Page 26

Finally, he settles over me, his damp chest warm against my breasts, a happy, playful expression on his handsome face. I hook my arm around his neck, dragging him closer and press my lips to his. His chin, his lips, are covered in my scent.

The warm, hard head of his cock nudges against me and I struggle to angle my hips, needing him inside me, letting out a pleading whine.

He smiles against my mouth. “What’s wrong, little lady death?” He dips his head and sucks a sensitive spot below my ear. “Want something?”

“Yes.” I glare at him, hoping he feels the blazing heat of my eyes.

He slides his hand under my butt, tilting my hips.

“This?” he teases, pushing inside me.

Need strips the smart comeback from my lips. I lift my legs, wrapping them around his waist. I rest my palms against his cheeks and desire locks our gazes together.

His cocky demeanor dissolves, lines of tension cord his neck as he slowly thrusts inside me. White-hot bursts of pleasure spark through me with each inch. The relentless stretch teeters on the edge of pain and pleasure, finally landing on holy-fucking-amazing .

“That’s my girl,” he whispers. “I love being inside you.” He withdraws slightly, then thrusts in harder. “Could stay here all night.”

I clench around him, and he squeezes his eyes shut.

“I like you on top of me like this,” I whisper.

“I’m not squishing you?”

“No.” I clamp my legs around him tighter and roll my hips. “You make me feel like a sexy, safe little bundle.” I roll my hips again. “And hit something really good at this angle.”

Amusement sparks over his expression and he slowly slides out, until only the tip of his cock is inside me. Then he eases inside deeper. Each time a little faster. His arms slide under me, cradling me to him until we’re one sweaty, connected ball of pleasure.

All my awareness shatters as he works up to a relentless, pounding rhythm that rattles my bones. My breathy whimpers and his ragged breathing combine, filling the silence.

Wave after wave of warmth unfolds over me. I squeeze my eyes shut and allow the mindless bliss to obliterate me.

“Good girl,” he croons against my neck, never slowing down.

Before I have a chance to recover or even open my eyes, he tightens his arms around me and twists our bodies, until I’m on top. Instinctively, my hips keep moving.

“What beautiful view.” He reaches up and brushes my hair out of my eyes.

I rest my hands on his chest and slowly roll my hips. “Are you tired? Need me to take over?” I tease.

A lazy smile curls his lip, and he tucks one hand behind his head. “Yup.”

Still watching me, he brings his thumb to my mouth, pushing inside. “Suck for me.”

I swirl my tongue around it a few times and he pulls free. “Now lean back.”

“I thought this was my show?” It sounds like a protest, but my body’s already following his directions. Delightful sensations pulse through me as I rest my hands against his thighs, slowing my movements.

He brings his thumb to my sensitized clit, rubbing gently. His touch still overwhelms me. I let out a yelp but circle my hips faster.

This orgasm rips through me in a brutal, mind-numbing streak. My back arches, my legs shake, bursts of light explode behind my eyelids, and my pulse pounds in my ears.

Heavy hands clamp down on my shoulders and he slams up into me, twisting my orgasm into something entirely new. Sharper. Deeper. I curl my hands around his arms, hanging on for dear life. My breasts bob and jiggle, and I release him to cross my arms over my chest.

“No.” He taps my arm. “Either play with your nipples or put your hands back where they were. I want to watch.” He shifts his hands to my waist, squeezing and holding me right where he wants.

I curl my fingers around his arms again.

“Good girl.” He thrusts harder, lifting his head from the pillows to watch. “Fuck.”

I cling to him, dazed from my orgasm but elated that I have the power to make him completely lose control.

Finally, he comes with a long, low groan. Our chests heave and our ragged breathing fills the room. He roughly pulls me down, hugging me to his chest and kisses my forehead. Breathing hard, eyes bright, he pulls away, eyes searching my face. “You kill me in the best way, woman.”

“You give the best orgasms.” I press a kiss over his heart. “And so many of them.”

He rumbles with laughter, his body shaking under me. Unable to get enough of him, I bury my face against his neck and lick the salt from his skin.

He laughs harder. “That tickles.”

“What?” I lick him again. “This?”

“Yes.” He peppers several stinging smacks to my butt and squeezes one cheek.

A low buzz of excitement surges through me, almost drowning out his next words.

“I love your ass.” He pops his hand against the other cheek and bites his lip. “Next time you’re wearing one of your cute dresses, I want to find a nice, secluded spot, bend you over, lift your dress and have my way with you.”

Desire explodes through me. “I’d like that.” I pop another kiss on his cheek and roll to the edge of the bed.

“Where are you going?” He sits up, reaching for my hand.

Heat streaks over my cheek. “Uh, the bathroom.”

He frowns and glances down at his body. “Yeah, I need to take care of this too.”

I scurry off to do my thing, grabbing his towel off the floor on the way. Mid-pee, he pushes the door open. I blink and stare at him. “What are you doing?”

“Getting rid of this.” He drops the spent condom in the trashcan next to my sink.

“I’m peeing.” Or I was. I’m stuck and can’t finish now.

His lips twist with amusement. “I’m covered in your fluids, but you’re worried about me hearing you pee?”

I guess he has a point. But I can’t say that. He’s too smug as it is.

He steps by me and leans into the shower, flipping the nozzle on. A hard stream of water patters against the tub. “Does that help?”

I flick my gaze to the ceiling and shake my head.

Laughing, he steps into the shower.

“Let it flow, let it flow,” he sings in a high, goofy voice. “Don’t hold it back anymoooore. Let it flow, let it floooow .”

“Oh my God!” I burst into giggles and finish my business. “Is that your version of…” It takes a moment to recognize the melody. “The song from Frozen ?”

He rubs a clean spot on the glass and grins at me. “Did it help?”

I step into the shower with him. “Why do you even know that?”

“Uh, the kids watch it at the clubhouse. All. The. Time.” He clicks open my bodywash and runs his soapy hands all over me, paying particular attention to my nipples. “I don’t think I’ve ever watched it all the way through, but somehow the song gets stuck in my head.”

If that isn’t the cutest thing.

I glance down at his hands, still massaging and kneading. “I think my breasts are clean, now.”

“I like to be thorough.” He turns me toward the water and rinses the suds away.

This shower’s quicker, quieter—more about comfort than heat.

When we’re done, we towel off and climb into bed, the sheets cool against our still-damp skin.

I curl against him, head resting on his chest, our legs tangled under the covers. “I’m glad you’re staying.”

“There’s nowhere else I’d rather be.” His fingers absently rub the top of my head, gently kneading my scalp in a hypnotic way. “I’ll have to leave for church in the morning, though.”

“Mmmkay,” I mumble. “I have to be up early.” I pick up my head and find him watching me in the near-dark of my room. “What will you talk about in church? About the funeral and Wolf Knight biker-y stuff?”

He laughs softly, his chest rumbling under me. “You know I can’t tell you club stuff. But yeah, probably that.” He’s quiet for a few minutes and I rest my head on him again.

I’m half-asleep when his chest dips, and he says, “One of the Wolf Knights I talked to today wants to patch over to our club. We’re definitely discussing that .”

I blink and sit up, fully awake now. “You just said you can’t tell me club stuff…then told me club stuff?”

He reaches for me, tugging on the ends of my damp hair. “I trust you. Besides, you already know a hell of a lot more than most ol’ ladies.”

Why does my skin tingle when he calls me that? I should be insulted. But I’m not. “Will you get in trouble for telling me that?”

He cocks his head, still watching me with that unreadable expression. “No.” He hesitates. “But don’t tell anyone club business that I share with you. Not even the other women. Every brother decides for himself how much he shares with his ol’ lady.”

“Okay.” I turn that over for a few seconds. “Do the other ol’ ladies know my role…what I’ve done to help the club?”

A few beats of silence pass. “Hope probably does.”

“Ahhh, that makes sense. I felt like she was trying to see inside my skull at Teller’s wedding.”

Instead of laughing, he nods at my weak attempt at a joke. “She’s a lawyer, so she probably gives Rock advice.”

“A biker taking advice from a woman ?” I tease.

His lips curl but he doesn’t even try to deny the sexist reputation MCs have.

“The best leaders seek advice from the smartest advisers.” He’s quiet for a few beats.

“Charlotte probably knows a lot too. She’s a lawyer but she also grew up in an MC.

Grinder’s kind of old school, so I don’t think he’d involve Serena in club business.

” He clears his throat and glances away.

“Unless he had to. Dex hasn’t asked to patch Emily yet, so he probably doesn’t share with her.

” He shrugs. “I don’t know. I trust you . ”

“Thank you.” I yawn and he rubs the top of my head again. “Let’s get some sleep. You have another busy day.”

“Oh, are you going to talk to Cain tomorrow? After church?”

His body stiffens, the air shifting around us as if all the lovey, romantic vibes have been sucked out of the room. “I don’t know. Maybe.”

Danger. I can sense how much he doesn’t want to talk about this, but it’s too important to retreat now. “I think you should. And I can go with you, if you want. I should be done?—”

“No. Not yet.” He shifts, slipping his arm out from underneath me and turns on his side. Away from me. “Good night, Margot.”

The room falls quiet, except for the random creaks of the old house and the steady rhythm of his breathing.

All right. He’s shared so much with me today. Opened up and allowed me into some deep, dark places in his past that he’s kept locked away for years.

I’ll give him space. This moment of silence.

But I love him too much to let him run from this much longer.