Page 23 of Blackbeard (Blackjacks MC #2)

Chapter fifteen

Blackbeard

“I told you they would love me,” Leigh said, trailing after me up my sidewalk. Her black heels were hooked over her fingertips, and her feet were bare.

Unlocking the door, I pushed it open and flicked on the lights. Then I turned and scooped Leigh into my arms, carrying her bridal style.

She squealed, grinning triumphant.

“Are you finally going to carry me over the threshold into our home like a good husband? You skipped that part after our wedding.”

“There are a few other things I plan to do tonight that a good husband should do,” I replied. “Starting with that pink vibrator.”

Leigh’s eyes brightened and she looped her arms around my neck.

“Don’t let me stand in your way then.”

My family could be overwhelming at the best of times, or downright suffocating for someone like Leigh who wasn’t used to that dynamic. But she seemed perfectly settled amid the chaos, fitting in with my brothers and sisters, my parents, my abuela.

After my breakup with Courtney, I never dated anyone seriously again. My mother tried to change my mind. Abuela prodded me with questions about finding a wife to keep me company, instead of the temporary flings I indulged myself with.

But I didn’t get serious about another woman ever again.

Until Leigh came along.

Spreading her out on the mattress beneath me, I felt a yearning deep in my chest that I thought had died long ago. This…ache…that was gradually being filled by Leigh’s presence as my wife.

I didn’t tell her about the meeting with her father, didn’t tell her about running guns for him. This whole deal left a sour taste in my mouth, even though I couldn’t find a reason why.

Knowing Leigh, she would try to tag along, and that scared the shit out of me. And if Popeye hadn't told her about it, I certainly wouldn't either.

The only comfort I found was in keeping Leigh out of the picture.

Especially after tonight. She was becoming a true part of my family. And that meant I wouldn’t let her anywhere near club business.

Leigh untied the straps of her dress and shimmied out of the fabric, leaving her bare and beautiful on my bed. Plush thighs, rounded hips, and plump tits…she looked so fucking perfect.

And she was all mine.

Pulling back, I tugged my shirt off over my head and tossed it aside. Moving to my bureau, I retrieved my handcuffs, tapping them against my palm. Her green eyes locked onto my hands, watching every movement.

I circled around to her side of the bed again, skimming my fingertips up her body, starting at her ankle.

Over her thigh, across her hip, between her breasts.

I stroked my thumb over the angry pink scar at her side.

It shouldn’t be causing her too much trouble by now, but it was probably still tender.

“Tell me if it hurts, all right?”

She nodded.

“Hands above your head, princess,” I said.

Leigh obeyed, stretching up to grip the headboard, and the position pushed her tits together, making it impossible to resist them.

I dipped my head down, sucking on one nipple until it formed a stiff peak. Leigh gasped and hooked her leg around my hips, grinding her soaked pussy against the bulge of my painfully hard cock.

“Poor baby,” I murmured, glancing up at her with a teasing lick to her nipple. “I bet you couldn’t think about anything else all night after I left you on that balcony, dripping and empty.”

“Then you’d be fucking right,” Leigh said through her teeth. “Don’t you think you’ve made me wait long enough?”

I chuckled and locked the cuffs around her wrists, keeping her attached to the headboard.

“Too tight?” I asked.

Leigh shook her head, wiggling her fingers to show that her blood circulation wasn’t hindered. I trailed my hand down to cup her throat, tracing my thumb along that ribbon choker adorning the column of her neck.

“Open your legs for me, sweetheart,” I whispered.

Leigh parted her thighs, exposing that gorgeous pink pussy. While I stood over her, drinking in the sight of my naked wife, I turned on the vibrator, tracing it lightly over her clit.

Her body strained at the contact. She planted her heels into the mattress, pushing her hips up toward the vibrator.

I pulled away and pinched her nipple in retaliation. Leigh swore, squirming to escape the relentless sting.

Settling on the edge of the bed, I guided Leigh’s legs over my lap.

Then I wedged her thighs open with my forearm.

She was so fucking wet that a pearl of cream seeped from her pussy, dripping onto my jeans.

I could sink my cock into her right now, and she would easily take every inch with a sinful glide.

I teased at her pussy with two fingers, then sank deep, up to my knuckles. Adjusting my grip on the vibrator for a firm hold, I pressed it to her clit. Her walls squeezed and fluttered as I fingered her through the rumbling vibrations.

The prettiest flush of red spread across her chest, up her neck, coloring her cheeks. Leigh writhed, making the onslaught of pleasure worse. Her arousal coated my fingers, and her salty-sweet scent made my mouth water.

“Diego— fuck !” Leigh rasped.

I smiled and cranked the vibrator speed up by two notches. She flung her head back with a whimper, her body undulating desperately.

Her pussy clenched tight.

And I stopped—removed the vibrator, fingers frozen.

Leigh groaned with frustration, eyelids sliding closed.

“You’re a tease,” she growled.

“Say the magic word and I’ll let you come,” I replied.

Her throat worked as she swallowed. She was quiet for so long that I thought she would be too stubborn to give in.

“Fine,” Leigh bit out. “Please.”

I dragged my fingers in one slow, measured movement, nearly leaving her pussy entirely.

“Be more specific, sweetheart. Or you stay right there, all night long. I can take care of myself, but you—”

“ Please make me come,” she said, her voice tight.

“That’s better. Although you should be careful what you wish for, princess.”

Pushing the vibrator to top speed, I clamped it to her clit, curling my fingers up hard against her G-spot.

A wordless sound escaped Leigh’s lips, something like a strangled yelp. Her slick thighs trembled. I held her hips in place as she twisted mindlessly, but I didn’t let the vibrator stray from its position against her clit.

Leigh came hard and fast with a shout. A sheen of sweat slicked her body. I didn’t let up my relentless rhythm against her G-spot despite the cramp beginning to develop in my forearm.

She tried to wedge her heel against my thigh, but I shouldered her leg aside. Then I tap-tap-tapped the vibrator against her clit.

Leigh whined as a second orgasm crested through her, making her body arch off the mattress.

“Good girl,” I murmured, leaning forward to kiss her hip. “We’re not done yet though.”

She blew out a shaky breath.

“Can’t,” she wheezed.

“Yes, you can,” I crooned. “I promised I’d make you squirt, didn’t I?”

“Jesus Christ,” Leigh exhaled.

Her fingers clutched at the headboard until her knuckles turned white, and the muscles in her arms flexed with the strength of her grip. The cuffs rattled when she squirmed.

I circled her clit with the vibrator, making her thighs flinch in an attempt to close against the overstimulation.

“Come on, sweetheart,” I said. “One more. Then I’ll give you my cock, and you can come on that, too.”

Leigh squeezed her eyes shut, shaking her head from side to side. She was beyond coherent words now, panting hard, a jumble of needy noises spilling from her lips.

Tossing the vibrator aside, I pressed my palm against her lower belly as I curled upward, hammering her G-spot as hard as I could.

Leigh sucked in a giant gulp of air, and for a split second, it seemed as if time stood still. Her body locked up, every muscle pulled tight as a bowstring, poised for release. She hovered on the brink of orgasm—sweating, flushed, and absolutely breathtaking.

Then she tipped over the edge, crashing into euphoria. Toes curling, eyes rolling back in her head, completely drenching my palm with a gush.

And not a moment too soon. If I had to wait any longer, I felt like the zipper of my fly would be imprinted on my cock and I’d be coming in my pants.

“That’s it,” I said, caressing her thighs, her hips. Stroking her gorgeous tits while she trembled. “That’s my good fucking wife.”

I unlocked the cuffs and freed Leigh’s wrists, lowering her arms. Her eyes were hazy and unfocused, her limbs limp with pleasure. But she had enough strength to skim her fingertips over the straining bulge at my groin.

“I know, I know,” I said, unbuckling my belt. “You’ll get what you want, princess. You earned it.”

Stripping off my boots, pants, and boxers, I coaxed Leigh over onto her stomach. She was so malleable like this, her usual sassy quips rendered to nothing more than mumbles and moans when I ran my palm down the exquisite slope of her spine, caressing the curve of her ass.

Grasping her hips, I tugged that perfect ass up into the air. Leigh buried her face in the pillow, hugging it close.

Propped up with one elbow on the mattress, I swiped my cock up and down her slit, coating the blunt head in her cream.

“Oh, God ,” Leigh gasped, muffled into her pillow.

I slotted an arm between her body and the mattress, hooked around her waist. Easing my weight down on top of her at first, to make sure she didn’t suffocate beneath me.

Anchoring my hand at Leigh’s hip, I punched my cock deep, balls mercilessly hitting her puffy clit with a jolt. Surrounded by the searing velvet of her pussy, her pliant body pinned beneath me, seemed to switch my brain off.

Wife, I thought, with every thrust, harder than the one before. Mine. Wife. Mine.