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Pirate

We’d barely gotten the door shut behind us when Saylor kicked off her shoes with a dramatic sigh. She ran her fingers through her hair and shook it loose from the ponytail she’d had in all day.

“I think I need to eat a salad tomorrow,” she laughed and glanced over at me. “I swear I’ve gained ten pounds just from breathing near Adalee’s food.”

I leaned back against the door and watched her move around the room. “I’m sure Adalee can make you a salad,” I said as I shrugged off my cut and tossed it over the back of the chair. “But you look good from where I’m standing, baby. I’m not complaining one bit.”

Saylor rolled her eyes and let out a little scoff, but the pink rising in her cheeks told me she’d heard me loud and clear.

“Right,” she muttered, but her lips twitched like she was fighting a smile.

There was something thick in the air. That kind of energy that hums under your skin and makes the back of your neck prickle. All day, we’d been close—her hand brushed mine when we passed each other a drink, my fingers grazed her lower back as we stood around laughing with the others. But it was all just foreplay.

We both knew it.

Neither of us had said anything, but it had been building—slow and steady.

Now the sun was down, the clubhouse had quieted, and we were alone.

And I could feel it.

So could she.

Saylor looked at the bed, then at me. “Uh… you want to watch a movie or something?” she asked, her voice a little too high to be casual.

I nodded slowly, my gaze dragging down her body and back up again. “We can do whatever you want, baby.”

Her cheeks turned a shade darker. She swallowed, and her lips parted just slightly.

“I—movie,” she squeaked.

I smirked. She wasn’t fooling either of us.

We both moved at the same time and reached for the remote that was sitting on the edge of the bed. She lunged a little faster, and I reached to grab it just as she bent forward. We collided—not hard, but enough that she lost her balance.

I caught her instantly.

My arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her into my chest to keep her from falling. Her hands landed on my shoulders, and for a second, we just froze there—pressed together, breath mingling, and heat spiked between us like we’d stepped into fire.

Her eyes locked onto mine. “Pirate…” she whispered.

The way she said my name—breathless, soft, wanting—almost wrecked me.

I licked my lips. “I’m gonna kiss you, baby.”

Her eyes darkened with desire. Her fingers curled into my shirt.

“Okay.”

That was all I needed.

I dipped my head and caught her mouth with mine in a kiss that felt like the last puzzle piece sliding into place. There was nothing hesitant about it. Nothing slow. There was heat and need and the kind of longing that had been burning low between us.

Her lips parted under mine, and I didn’t hold back.

I finally tasted her—sweet, soft, and something that instantly felt addictive.

I groaned into her mouth and tightened my grip around her waist. I let myself sink into the kiss. Her body molded to mine, and her curves fit perfectly against me. It was like she belonged right there in my arms.

Saylor pulled back just enough to breathe. I took in her swollen lips, eyes heavy-lidded and blazing with want. She slid her hands under the hem of my shirt. She looked up at me, breathless. “Off.”

I pulled the shirt over my head and tossed it to the floor. Her hands immediately returned to my chest and glided over the ink.

“You’re unreal,” she whispered. Her voice was low and growly.

Her touch wasn’t rushed—it was curious, like she was learning and memorizing my body. And I let her. Let her explore and get to know me. Every place she touched, I lit up. I didn’t even try to hide how much I wanted her.

I dropped my forehead to hers and closed my eyes for a second to get a grip. “Baby, I don’t think you know what you are doing to me.”

She didn’t answer with words. Instead, she leaned in and kissed me again—deeper this time. Her body pressed tighter to mine as her hands dragged down my sides and back up to grip my shoulders. “I think it’s the same thing you are doing to me.”

I stepped us back toward the bed and sat down. I pulled her into my lap. She straddled me without hesitation, wrapping her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck.

“Still good?” I asked, my voice rough.

She nodded, and her lips brushed mine. “So good.”

My hands slid under her shirt, inched it up until I could pull it off, and tossed it aside. Her skin was warm and soft. I trailed kisses along her collarbone, down her chest, across the swell of her breasts, and savored every inch of her. She gasped and arched into me as I reached behind her and took off her bra. Her fingers threaded through my hair to keep me close.

Everything about her—the way she moved, the way she kissed, the way she moaned my name—drove me insane in the best way.

And I couldn’t hold back anymore.

Not tonight.

Saylor’s breath caught as I kissed her, and her fingers gripped the back of my neck tighter, like she needed something to hold onto. I took my time and let my mouth explore her. Tasted every soft inch of skin.

She wasn’t shy—not with me. Her body responded to every kiss, every touch, like she’d been waiting for it. I was what she wanted. That knowledge—it lit something up inside me. A hunger, but also something heavier. Deeper.

She shifted in my lap and let out the smallest whimper when her hips rocked against mine. That sound—fuck—it was damn near enough to undo me. I leaned back just enough to look at her. Her lips were parted, pupils blown wide, and her cheeks flushed. She was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.

“You okay?” I asked, as my hands rested on her hips. My thumbs brushed the bare skin just above her shorts.

She nodded. “I’m better than okay.”

“Can I take these off?”

Her answer was a whispered, “Yes,” followed by her lifting up just enough for me to slide her shorts down her thighs.

I kissed her again as I leaned forward, twisted, and shifted us both until she was under me on the bed. She moved like she already knew how we’d fit together—effortless, fluid, like we’d done this a hundred times in another life.

Her legs parted to welcome me between them, and her hands ran down my back. Her nails scratched lightly at my spine and made me groan low in my throat.

Having her underneath me, I knew this wasn’t just lust.

It was way more than that.

“You’re perfect,” I murmured, and let my gaze roam over every inch of her as I moved back. “Every single part of you.”

She reached up and pulled me back down to her, and I went willingly.

There was nothing rushed about the way we moved. It wasn’t about proving anything. It wasn’t even just about the heat—even though there was plenty of that. It was about her. About being with her the way I’d wanted to be since the moment she first looked at me like I wasn’t just some biker in the background.

I kissed my way down her neck, her shoulder, the curve of her breast, and further still. I worshipped her with my mouth until she was gasping and writhing, her fingers tangled in the sheets.

She came undone in my hands, and it was the most beautiful fucking thing I’d ever seen.

When I moved back up her body, she pulled me in with both arms.

She shifted beneath me, wrapping her legs around my waist, pulling me in with a need that matched my own.

“Please,” she whispered, her voice soft but certain. “I want all of you.”

My breath caught. Her words hit me hard—cut through every layer of restraint I had left. I kissed her slowly and rested my forehead against hers.

“I’ve got you, baby,” I murmured. “Every damn piece of me.”

I lined myself up and eased forward, careful and slow. I watched her—watched every change in her expression, every breath, every flicker of pleasure in her eyes. Her mouth parted as I filled her inch by inch. Her hands tightened on me, and her body welcomed me like we were made for this.

She gasped my name, and her back arched slightly.

I nearly lost it right then.

“God, Saylor…” I groaned, barely holding on. “You feel so fucking good.”

When I was fully inside her, I paused and let us both adjust. I let the moment settle in deep. She ran her hands down my back, and her lips brushed my ear.

“You can move,” she whispered.

I did.

It was slow at first. It was a deep, steady rhythm that let us feel everything—every inch, every pulse, every tremble. The world disappeared around us. There was only the sound of our breathing and the soft slide of skin against skin. The quiet moans that passed between us were like a secret language.

She met every thrust with equal need, her fingers buried in my hair and her legs pulled me closer. I kissed her—again and again—because I had to. I needed every part of her.

I couldn’t get enough. Because this wasn’t just a release—it was something else entirely.

It was us.

Connected in a way I’d never known before.

She felt too good. Too warm, too tight, too perfect.

Each roll of my hips pulled a breathy moan from her lips, and every time she said my name, I had to fight the urge to lose it right then and there.

“Pirate,” she gasped and arched into me. Her nails dragged down my back and left fire in their wake.

I gritted my teeth and tried to hold on. Tried to make this last, but fuck—she was killing me in the best way.

Her body moved with mine like we were made for each other. Her hips rocked to meet every thrust, and I could feel her tightening around me—her body chasing the edge.

I slid my hand between us and found the spot I knew would push her over. She cried out, and her whole body trembled under me as I circled my fingers around her clit. Slow at first, then I matched the rhythm of our bodies.

“Oh my god—” she choked out as her head fell back into the pillow as her thighs trembled.

I felt it hit her—the way her body clenched around me, and the way she gasped my name like it was the only thing she knew. She shattered in my arms as her climax crashed through her in waves. It pulled me right over the edge with her.

“Fuck—Saylor—” I groaned and buried myself deep inside her as my own release tore through me.

Every muscle in my body tensed. My vision blurred. All I could feel was her—tight, wet, trembling, and wrapped around me like she never wanted to let go.

We came together. Tangled and breathless, like something out of a fever dream.

And when it was done—when the shaking eased and the air finally returned to my lungs—I didn’t move. I didn’t want to.

She was still under me, still wrapped around me, still mine.

All mine.

I brushed my lips against her jaw, then her cheek, then finally her mouth. A slow, lingering kiss that said everything I couldn’t put into words.

She was quiet as her fingers traced circles on my skin.

I pulled her closer and held her there, still inside her, still connected.

I didn’t care about anything else.

Just this.

Just her.

Just us.