Chapter 9 #3
“Yes,” she moans as she kisses and licks my neck. She’s coming out of her shell and becoming the enchantress I knew she was all along, and I love it.
I slowly lower her feet to the floor before adjusting my hard-as-fuck cock, then I turn her around for her to check out her new boutique.
“The guys have been working hard to get it ready for you. The shop was already partially set up, but the owner’s funding fell through, so I thought it would be a perfect place to show off your designs. ”
“Come in here,” she orders the others from the front doorway, but they all stay in position, knowing I’m the one to call “break”.
I relieve them, and they all file in. Each of them put their own touches on the shop.
“Law, Spider, and Spike all helped out, too, but we thought it would give it away if all the guys showed up.”
“I love it so much.” Evie is bouncing around the room, and I have this overwhelming need to adjust myself again while watching her plump boobs and succulent ass jiggle under her clothes. I’m going to destroy her as soon as we get back to the compound.
Mal says, “I installed the most current software for inventory, stock control, and financials for you. These are the latest points of sale. I know that Law has contracts set up with several designers who want to share the space with you.”
“Judge and I hired a staff of seamstresses to help with building up your stock of designs, too,” Hooks offers, and I watch as Evie pauses, overcome by everything.
“We figured if you had a space of your own, you wouldn’t want to leave.
After meeting you in September, Prez became a dickhead before bringing you here.
We didn’t want that guy to come back.” Hammer wraps an arm around her shoulders to calm her down.
“Look, the big guy is about to come unglued because I’m touching you. ”
“Thank you.” She looks up at Hammer, then over to me. “I didn’t want to leave. I told you I don’t see myself in New York; I just want a salon where I can share my designs along with other small designers.”
“Then this is perfect for you,” Loco says and holds a fist out to her. She bumps fists, then slowly walks back to me. Her hips sway perfectly on those heeled boots.
“Okay, we are out of here.” I take her hand. “Lock up, Hammer.” I toss him the keys.
“I didn’t tell her what I did,” Chump says testily, but I ignore him, and Evie tries to stop me, but I’m not letting that prospect interrupt what I have planned for my girl.
“She’ll see it tomorrow.”
I lead Evie out to my motorcycle, and when I have her on, we shoot off down the road.
Others follow behind, and I’m glad I didn’t have to tell them otherwise.
Rusty and Loco come along as added security.
They take their job of protecting my ol’ lady seriously, and Rusty will be patched in before he knows it.
Loco has been a nomad but has asked to patch into our club, and I’m seriously considering letting him in now.
I wondered if he’d work out, but this right here is proof he’s willing to work hard for us.
When we pull through the gates, I head for the garage and park my ride.
Once Evie is off and has handed me the helmet, I throw her over my shoulder, and we enter through the side door by Lach’s office, then upstairs.
Kicking the door to our suite closed, I slide her down my body, and just like always, she tips her head back for a kiss, but I want so much more than that from her right now.
“I’ll kiss you in a bit, sweet cheeks. You have thirty seconds to strip bare before I rip your clothes from your body. When I come back, you better be naked with your ass in the air on the side of the bed.”
Walking through to the closet, I grab the box I got a couple of days ago and adjust myself, ready to claim my woman completely.
As soon as I step back into the bedroom, I stop dead in my tracks.
As ordered, my woman is on her knees on the side of the bed, bent at the waist with her sexy cheeks on display.
Her clothes are strewn across the floor, and I stand there for only a moment, staring at how gorgeous she is, and she’s all mine. My long legs take me to the edge of the bed, and my finger glides from her perfect rosebud down to her weeping pussy.
Scooping up some of her essence, I lick it off and moan, “Is this all for me?”
“Yes,” she groans as I thrust a finger deep inside her and pump it several times. Her back arches, but she doesn’t move from the position.
I set the box next to her on the bed before slipping off my cut and throwing it beside the box.
Finally, my shirt gets ripped over my head and tossed across the room.
On my knees, I worship her pussy, gliding my tongue through her folds and thrusting it inside her to collect her juices from the source.
“Please, Lucian. Please take me,” she begs, but I don’t give in.
When her core tightens on my finger, ready to explode, I pull back and wipe my beard and face off with my hand. Standing, I drop my cargo pants and step out of my boots. My cock drips cum from the tip, eager to claim her.
“Sit up, but don’t turn around, Evie,” I order, my voice strained and gravelly with need for her.
She sits on the edge of the bed, her back still to me.
Gripping the box, I open it up and pull out the butter-soft leather.
Sliding her arm through one side, I take her other and help her get it on.
She looks down, and I hear the gasp, but all I see is my name on her back.
“You’re mine now.” I push her back down by the nape of her neck, and when she’s in position, I line up my cock and slam into her.
Evie cries out, then moans as I set a hard, fast pace. I’m relentless, needing to make her totally mine with my baby in her belly. She comes screaming my name, but I don’t stop. Focusing on that property patch spurs me on for another orgasm. Her hands claw at the bedding as I ride her harder.
“Give me another, baby.” I smack her ass when she tries to push away.
“I can’t, Lucian. It’s too much.”
“No, it’s not.” Taking her up again, her body starts clenching and is primed and ready for me. I drag my thumb through her cum before circling her rosette.
“Oh my god, Lucian. Oh my god,” she prays, and I press my thumb into her still-virgin ass. She explodes, and I pump through her tightness until my balls climb up and my cock head penetrates her cervix, causing me to explode, unloading all my jizz deep inside her.
“You’ll be pregnant soon, my love.”
We stay connected as I fall over her body and press her farther into the bed.
When I’m finally able to move, I slide from her pussy and walk to the bathroom, grab a washcloth, and clean myself up.
In the bedroom, Evie remains in the same position, and I gently clean her, too, before sliding her up the bed and under the covers.
I stand there staring at Evie as she sleeps, coming down from the lovemaking high. I have one last thing to do, and before I get dressed and walk out to my office, I do it. My heart settles in my chest. She loves me. She’s mine fully and completely. Soon she’ll carry my baby and my name.
An hour later, I’m working on some business financials when I feel eyes on me. Evie stands in the doorway to my office. She’s in a pair of lounge pants, my shirt from earlier, and her cut. The sight is the best thing I’ve ever seen in my life.
Evie holds up her left hand and wiggles her fingers. “Care to explain? You didn’t ask. I know you fucked me into unconsciousness, but still, I’d remember that conversation.”
Getting up from the desk, I walk around it and over to her, tugging her through the doorway, then closing and locking the doors with the above-the-door jamb bars so we won’t be interrupted.
“First, baby, I love hearing you cuss. Second, I’m not going to ask. I’m in charge, remember? Third, I’m fucking you in my office right now.”
I drag her over to the sofa while she protests. “But, Lucian, aren’t you going to ask me?”
“No. Do you love me?”
“Yes.”
“Could you be carrying my baby now?”
“Well, maybe.” She bites her lip as I lift her onto my lap when I settle us on the couch.
“Are you wearing my property patch?”
“Yes.” She blushes as she looks down. I lift her chin, taking her lips in a passionate kiss.
“I don’t have to ask if you’ve already agreed to all those other things. It’s a given that you’ll marry me now.” She huffs but then gives in to me as she stares at the ring. “It was my grandmother’s.”
“Okay,” she replies, and I shake my head at her.
“Babe, it wasn’t a question.” I proceed to make love to her right there on my sofa before we go across the street for dinner.