Chapter 18
EIGHTEEN
JULIE
I’m worse than a wet noodle. Holy shit, can that man handle me gently and roughly, just the way I like it.
His body is built for taking a woman to the peak and then letting her fall over while still holding on so she doesn’t lose her mind.
Leaning up on an elbow, I watch as Liam walks toward the bed yet again.
I’ve lost count of how many times he’s cleaned me up.
Ever so gently he leans down, placing a kiss on my inner thigh before biting down.
If you would’ve told me before him that I loved to be bit, I would’ve told you absolutely not, but here we are.
Damn, as much as the last year or so has been so rough with Mom’s illness and death, my life actually started when I saw Cobalt and Incubus in that doorway.
My ovaries still tremble at that thought.
Both men are beyond gorgeous, masculine, and hawt as hell, though only Cobalt does it for me.
Yeah, in my head I’ll always refer to him as Cobalt and maybe even sometimes just to get his blood boiling.
I’m guessin’ by the way all of his brothers’ mouths dropped, the Kings of Anarchy members generally don’t share personal information with most. Even the sweet butts looked shocked, which I get.
Not being disrespectful but those women are here for one reason, and that’s it, not sure why any of them would even think the brothers would pull them in close enough to share personal details.
Cobalt is making his way back and when he lies down next to me, immediately I’m drawn to him.
He places me half on him, half tucked into his side.
Damn this man, no matter what he does I seem to always get wet when he’s near.
He sniffs then chuckles, which tells me he can smell me.
If it was anyone else, I’d be embarrassed, but with him nothing seems to make me self-conscious at all.
We lie in each other’s arms until I feel sleep pulling me under. That’s when he drops a bomb on me.
“Darlin’, after I make my call, then speak to my brother first, then vote in chapel, gonna take ya to my house.
You’ll be able to meet the dogs and cats.
Main reason though is I want ya to bring all your shit and move in.
Don’t want ya livin’ in this clubhouse, especially with what I think is coming our way with those damn fuckin’ mobsters.
My gut is telling me to move you and I always follow my gut.
All of my dogs are trained for protection, not to mention one isn’t a dog but a wolf, so feelin’ pretty good that you’ll be covered when I’m not home.
Also want you to feel like you have a home, not a room.
My house is a pretty good size and layout, and the security on it was done by one of the best in the country.
Want ya to be comfortable, Darlin’, and thinking about you there will help you. Any thoughts, Julie?”
Since I’m not sure what I’m more excited about, meeting the fur babies or seeing his home. Shooting his way one of my excited smiles, I squeeze his side.
“Liam, sure, that sounds great. I love to cook and bake, which I’ve tried to do here in the clubhouse, but Sparkle kind of shuts me down.
No, quit it, you bully, that’s her job. I get it.
Don’t go making waves. Though do you mind if I cook for you once I get settled?
Just tell me what you don’t like so I know or if you are allergic to anything.
I know your body is a temple but I cook comfort food, so you’re just going to have to work out more. ”
He lifts his head, staring down at me with a look in his eyes.
“Oh really, Darlin’? You tell me that to eat I gotta work out more. Okay, well consider this me gettin’ ready to burn some calories.”
Before I can say a single word, he’s thrown me on my back and is making his way down my body, his mouth stopping at every erogenous zone he’s discovered since we began our sexual relationship.
By the time his mouth hits my girlie bits I’m literally panting, and when he lifts his head up—with the sparkle in his cobalt eyes—I think all it will take is for him to blow on my clit for me to fly.
Instead, he starts licking and nibbling on my lower lips, driving me insane.
When I go to shift my legs to get some friction, his hands hold them down so I can’t, so I literally growl.
His chuckle sends shivers in places I never thought had nerve endings.
When he slowly pushes one of his massive fingers into my core, my panting turns into softly sounding moans.
His finger moves roughly in and then he pulls it out gently.
My sounds go gritty, hoarse, and desperate so when he puts two fingers in his movement starts to get faster and faster.
When he turns and bends his finger, touching that rough spot, all I can do is scream his name as I fly into nothing but sensation and feelings.
I feel myself soaking his hand and, for once, I’m not embarrassed or don’t have the mind to care.
My screams are starting to lessen but Liam is insistent that I go again, so he’s pushing my body to the limit.
The tingles start and I moan his name when it hits me, not as violently as the first, but no less intense.
“Sweetie, stop, I can’t anymore. You’re going to kill me, though what a way to go. Please, need to breathe.”
In answer to that he crawls up my body, puts his mouth to mine, and breathes in, then lifts his mouth.
He takes in my breath then again covers my mouth, breathing for me.
By the third time I’m so turned on that when he thrusts into me, I’m more than ready.
We are like a mixture of a tornado and hurricane coming together.
Time doesn’t exist as all you hear are moans, groans, and flesh slapping together.
He grabs my hands, putting them above my head, clasping his fingers with mine.
Liam whispers in my ear to hold on tightly.
Not sure why he says that, well until his hips start to piston so fast and hard I feel like I’m losing my mind.
Every part of my core and clit is trembling, which has never happened before, so when he lets go of one of my hands and reaches between us to pinch my clit, the scream that comes from deep down scares me a bit.
I come and come until I feel there is nothing left.
When Liam drops his head to my neck and bites down.
I feel his body let loose and feel him filling me with hot ropes of his cum.
I grab on to him, holding him tightly as he finally lets go totally.
We lie spent, covered in each other’s sweat, both panting and trying to catch our breaths.
I feel like I can’t move, but after a few minutes, Liam leans up with a satisfied grin on his face.
“Ya still breathing, Darlin’?”
Knowing he’s trying to be snarky; I give it back.
“Liam, I’m fine, it’s you I’m worried about. Well, you know with your age and stuff. I would feel horrible if something, maybe your heart, had an episode…umph, stop it, right now. Quit it.”
Watching the absolute joy on his face makes my heart full.
Not sure how it happened but my feelings are growing way too fast for this man.
He gets me, which has never happened before, and wants to not only take care of and look out for me, but has included my brother Jimmy too.
It’s too soon to say that four-letter word, but there is another I’ll give him.
“Liam, stop right now. Need you to get serious for a second. Please.”
Immediately he stops and glances down at me. His eyes are that deep ocean blue while his face is totally relaxed. When he raises that eyebrow of his, I grin.
“I met you as Cobalt and now know you as Liam. Want you to know I really, really like you. You get me, listen to my ideas, and treat me like I’m special. By the way, thank you for that because only my mom ever made me feel special. Well and Jimmy too.”
He drops his forehead to mine and he takes a deep breath. Then he looks me straight in the eyes, giving me everything.
“Darlin’, ditto. Not good with these kinds of words, but gonna try.
With you I feel that I’m seen as myself, not the president of one the chapters of the most badass motorcycle club in the country.
I wish I had the opportunity to have met your mom ’cause I’m thinkin’ we would have agreed that you are so special Julie.
And just sayin’, want ya at my side. I’m not sure how that works, but as I’ve said before as of right now and going forward, you’ll be known as my ol’ lady.
That also makes you the first lady of the Kings of Anarchy Indiana Chapter, the highest level for a woman in our club.
Like I told ya, don’t believe in titles and shit, but a woman being called an ol’ lady is very similar, if not more important, than being someone’s wife.
And I’m not sayin’ that someday we won’t be married ’cause thinkin’ we will ’cause I want kids.
Shit, you want kids, Darlin’? I sure hope so and for that reason want you to share my name.
Now we’re gonna shower and then want you to rest while I take care of business.
That Kindle over there is for you, it’s a brand-new one.
Next to it is a gift card for over a thousand dollars, fill that bitch up with whatever you like to read. Want ya happy, Julie, I truly do.”
Tears are starting to fall down my cheeks as I raise a hand to caress his handsome face.
“Liam, yes, I so want kids. Looks like we are on the same page. And to me commitment is more important than a piece of paper from someone who doesn’t know us. Saying that, I’d definitely marry you, just saying. For now, my hawt, hawt man, carry me to the shower and wash me up; you’ve exhausted me.”
The mysterious snicker is barely a warning before he lifts me effortlessly and throws me over his shoulder.
Then we make our way to the huge shower, where he not only cleans me up but dirties me again before making sure I’m pristine when he helps me into one of his Kings of Anarchy T-shirts and tucks me into bed.
My last thought after his very wet goodbye kiss is, I can’t believe this is my life.
How did I get so lucky? Doesn’t matter because I did, and I’m thanking everything out there. Never been happier.