Chapter 10
TOMCAT
Iwoke up with the soft warmth of her naked body wrapped around me, her curves molding perfectly against my hard lines.
Her legs were tangled with mine, her smooth thigh draped over my hip, and her breath came in steady, gentle puffs against my chest. But it was the tight, slick heat of her pussy gripping me that nearly stole my breath and sent a rush of heat straight to my cock.
She shifted slightly in her sleep, and a low groan rumbled in my chest as her inner muscles tightened reflexively, rippling around me in a sensation so intense it took every ounce of my control not to roll her onto her back and fuck her awake.
Her head lifted from where it had rested against my shoulder, sleep-heavy eyelids blinking slowly open to reveal those bright, stunning green eyes.
Her honey-brown hair was a wild mess around her face, and her cheeks were still flushed from sleep.
Linden was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen, and it was impossible to resist her at that moment.
My hand moved instinctively, threading through the silky strands of her hair before tightening into a possessive fist. She gasped softly, her eyes widening as I guided her head gently down toward mine.
My mouth claimed hers in a deep, passionate kiss, and a soft moan slipped into mine.
Her body arched subtly against me, pressing her full tits into my chest. The hard peaks of her nipples scraped enticingly over my skin with every tentative shift of her body, igniting a fire that quickly raced through every nerve ending.
Her hands gripped my shoulders tightly as she began to move—shy and hesitant at first, almost uncertain as she gently rocked her hips, sliding slowly up and down my cock.
Her wide green eyes stared into mine, filled with a mix of desire and curiosity, as if she were just beginning to discover her own passion and trusted me to guide her through it.
“You want to ride me, little dove?” My voice was full of dark promises and heated need.
She bit her lip softly, her cheeks flushed and nodded shyly.
I felt a slow grin spread across my lips, my chest tightening with anticipation as I wrapped my hands gently around her waist and helped her shift until she straddled me.
A low groan rumbled in my chest as the movement slid her down, taking me even deeper into her slick, tight pussy.
“Go ahead, baby,” I urged softly, my hands squeezing her hips, guiding her subtly to find the right rhythm. “Fuck yourself on my cock.”
Her eyes flared at my command, a sharp inhale catching in her throat as her body began to move. Hesitantly at first, she shifted her hips while adjusting to the unfamiliar position. But as my gaze roamed possessively over her naked curves, my approval obvious, her confidence grew.
With each careful movement, Linden began to find her rhythm, the slow rise and fall gradually becoming more purposeful.
And more sensual. Her breath quickened, and her grip tightened on my shoulders as she gained momentum, finally giving herself fully over to the pleasure she discovered each time her hips rocked down onto my cock.
“Fuck, baby,” I growled, sliding my hands firmly over the lush curve of her hips, guiding her into a quicker pace. “That’s it. Show me how good it feels.”
Her pace picked up, her hips rolling with a natural, sensual grace, her confidence blooming beautifully under my approving stare.
Soon, she was bouncing on my cock with abandon, riding me like a damn prized stallion.
Her hair cascaded down her back, the honeyed strands catching the morning sunlight, and her eyes never left mine as pleasure flickered brightly in their green depths.
“Look at you,” I rasped, unable to tear my eyes away from the perfect sight of her tits bouncing with each movement. My hands slid up from her hips to cup the full, heavy weight, my thumbs stroking firmly over the stiff peaks of her nipples. “So damn gorgeous.”
I bucked my hips upward, matching her rhythm and driving my cock deeper with every downward thrust. Linden gasped sharply, her nails digging into my chest as the sensations overwhelmed her, drawing ragged moans from her parted lips.
My gaze dropped to watch my shaft disappear inside her, coming back out soaked in her sweet cream and the come I’d pumped into her the night before. “You’re dripping all over me. Making a mess.”
She paused, looking a little uncertain, and I shook my head. “I fucking love it.”
I gathered some of that wetness on a finger before sucking the digit clean and groaning at the sweet taste on my tongue.
“Keep going,” I commanded roughly, thrusting harder up into her as she moved. “Ride me, little dove. Take every inch of my cock.”
She cried out, the bedsprings beneath us creaking softly in time with our heated movements. The room filled with our filthy sounds of pleasure. Her eyes fluttered briefly closed, her head thrown back in abandon, and her moans echoed around us.
“Eyes on me, baby,” I demanded, my voice a possessive growl. “I want to see you while you take me deep.”
Her eyes snapped open, locking onto mine with pure desire, the connection between us electrifying. The sight of her—flushed, breathless, and wild with pleasure—was the most erotic thing I’d ever witnessed.
“Good girl,” I praised. “This sweet little body was built to take my cock.”
She blushed so prettily, her freckles standing out even more.
Finally, I couldn't take it. My restraint snapped, and I flipped our positions with one fluid motion, pinning her beneath me against the mattress.
My weight settled firmly between her parted thighs, her softness pressing into me as I drove into her, burying my cock deep and hard.
My mouth captured hers in a fierce, claiming kiss, my tongue sweeping between her lips as I took control. Her gasp melted into a moan, her fingers clutching at my back, digging into the muscles as she surrendered beneath me.
The slow, sensual rhythm we’d built shattered into something primal.
I slammed into her, each thrust deeper and harder than the last, driven by a desperate, possessive need to imprint myself onto every inch of her.
Linden’s body tightened, her inner muscles convulsing around my cock as pleasure overtook her, and her pussy squeezed me so tight I could hardly breathe.
“Oh fuck, baby,” I growled, breaking away from her lips to throw my head back with a blissful groan. “That’s it. So hot and tight. Fuck!”
My hands shot up, my fingers gripping the headboard for support as the edges of my vision darkened. My hips pistoned into her relentlessly.
“Keegan.” Her body sucked me in just a little more, and I felt the tip of my cock bump her cervix.
“Fuck yes.” My voice was thick with lust as I stared down into her wide, pleasure-hazed eyes. “You feel that, little dove? That’s your tight little pussy milking me like it knows who owns it.”
“Oh yes! Yes!” Her cries grew louder, her nails ripping at the sheets on either side of her as she sought something to anchor herself. Her eyes locked on mine, glazed with ecstasy and trust, silently begging for release.
“Come for me,” I demanded roughly, my voice a dark command. “I want to feel you come all over my cock, right fucking now.”
My words pushed her over the edge. Linden screamed my name, her body arching sharply beneath me as she shattered into a thousand pieces. Her inner walls clenched hard, pulling me deeper as she convulsed, and I drove into her harder, chasing my own release.
“Fuck yes, little dove.” I sank deep one last time and buried my face against her neck, my hips jerking uncontrollably. Then the world around me blurred as my release hit, hard and powerful. I came with a primal roar, emptying myself into her and nearly blacking out from the sheer intensity.
Muscles shuddering and chest heaving, I tried to gather my scattered thoughts. She was still shaking beneath me, her arms looping around my neck, clinging tightly as our breathing slowly synchronized.
My forehead rested against hers, eyes closed, savoring the intimacy of the moment and the quiet stillness that settled around us. I had never felt so complete.
When I finally had the strength to move, I rolled over to my back, taking her with me.
She groaned so softly I almost didn’t hear it.
Shit, I was such a bastard.
“Fuck, little dove. I’m sorry. Took you harder than I should have last night when I popped your cherry. Now this morning, dammit. You’re gonna be sore for days.”
Linden’s head popped up, and she eyed me suspiciously, although humor glinted in the green depths. “You sound more proud than regretful, Keegan.”
My lips curved a little. “Maybe.”
She laughed and stretched up to kiss me. “It was perfect. Last night and this morning.”
“Still, I need to get you in a bath to help ease the ache.”
I climbed out of bed and scooped her into my arms before walking into the bathroom. After setting her on the counter, I turned on the faucet in the tub and let the water run until it was hot. Then I plugged the drain and cared for my girl while the basin filled.
I took a cloth from one of the drawers and ran it under warm water. Gently, I parted her legs and grimaced at how red and swollen her center was. Carefully, I used the warm fabric to soothe and clean up the sticky area.
When the bath was full, I picked her up again and set her down in the steaming tub. I took a step back, and she frowned, catching my hand. “You’re not getting in?”
My eyes devoured her wet, naked body, and I shook my head. “Not a good idea.”
“Why not?” she pouted, making me smile because she somehow looked adorable and sexy at the same time.
“I don’t have enough self-control not to fuck you again, and you’re already gonna be sore as hell.”
“Please?”
“Son of a bitch,” I muttered.
Badass, motherfucking enforcer, brought down by the word please from a pair of sweet, erotic lips. I prodded her shoulder, urging her to lean forward, then stepped in and slid down behind her.
She settled against my chest, and to my surprise, I felt contentment and peace. I found myself enjoying the feel of her against me because it was soothing, rather than lust crashing over me. The desire was obviously still there, but it was overruled by the pleasure of simply holding my woman.
Steam drifted from the hot bathwater and mingled with the air around us as Linden leaned back against me.
Her head rested comfortably in the hollow of my shoulder, her body soft and relaxed in my arms. I stroked slow, idle patterns along her arm, trailing my fingers across the smooth, damp skin as the tension eased from us both.
“What made you join the MC?” Linden asked softly, breaking the comfortable silence. She tilted her face upward, her gaze curious.
I considered the question for a moment, deciding how much to share.
My relationship with my parents was complicated.
My father, the highly decorated rear admiral, was old-school military, where discipline mattered far more than affection, and emotions were seen as liabilities.
I knew he loved me in his own way even though he never expressed it openly.
Any approval came wrapped in layers of protocol and stoicism.
My mother, on the other hand, was brilliant but detached, approaching parenting more like mentorship.
She was proud of my accomplishments but only ever acknowledged them academically.
Instead of warmth or praise, she sent journal articles and offered comments on my test flights as if they were peer reviews on a research paper.
Her remarks were never negative—I knew they meant she approved—but they still felt distant and clinical, as though they belonged in the margins of an assignment rather than from mother to son.
All of this emotional baggage wasn’t something I felt ready to unpack, not even with Linden.
“Family,” I finally murmured. “Not the kind you're born with—the kind you find.
Spent most of my life with the Navy, living on bases all over the world.
First as a kid since my dad was Navy too, a submariner, though, not a pilot.
When I wasn't flying, I was riding motorcycles. Learned how to handle a bike from a soldier in the Philippines when my dad was stationed there. Motorcycles gave me a different kind of freedom than flying but just as necessary.”
She tipped her head back and studied me quietly, her eyes thoughtful. “So you grew up military like me.”
I nodded, shifting her slightly in my arms as the water rippled gently around us.
“Yeah. Dad was stationed at the Naval Submarine Base Kings Bay, over in St. Marys, when he retired. They’re still down there.
Dad consults as a civilian contractor on base, and Mom teaches at UNF in Jacksonville.
My older sister, Sylvia, went full academia like our mom.
Gifted mathematician. We respect each other, but we aren’t close.
When my buddy Fallon left the Navy and joined the Hounds, Kevlar—who we’d become friends with when each of us served with him at one time or another—convinced him to drag me along.
After growing up military, I guess I was drawn to the MC because it was a family I chose, not one I was born into. ”
Linden nodded slowly, absorbing my words before sharing her own story.
“I can relate to that.” Her voice carried a note of sadness.
“My dad was Navy too, and my mom worked as a civilian contractor. We moved constantly. I don’t think we stayed in one place longer than two years until he retired in West Virginia. ”
“Did you adapt well?” I asked gently, trailing my fingers lightly along her side.
She tilted her head thoughtfully. “I got good at fitting in quickly. I was always shy, but you learn fast when you’re always the new girl.”
“What brought you to Georgia?” I inquired quietly.
Her voice caught slightly, her body tensing subtly against mine. “After my brother died, things fell apart. My dad took a job overseas, and my mom checked out. I stayed behind.”
The pain in her voice made my chest ache. I tightened my arms around her, offering silent comfort. “I’m sorry, little dove. I knew of Carson. Didn’t know him personally, but we all heard about the crash.”
She glanced up at me, eyes searching. “I just wanted to feel close to him again. When Aegis offered me the transfer, it seemed like a way to stay connected. I took it, even though I didn’t know a soul here.”
“Glad you did,” I murmured, pressing a soft kiss to her temple. “Because now you have me.”
Linden smiled faintly, her body finally relaxing again as she melted back into my embrace. “I’m glad too.”
We fell quiet again, soaking up the quiet intimacy, lost in our own thoughts as the water slowly cooled around us.