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Banks

There was a God and I was his favorite son.

“Holy shit, woman,” I gasped, as her legs shook.

I carefully withdrew from her, took a step back and observed as her legs gently descended to the floor, witnessing my cum slowly trickle down her thighs.

“Shit, Laurel.”

“It’s okay. I’m on the pill.”

“Thank heavens,” I muttered under my breath, hoisting her up and escorting her to a table just a short distance away from where we had been.

I was nowhere near done with her and I didn’t want the possibility of more kids before I could seal the deal with her. Because, regardless of what she thought I did or didn’t do, I was never walking away from her again. I’d been dreaming of this day, since I left her that night, and now that I finally had her all to myself, I planned to take full advantage of all the time I’d missed.

“Because I’m nowhere near done with you.”

“We need to talk.”

“Put it on a postcard.”

“I’m serious, Nikoli.”

“Banks. My name is Banks now.”

“Whatever.” She rolled her eyes. “We still need to talk.”

“No, I need to sink my dick back into your hot cunt.”

“You just came. You can’t be hard again so soon.”

“Wanna bet?” I grinned, looking down at my rock-hard cock dripping with her juices.

“Holy shit,” she gasped.

Stroking my hardened cock, I remarked, “I hope that table is sturdy, baby, because I’m about to fuck you on it.”

She nodded. “It is.”

Shuffling toward her, I swiftly flipped her around and leaned over, my breath brushing against her ear as I caressed her enticing backside. “Now, I’m going to fuck you for my pleasure.”

I playfully nipped at the shell of her ear, my tongue tracing a brief path along its edge, causing her to audibly gulp. “Okay.”

With a smile on my face, I leaned in and softly kissed the back of her neck, relishing the sensation of her hair against my lips while she squirmed and made delightful noises.

“Nikoli,” Laurel stuttered, her hips bucked against me, adding a frantic energy to the moment. Her neck and ears were very sensitive, which boded well for me, because I planned on marking her with my love bites for all to see.

I couldn’t resist. I savored the delicate feel of her ear under my tongue and eagerly pressed my lips against its warmth. She let out a small whimper and pressed her hips firmly against mine, wriggling in my embrace. Teasingly, I nipped at her ear while squeezing her voluptuous breasts, reveling in their ample size and weight. They fit perfectly in my grip, and I loved the way her perky nipples stood out proudly against her soft skin.

Laurel moaned in response and gasped loudly while I pinched her nipples.

Releasing her ear, I trailed my hands down her body, feeling the heat radiating from her skin and the rapid rise and fall of her breath.

I wanted to commit every detail of her to memory as I savored the sight of her body writhing against me.

Now it was my turn to buck my hips.

As I pressed my cock against her soft skin, a rush of heat blazed through my body. She shifted her position, causing a surge of desire to course through me and my cock to pulse painfully. I growled deeply and rewarded Laurel with a firm spank.

“Still my little cock-tease, I see,” I muttered as Laurel purred in response.

With a gentle bite on her shoulder, I skillfully pinched and flicked her nipples, causing her to moan once more. Giving her breasts a firm squeeze, I leaned in and whispered in her ear, “Babe, I’ll fill you in on everything later. But right now, listen to me. I never wanted to leave you. You were mine then and you are mine now. Now and forever. Say it.”

“Yes. I’m yours. Forever.”

“Damn right you are,” I growled as I lined up my cock and slammed home.

Fuck me. Sinking into her hot heat was never going to get old.

I leaned my head against her shoulders, savoring the sensation of her warmth seeping into me, creating a cocoon of hot, silky comfort. My hands glided down her waist, finding purchase on her hips as I began to move inside her, the sensation electrifying.

Her body quivered under my slow, deliberate caresses, causing her head to tilt back in surrender. The way her body moved against mine was a symphony of pleasure, her gasps and cries filling the air as our desire intensified.

“Fuck yes. That’s it. Fuck me harder!” she cried.

Leaning back, I pulled Laurel down on me, using my hands to move her up as I watched her pink pussy glide up and down on my dick. The arousing sound of our mixed fluids heightened the sensation of her cream covering my thighs, sloshing together, bringing me dangerously close to climax.

My hands slid up to caress her breasts; she responded with equal fervor, grinding her hips against mine. She whimpered loudly at the onslaught of stimulation when another orgasm raced forward.

Her walls clenched around me, creating an intense sensation.

I knew it wouldn’t be much longer.

“Jesus. Fuck. You’re so tight, fuck…” I gasped as she screamed out, her pussy gripping my dick so hard I could barely move. Gripping her hips tightly, I thrust vigorously into her while she savored the waves of pleasure. I gritted my teeth, feeling the intensity build as I pumped a few more deep thrusts before finally climaxing inside her.

Bucking my hips into her slower and slower, I eventually came to rest buried deep inside her. With a contented sigh, Laurel took in deep, heavy breaths, her hands tightly clutching onto the table. Carefully, I moved my hands over hers, gently releasing her fingers and lowering us down onto the level surface.

She wiggled her bottom against me, my cock still buried deep.

I kissed the back of her neck and whispered, “Now tell me about my son.”

And that was all it took for my orgasmic bliss to evaporate as she went frigid cold.

Pushing me off her, she stood and glared at me. “You stupid motherfucking hillbilly, redneck!”

Yep. There was that Southern temper I remembered.

Sighing, I pulled up my pants while she continued to rip my ass a new one. You see, I’d learned a lot living in the South. Like where to find the best fishing holes, when deer season started, and when to shut the fuck up when a Southern woman went on a tirade.

And this was the perfect time to shut the fuck up.

Seeing a chair in the corner, I walked over and dragged it next to the table and sat my ass down for the ass-chewing I knew was coming and she believed I deserved.

“You fucking left me. No note. Nothing! I didn’t know what to do. I still don’t. All I know is you got off scott-fucking-free for sixteen motherfucking years, while I had to raise your pain-in-the-ass son. And believe me, Nikoli, he’s a fucking pain in the ass. He’s you! If I didn’t love him, I would have drowned him a long time ago!”

Sitting there, I leaned my head in my hand and waited for my turn to speak, because I knew she was gearing up for a full-on meltdown.

“And another thing!” she began again after taking a deep breath. “Where the fuck have you been? All I know is that you dropped me off at my house sixteen years ago, promising to see me the next day. But guess what? You didn’t! You were fucking gone! I had no idea where you went. I thought you were in an accident or worse, kidnapped! But you want to know what really sucked? Eight weeks later, when I found out you put a fucking baby in my belly! Do you know the fucking drama I had to deal with at school? You made me a fucking statistic.”

Taking another deep breath, she continued, “If that wasn’t bad enough, you left me holding the fucking bag with mother! Oh my God, do you know the shitstorm you created? I’ve had to deal with her nosey and domineering ways and don’t even get me started on the guilt trip she put me through for making her a grandmother. She still hasn’t forgiven me for that. She lords that fact over my head every chance she gets and guilts me into doing her fucking bidding and it’s all your fault!”

Sighing, I got up, walked right up to her, grabbed her head and planted one exceedingly long, panty dropping kiss on her luscious lips. By the time I was done, Laurel was putty in my hands. Resting my head against hers I whispered, “I’m sorry, baby.”

She scoffed.

Pulling her close, I yanked her down into my lap, wrapping my arms around her while I sincerely apologized again, “I’m sorry.”

She huffed, crossing her arms over her chest.

“I mean it, Laurel. I didn’t want to leave you. I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you. You were my girl. My first love. Leaving you was the hardest thing I ever had to do, and if I could have taken you with me, I would have.”

She sniffed. “Well, as apologies go, that one wasn’t half bad. Where did you go?”

“It’s a long story and I will tell you everything, but the short version is I was in WITSEC.”

“The witness protection program?”

I nodded. “Yes. I’ve had many names over the years, but only you ever knew me as Nikoli. I didn’t lie about that.”

“That’s why everyone thinks your name is Henry Owens.”

“Yes. That is my legal name at the moment, but I go by Banks. That’s my club name.”

“Are you still in the program?”

Taking a deep breath, I sighed. “Yes and no. Yes, the FEDs know where I’m at, but no they haven’t interfered because of King.”

“Bailey’s husband?”

“Yes. He’s my handler. He’s a former Marine Captain, and when I joined the Sons of Hell, he had a brother investigate me, which set off a lot of alarm bells. Well, when the FEDs showed up, they wanted to take me back into protective custody but couldn’t because I refused. So, they talked King and Scribe into keeping an eye on me. I’ve been here in Rosewood for over ten years now.”

“Are you in trouble? Is that why you are in the program?”

“No, babe. It’s nothing I did. It’s who my family is.”

“Who is your family?”

Sighing, I held her tighter and told her my greatest secret. “I am the son of a Russian Bratva member. I promise to tell you everything. Every detail, but right now, I’d really like to hear about Nash and Kai.”