Page 51 of Property of Stone (Kings of Anarchy MC: Pennsylvania #1)

Chapter Twenty-Nine

With Taryn’s hands planted on his chest, she slowly slid up and down his hard-as-fuck dick. Her slick cunt swallowed it whole, then slowly revealed its length. Over and fucking over again.

When she began to take her sweet fucking time rocking and rolling her hips, it just about drove him out of his goddamn mind. On the other hand, if she rode him like a wild woman, he’d be in deep shit.

When he fingered her clit, she ground her pussy against him, driving him even deeper.

It was like Taryn was trying to sabotage him with how she moved, how soaked she was. Dripping down his length and onto his balls. Tempting him to blow his load before he was ready.

Fuck that. It was too soon.

He watched her tits bounce a few times before raising his gaze to see her head thrown back, her mouth gaping open and rapid puffs of breaths coming from her like an old steam engine.

For fuck’s sake, seeing her like that almost backfired on him.

With his teeth gritted, he took a long, deep breath of his own and thought of…

Puppies.

Goldfish.

The fact his sled needed a good wash and shine.

The time he slammed some motherfucker’s head into a cement block wall and watched him slowly slide to the ground, leaving a trail of blood behind.

Yeah, that did the trick to push him away from that edge.

Digging his fingers into her hips, he prepared to take over soon. He needed to quickly bring this across the finish line before he went past the point of no return.

With a twist, he rolled until she was under him and he was nestled between her soft, slick thighs.

“ Fuuuuuuuuck,” he groaned as he slid balls deep.

Her pussy was a warm, wet glove, pulsing around his hard-on.

He didn’t know if she had ever been this responsive with any other men she’d been with before him, but he preferred to think she hadn’t. That the two of them had some special sexual chemistry that made it so damn good.

He didn’t care why it was, it just was.

Mine.

What the fuck? He pushed that random thought out of his brain and continued to thrust.

She’s fuckin’ mine.

A sharp pain shot through his chest. What the fuck was wrong with him? Was he having a damn heart attack? Was he going to die the way he always hoped, in the middle of fucking?

Damn, he wasn’t ready for that yet. He had to finish raising Sunny first before dropping dead from doing his favorite activity.

No other man better try touchin’ her.

Why the fuck was his brain glitching? Not once had he ever had those kinds of thoughts with any other woman.

Only Taryn.

Not lettin’ her go.

His brain had to be fucking broken.

Yeah, that had to be it. Too much pot or something.

Or…

Maybe he needed to stop ignoring the voice in his head and listen to it.

Damn it.

He dropped his mouth to her ear. “Babe…”

Her blue eyes flashed opened and he swore she could see straight into his soul and could hear his crazy thoughts.

Her soft smile was the last nail in his coffin.

His old life was about to be dead and buried. Worse, he was the one holding the damn shovel.

Did he keep digging, or did he break the shovel in half and save himself?

He tried to picture a day without Taryn in it.

It was fucking impossible. Worse, he didn’t want to.

He didn’t want to wake up in the mornings to an empty bed. He didn’t want to go to bed at night without her next to him.

For fuck’s sake .

The voice in his head was right.

Now what?

He pushed out a breath.

Now, he needed to convince her to stay .

His murmured “Babe…” had her opening her eyes—and smiling because she loved when he called her that—only to notice his face a bit paler than normal.

Had he seen a ghost? Did his life flash before his eyes?

Her smile fell. “What’s wrong?”

He squeezed his eyes shut and his mouth opened to answer. It suddenly snapped shut and he shook his head. “Nothin’. All good.”

She wasn’t sure she believed that. But now wasn’t the time to have a deep conversation when something else was currently deeply buried.

After wrapping her legs more securely around his hips, she tilted up her pelvis so he could hit that perfect spot.

This man was a rare find. He knew exactly where to find both her clit and her G-spot. When it came to her previous partners, it was one or the other, or worse, neither. This rough-around-the-edges biker was more skilled than any of the polished men she’d ever been with. Stone put them all to shame.

Was it fate he’d been in that parking lot a year and a half ago?

Was it fate she ended up living under his roof?

Was all of this meant to be?

No. Impossible. To think that was ludicrous.

Fate was a fickle bitch. It had to be a coincidence. Nothing more.

As soon as they could be assured Vic wouldn’t rear his ugly head again, they’d go their separate ways. She’d go back to working as a personal chef, building her online presence and, of course, raising Wren.

He’d go back to his brothers and the club’s sweet butts.

But who would help with Sunny?

The girl needed a responsible woman to look up to, not sweet butts. Even a woman who tended to make mistakes like Taryn.

However, it wasn’t only Sunny she worried about leaving behind.

It was Stone.

Her heart ached unbearably whenever she even considered moving on. That was why when he expressed concern about Vic’s release, she’d decided to stay. She figured with her ex’s volatile temper, if he planned on striking out at her, he would do it right away. Not wait.

Plus, it would give her more time to figure out how she really felt about Stone. And whether he felt the same.

She also needed to keep Wren in mind. His safety and well-being came above her own relationships.

The continuous roll of his hips as he surged up and into her, burying himself to the hilt with every thrust, brought her back to the bed. She’d worry about all of the other noise later. Right now, she should simply enjoy this time with Stone.

He pulled one nipple deep into his mouth, gently scissoring his teeth over the very tip. It was the perfect amount of pressure to cause her back to arch, her pussy to slam into him, and her nails to rake down his tattooed back.

He speared her harder and deeper, hitting the end of her every time.

In the past couple of months, he had learned what made her simmer, what made her boil, and what made her explode like a pressure cooker.

While they had also gotten pretty good about staying as quiet as possible during sex, sometimes it just couldn’t be done.

Now was one of those times. She usually shoved her face into a pillow, but tonight she pulled his head down to hers and melded their lips together instead .

Another very hot option.

Her whimper was caught and contained by his mouth and her hips shot up as she tumbled head over heels. She swore her orgasm started all the way down in her toes and swept through her like a raging river.

She dug her nails in deeper and made sure their lips remained sealed together as a cry rose from her very center as wave after wave rushed through her.

And when her intense climax began to wane, he continued to pump through the aftershocks.

It was no surprise when his hips stuttered. She expected him to quickly follow her orgasm with his own. She was proven right when he grunted into her mouth during the next thrust and stayed buried deep.

After a final shudder rocked him, he released her mouth and continued to slowly glide in and out of her.

Her chest continued to pump as she caught her breath and her head fell back, exposing her throat. He slowly slid his nose up it, tickling her skin with that scratchy beard, then gently sank his teeth into her flesh before kissing the same spot.

She had never enjoyed sex this much before. Why did it take a bad boy biker with amazing skills to show her how it was supposed to be?

Stone rose up onto his elbows, combed her hair away from her face with his long fingers, and locked gazes with her. “Never realized I was so fuckin’ bored with sex ’til you.”

She blinked and her mouth gaped open at that unexpected confession. Did she misunderstand? “What?”

“Said was gettin’ tired of sweet butts and randoms. Didn’t realize it ’til you.”

“Is that a compliment?”

“Sure ain’t an insult. ”

Well, that was a relief. For a second, she thought she might be boring in bed and that was why Vic cheated. “Well, I thought men were clueless when it came to pleasing a woman. You proved otherwise.” She wiggled her eyebrows.

With a low chuckle, he pressed a quick kiss to her lips. “Thank fuck I could help.”

“You set the bar high.”

“No one else should be tryin’ to jump that fuckin’ bar.”

A ribbon of warmth weaved its way through her. “I won’t be here forever. This was a temporary arrangement, right?”

He grunted but didn’t deny it. Instead, he secured the condom at his root, slipped free, and rolled off the bed to dispose of it in the trash can they now kept by the bed for that purpose.

They also now stocked baby wipes and towels in his room, too.

She preferred the kids didn’t find full condoms in the bathroom garbage and start asking questions.

Taryn wasn’t ready to explain “the birds and the bees” to her six-year-old son. Of course, Sunny had learned about sex by hanging out at The Castle since she was a baby. It was unavoidable there.

Luckily, whenever Wren was hanging out in the cafeteria while she worked, the club members took it elsewhere. Stone must have said something to them.

He settled in next to her and tucked his bent arm under his head. “Now that your house is sold, you got thoughts on where you go next?”

Just as she thought, he didn’t want her to stay. For him, this was strictly an arrangement. Any concern over her moving had to do with Sunny, not him.

That was no longer true for her and she’d hoped he had felt the same. Clearly, she was wrong. She was simply another woman in his bed. The only difference was that she had been a steady presence for the last couple of months .

Convenient and close.