Page 7 of Bandit’s Bounty (Iron Howlers MC #3)
Chapter Six
Bandit
H er eyes light up at my impromptu suggestion and I suddenly find her tucked in my arms, the thong she’s wearing underneath her sundress pulled to the side as she reaches down to undo the buttons on my jeans.
“I got it, Sloane,” I murmur. “You just hang onto me, and I’ll do the hard stuff.”
“Seems to me you’ve got the hard stuff right,” she teases, impishly grinning at me.
Before her, before my mate, sex was a perfunctory function, something to get a release then move on. While most of my connections were with the club girls, I occasionally found a woman in town to scratch that itch. But despite my prior experience and encounters, I’ve never had fun the way I do when I’m with my mate. We tease and talk whenever we’re making love, and I fucking love the fact that my mate feels so at ease with me that she can make suggestive jokes during the heat of the moment.
While she still has a lot of insecurities thanks to what that fuckwad did to her, I’m slowly showing her that his loss was our gain. I say our because she’s never going to doubt my loyalty or faithfulness to her, it’s not in my wolf’s nature or really, any fated mate’s nature to stray to another. Seeing her playfulness, especially given the fact that anyone could come along and spot us loosens something else inside of me.
“So, since I’m taking the brunt of the bark situation, I'm gonna need you to ride me hard, sweetheart,” I tell her once my hard cock is in my hand.
“I’m game,” she replies as she slowly, so fucking slowly I may just explode before she makes one downward pass, lowers herself onto me, her arms looped around my shoulders as her hands clutch the back of my neck.
“God, you’re so fucking tight,” I groan out as her hot, wet, pussy engulfs me.
As she finally seats herself fully on me, I grip her hips then despite telling her she was going to have to do all the work, I begin lifting her up and down, powering into her while adding a slight swivel when she bottoms out.
“Bandit,” she moans, her grip tightening in my hair, adding a tiny sting of satisfying, sensual pain, “I feel so full right now in this position.”
I smirk at her, my sweet mate and whisper, “Gonna fill you up with my cum too.” After saying that, I feel her pussy start clutching at my dick and realize this is going a lot quicker than I thought it would. Reaching between us, I circle her clit with the pad of my thumb then press down, causing a low, keening whimper to erupt from her plump, ravished swollen lips.
“I’m coming, Bandit,” she screams as her pussy clamps down on my dick, causing it to erupt and me to bellow out my own release as I fill her to overflowing.
Once our breathing returns to normal despite the fact she’s still in my arms, she starts to giggle hysterically. “Um, you okay, Sloane?” I ask somewhat cautiously. I mean, I’m still buried inside her for fuck’s sake, so her giggles have me feeling some kind of way.
“We have nothing to clean up the mess I’m fixing to make,” she manages to stammer through her laughter. “I mean, I’m in a thong that’s pretty much shredded at this point and I’m wearing a sundress, so as soon as you help me down, you’re going to be leaking down my thighs.”
Yeah, no. Nobody gets to see or smell the combined evidence of my mate’s and my pleasure. “I have an idea,” I reply, lifting her off and setting her on her feet.
“What?” she asks. “Everyone’s gonna know.”
Ah, there’s my shy mate, who doesn’t fully grasp that shifters can scent another’s arousal without any outward signs visible, so any time she’s wanted me while walking through the clubhouse, anyone around knows. Still, I like this timid side of her, so I don’t share that tidbit, although I suspect at some point, Harmony will do so.
“We’re gonna take a dip in the pond,” I reply.
“Race you,” she giggles as she takes off for the pond, her feet lightning fast.
I stop in my tracks and double over when I see her jump in, clothing and all.
My woman is sporadic and excitable when something entrances her. She doesn’t always stop and think about the ramifications of her actions; she jumps into things headfirst.
Once my amusement dies down, I remove my clothes and wade into the water where she’s lounged backward, floating. As the moonlight shines down on her, I can’t help but think about what a lucky motherfucker I am that Fate herself gifted Sloane to me as my mate. When I make it to her side, I graze my finger down the side of her cheek, taking in her breathtaking beauty.
“You’re the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen,” I state as her eyes shift in my direction. A graceful smile crosses her face in response.
“You’re not so bad yourself,” she cheekily replies.
We play and splash one another, my laughter ringing out to join her soft giggles as we end up making out in the middle of the water, until I notice her start to shiver as the breeze crests the surface of the water. As I lead us out of the water, she glances down and starts giggling again.
“Do you really think no one's gonna realize what we were doing?” she asks, her dress now plastered to her drenched body.
“Sloane, I kinda thought you’d take the dress off before diving into the pond,” I reply, smirking at her. “I mean, I stripped down, so my clothes are relatively dry.”
“I honestly didn’t think about it,” she murmurs. “Oh, well, it is what it is at this point. No sense in crying over spilled milk or in my case, a pond and a sundress.”
Once again, I find myself laughing as I pull on my clothes over my wet body. While my jeans are sticking to my legs and my shirt clings to my chest and back, my clothes are not soaked through like Sloane’s.
“C’mon, mate, let’s go face the music we’re undoubtedly gonna hear so I can get you warmed up,” I tell her, clasping her hand in mine.
That’s another thing I’ve noticed having a mate; I want to touch her whenever she’s near. Whether it’s holding her hand, wrapping her in my arms, or just sitting close enough for us to touch, if she’s in the vicinity, I have to be able to have my hands on her in some way or fashion.
“Well, that wasn’t too bad,” she muses as we step into the heated shower.
“It could’ve been worse,” I agree as I position her under the warm water so I can shampoo her hair. Taking care of her in such a basic way is another way for me to show her how much she means to me.
She moans as my hands work through her tresses and massage her scalp with the shampoo, bringing it to a full lather before I carefully rinse it out, making sure I don’t allow any of the soap suds to get into her eyes. “If you keep that up, we’re gonna be getting dirty again before we get clean,” I warn her.
“Like that would be such a bad thing, Bandit?” she asks, her eyes wide so she looks innocent.
“No, it really wouldn’t,” I declare. “How about you lean against the tile and let me take care of that needy pussy?”
“It’s as though you read my mind,” she replies, grinning at me. Before I can blink, she spins around, leans over with her ass sticking out and with a glance over her shoulder, antagonizing me she asks, “Whatcha waiting for, big boy?”
Over and over throughout the night, I either reach for Sloane or she grabs for me. By the time daylight is peeking through the blinds, she’s completely worn out, her soft snores soothing my wolf who is prancing inside me, proud at how well we loved our mate. I know her pussy has to be sore because my dick feels raw but still, it’s a night where a lot of memories were made.
I’ll heal quickly and I’ve already noticed that while Sloane hasn’t shifted yet, she’s quick to recover as well thanks to the healing properties injected into her DNA through my saliva, which is a good thing, since I anticipate many nights of the same kind of voracious loving. As I join my mate in much-needed slumber, I briefly consider sending Dane a thank-you card.
Because if the fucker hadn’t scorned her, I might have met her too late to claim her as mine. And that’s something to be thankful about in my book. I also wonder if possibly we added to our family of two tonight, but I know if it happened, it’ll be something I’ll be able to tell before she’s aware. My smile as I drift into dreamland is one of complete and utter satisfaction.