that contrasts sharply with the roughness of our lovemaking.
It’s these moments . . . these tender gestures after he’s thoroughly claimed me .
. . that make my heart swell. That tells me everything I need to know.
It didn’t matter that we’ve only been together a matter of days, the feeling of knowing him a lifetime is all that matters to me. The crush I had on him as a girl is nothing compared to the love flowing inside me. It should scare me, but it doesn’t.
When he finally rolls off me, I immediately miss the connection, but he pulls me against his side.
I trace the lines of the tattoo spanning his chest, following the intricate pattern I’ve memorized, never wanting to forget them.
I love his tattoos. I don’t have any myself, but the thought has crossed my mind.
“What are the plans for today?” I whisper my question, not knowing what the day is going to bring.
With it being Sunday, I’m hoping to be able to spend the full day with him. Every day since the first night I slept next to him, we’ve spent our mornings just like this.
Shadow would take me home after we had coffee, with me sitting on the counter and him leaning against said counter next to my legs.
We’d discuss our plans for the day, then go about our business, only for him to pick me up each evening.
Some days he’d take me to the clubhouse, where we hung out before coming to his house, other days we came straight here and fixed dinner together.
It was beautiful. I’ve loved every minute I’ve spent with Shadow.
“We’re going to the clubhouse for a cookout,” Shadow states, stroking his fingers slowly along my spine.
“We are?” Excitement fills me at knowing we are going to the clubhouse. I love being there. His brothers, even the ones I hadn’t met the first day, were welcoming and treated me like I was a little sister to them all.
“Yeah, baby,” he murmurs and presses a kiss to the top of my head. “We’ll head out after we shower.”
“Together?” I tilt my head back and grin up at him. I love showering with him. The only time I didn’t shower with him was Wednesday morning since he took me home after coffee, but we’ve shared showers every day since, including Wednesday night when we got back to his place.
“You know . . .” Shadow grins and rolls us until I’m on my back. “Want me to fuck you in the shower again?”
I shiver at his question, my lips part, and my cheeks heat. That’s why I love it when we shower together. My man loves to play while we’re in there. It’s a good thing his hot water lasts as long as it does. Otherwise, we’d end up having a cold shower by the time we finished.
“Yeah, my woman wants me to fuck her again in the shower.” Shadow chuckles and dips his head down to take my mouth in a heated kiss involving his tongue dominating my mouth, as he always does, which makes my toes curl.
Before the kiss goes longer, he pulls away, rolls off, and gets out of the bed. Damn. I hate the fact we’re getting up, but watching him standing next to the bed in all his naked glory, it’s a sight worth enjoying.
“Come on, baby, time to shower.” He grins, reaching for more.
Time to shower. Yippee!
* * *
“This is so cool.” There’s no missing the excitement in my voice at the sight of the new sign Tormentor is showing me.
He’d been working on it since the day Maddox and I signed with the club to be partners. I hadn’t seen it until now, when he asked if we all wanted to see it.
Tormentor designed the new ranch sign with a skull head with bull horns and a cowboy hat, beneath it he had Fallen Meadows Ranch and barbed wire circling underneath the words.
The whole thing was awesome. My opinion is that he outdid himself completely.
It’s a beautiful piece of art and the best part is he made it look like a brand, though he carved the entire thing before burning and staining it to seal it from the weather.
“Thanks, darlin’,” Tormentor says, grinning, earning a growl from Shadow.
Out of all the members of the club, Tormentor is the only one who calls me darlin’, and it’s only to get a rise out of his VP.
“When is it going up at the ranch?” I ask, turning my attention to my man.
“Gonna do it soon,” Shadow answers, coming to my side and pulling me in his arms, tucking me into him. “I’ll make sure you’re there to see it go up.”
I tilt my head back to meet his gaze and smile brightly at the fact he’d make sure I’m there when the new sign goes up. “That would be nice of you,” I murmur teasingly.
“Yeah.” He grins back. “Let’s get you some food now that you’ve seen the new sign.” My stomach takes the opportunity to make itself known, and it does it loud enough for Shadow to hear. “Come on, little mouse.”
Shadow guides me away from Tormentor’s workshop, which they have behind the clubhouse, toward the side of the building where Lucifer and Nightmare are both manning the grills.
The smell of sausages fills the air along with burgers and BBQ chicken.
These men definitely knew how to grill some food.
There were a few side items like potato salad, coleslaw, some pasta salad and chips. Everything is store-bought.
“The next time the club wants to do a cookout, why don’t I make some stuff?” I suggest as Shadow hands me a plate. “I could help with the cooking around here.”
“You want to do that?” Shadow asks, his attention on me, though he was reaching for the buns.
“Yeah.” It wasn’t a lie.
“The saddle bunnies are supposed to help with the cooking when it comes to this stuff, but they always just go to the store instead. Minx tries to do what she can, but with it being just her, it’s a lot to do,” he explains, and again, I love him for being open with me about everything.
“Well, next time, just let me know a few days ahead so I can get everything, and I’ll get with Minx.
She and I, if she’s okay with it, will get everything put together for sides.
” I tell him and look at the table holding all the store-bought containers.
“I mean, they didn’t even get baked beans, which is totally a cookout must-have.
That and jalapeno-poppers. They didn’t even slice up any tomatoes or put out lettuce for the burgers.
” I stop my ranting when Shadow starts laughing. “It’s not funny.”
“Baby, it’s hilarious as shit, and I’m telling you now, you want the job, you got it. I’ve had your pasta salad, it’s the shit. You make whatever the hell you want for my brothers, and they’ll eat it.”
Well, okay then.
Next time, I’ll make sure the guys have more than store-bought shit.
Cookouts are meant to be about family being together. Food brings those around you closer together, and it should come from the heart when being made. Not gone out and bought at the store out of laziness.
Shadow puts what I like on my plate, fills his up, and together we move to one of the picnic tables.
Soon, others join us, and the day is spent filled with so much laughter.
I don’t remember a time I’ve laughed as much as I do surrounded by so many badass bikers.
I love the ranch, and it’s home to me, but I’m finding being here at the clubhouse in Shadow’s environment, I’m also home.