CHAPTER 18 #2
“I’m never letting you go,” the words are almost lost against her lips, but the way her fingernails dig a little deeper into my shoulders tells me that she heard me.
And she likes it.
“And you said I was the jealous one,” her soft chuckle is breathless, her words panted.
I slam into her again before reaching between us and finding her clit with my thumb. I rub it in gentle circles, teasing her and pushing her closer to the edge with every touch.
Her thighs tighten around my waist, and I know just how close she is. I look down into her blue eyes and find them filled with desire and something else, something far too big to put into words right now.
Maybe she feels the same way about me as I feel about her. Maybe she loves me.
“I’m very fucking jealous,” my words sound like gravel.
I don’t stop. Every thrust is brutal.
My balls draw up and my spine starts to tingle. The only thing I can do is grit my teeth to try to hold off from coming. I need her to come first.
Always her first.
“Titus,” she moans, her body almost levitating off the bed as my grip on her tightens.
Then she fucking breaks underneath me and it’s the most beautiful sight. Her eyes roll back in her head, and her skin is flushed pink. Sweat glistens along her collarbones and the breathy sounds falling from her lips only make me want to possess her more.
“Love watching you fall apart for me,” I grit out through my teeth.
Her walls squeeze my length, and I can’t hold back any longer. I pull out and slam back deep inside of her a few more times before pushing in as deeply as I can.
The first jet of my cum filling the condom has my vision swirling dangerously. But Ezra is right there. Grounding me, pulling me back.
I think the only thing keeping me tethered is the bite of pain where her nails are digging into my skin.
My breathing is choppy as the last of my release washes over me and the last spurt of cum is captured by the condom. I swallow down the words I want to say, about loving her, about breeding her.
Instead, I kiss her lips. This time the kiss is soft with a sweetness which could turn depraved at any moment. Easily.
Our kisses turn lazy, like we have all the time in the world to enjoy the feeling. Maybe we do.
I’ll do anything in my power to ensure that my woman stays right where she belongs—in our house, in our bed, on the club’s land. Anything less is unacceptable.
My gut is telling me she doesn’t quite believe in us yet. It’s okay, for once in my life I can be patient. At least, I’m going to try really hard to be patient.
“Ezra,” I whisper against her lips, and her arms tighten just a little bit, like she’s unsure if she’s going to pull me closer or push me away.
When I roll us, she lets out a little laugh and then pats my chest. “You like manhandling me, huh, Prez?” As she asks, her blue eyes sparkle and she captures just a little bit more of my heart.
My hand slides down her spine, and her soft skin feels like a balm to everything unknown at the moment. As much as my mind wants to race through all the unanswered questions and how the hell I’m going to protect her when Bobby is still in the wind, I force myself to stay in the moment.
Here.
With her.
Because she deserves to have all of my focus, not my wandering, scattered thoughts. “Did you have fun tonight?” My words jostle her slightly and she giggles.
Ezra props her chin on my chest and looks up at me. Even though not a lot of light is streaming through the window, her eyes catch every bit of it and glow.
“I had a great time,” she assures me with a big smile on her face. “I was a little worried,” she begins and bites her lower lip.
I wait.
She’s not done, but she’s choosing her words carefully. I love that about her.
“But no one said anything negative about me being who I am.” When I arch an eyebrow, she pinches my pec and I let out a hiss while batting her hand away gently. “I’m not counting Lola. She’s a pest and a troublemaker.”
When she narrows her eyes at me, warning bells go off in my head. Danger. Proceed with caution.
“You know she’s a bad apple, right?” When I nod, she pushes a little more, “Then why keep her around?”
“People have their own agenda with things. I’m not sure what games she’s playing beyond wanting a patch, but I can’t kick her out just because I find her annoying or because there’s a personality clash.
That’s not how family works and right now she’s family,” I explain it to her as honestly and simply as I can.
Ezra rolls her eyes, but huffs out, “Fine. I guess I can see your logic,” from her tone, it’s obvious that her words cost her a little something.
“You good with staying here tonight or do you want to go back home?” I ask the question, my fingers playing with the ends of her hair.
She goes boneless while draped over my body and buries her face in my chest. Her words are muffled, “I’m not moving from this spot or getting dressed again,” there’s a challenge in her words, like she expects me to put up a fight.
My hand slides down her body and squeezes her ass. “Fine by me, Teach. I’d be devastated if I had to watch you get dressed when I just got you naked.”
Her laughter fills the room, and I think it’s the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard. My heart feels full in a way the club alone could never have given me.
Now if only Bobby would pop up so we could find out how big the threat actually is. If we find out something else about the dog fighting, great, but it sure as fuck isn’t my primary concern.
Ezra is my primary concern. Always.