Page 43 of Zeppelin (Satan’s Angels MC #9)

Zeppelin

I don’t know how to explain all the feelings roiling and swelling inside of me.

All I know is that when Jack died, I thought I had nothing more to live for.

Yes, I had the club, and they always had my back, but I didn’t feel like a brother anymore.

I didn’t feel like me. My soul had been torn away from me.

I was heading for Mexico when I realized I didn’t want to do this alone.

Even though I wanted to finish the journey me and Jack started, I couldn’t do it without Ginny.

She was part of me and being away from her—even for a few days, was hell.

So I turned back.

I thought that happiness was something far off in the distance, but it’s right here, right in front of me.

This woman is a massive part of my self-reclamation.

She probably doesn’t know just how much joy and wonder she’s responsible for.

She didn’t just bring me back from the edge.

She’s already given me so much more than I knew was possible.

She saw beneath my facade from the first. To her, I was never a fuckup.

I was never stupid. I was never someone without potential or a future, or without a beating heart.

It wasn’t a perfect journey, and it won’t be as we continue down it, but perfection isn’t real.

I’m more than thankful to have real life with her.

I don’t stop kissing her until I set her down. She immediately guides my hands to her hips, pushing them up under her shirt. The fabric is damp from her sweating outside. It’s honestly not that much colder in here, but I like being hot and sticky if it’s going to involve getting that way together.

I push her shirt up, running my hand over the curve of her hip. Her skin is smoother than silk. I splay my fingers over her abs. Her stomach is still perfectly flat. I can’t wait to hold her, to touch her like this, to glory in the miracle of watching her body change week by week, month by month.

As soon as I pull her t-shirt over her head, I kiss her again. I’m addicted to the taste of her. To her scent, to the little whimpers that she makes, to the way her body arches into mine, seeking pleasure and wanting to give it.

I undo the clasp of her bra, guiding it away from her perfect breasts.

Her nipples are hard, begging for my mouth, but as soon as I trail kisses down her throat, trying to get there, her hand flutters to my jaw and tilts my face up.

“I’m sweaty and dirty.”

I lick along my lower lip, a hot jolt of lust unspooling in my stomach as her eyes get dark watching me do it. “Mmm. I like that.”

“Are you sure? I can have a quick cold bath.”

“Why would I want you to wash off how you taste?”

“Because it’s probably gross! I’ve been sweating over weeds for hours,” she huffs. “Pointlessly, I might add.”

“We’ll take care of those damn weeds when we’re done here, although they might be waiting a while because I’ve been craving you something fierce, and now that I have you, I’m not planning on letting you go anytime soon.”

“Oh my god,” she half whimpers, half mutters, but she doesn’t stop me when I move my mouth to her breasts, kissing them both before claiming one nipple and rolling my tongue over it. She’s sweetness and salt, caramel and spice.

I can’t get enough of her. I suck her nipples as I undo the button on her cutoff shorts and slip the zipper down and shimmy them past her thighs, until they hit the floor.

Her skin is hot to the touch, slick with sweat already, and utterly perfect. Her panties are damp all over, but they’re soaked between her legs. I cup her through the fabric. She gasps when my huge hand splays over her.

“I’m going to eat your sweet pussy,” I promise against her breasts. “Then I’m going to kiss you and feed it back to you until you agree that you’re delicious.”

Her lips set in a firm line, but twin spots of pink appear on her cheeks. “I might be purposefully obstinate then.”

My heart stutters to a full stop as I slide down to my knees in front of her.

I kiss her belly, worshipping her with my tongue and lips, all the way down to the elastic band of her gray cotton underwear.

I kiss her there too, then gather the fabric in my teeth, pulling them down.

She helps me, adorably impatient to get them off.

It’s me who lets out a hard rush of air as my lungs constrict at what I’m seeing.

“You shaved.”

Her lips quirk up at the sides. “You might have been right about liking how it feels.” She rolls her eyes. “Whatever.”

“You’re incredibly beautiful no matter what. I just can’t wait to lick you like this. I want you riding my face.”

She makes a noise in her throat. “Stand up. Let me undress you first. I’d like to look at you. All of you. I haven’t been able to do that nearly enough.”

She undresses me with just as much care as I took off her clothes. My t-shirt is a little bit damp too. The van has AC, but it worked like shit. She inhales against my naked chest, drinking in the scent of me like she’s doing yoga. Deep, meditative breaths, but they’re full of the scent of my skin.

“I love the way you smell, just like this, so I can maybe understand how it drives you wild too.” She runs the tip of her index finger over the wings of the eagle on my chest, tracing the design.

My heart races at the gentle touch, filled with so much tenderness. She plants her hand flat against my left pec, and when she closes her eyes, I know that she’s counting my heartbeats.

Her touch is sacred. It makes my heart hurt and twist, feeling all the while like it’s bleeding out, but it also makes my body sing.

She doesn’t just strip away my jeans and my boxers. She’s undoing layers and layers, until I’m naked before her, vulnerable and uncharacteristically shy.

More than fucking. Making love.

I’ve never done that. I’ve never considered I could do it.

I never thought that I’d be able to give someone a glimpse of my soul, let alone tear it out and place it in her hands for safekeeping, but that’s exactly what I want to do.

I’ve never felt more at peace with anything.

I’ve never wanted anything more than I want to take her to her bed and worship her for hours.

All those hours I drove, I knew I was coming back to her. Back to where I belong, whatever that meant. As friends, as parents, as two people who are more, but don’t have words for it.

She had the words.

She has all the words now, even when she’s not speaking them.

I bracket her hips with my hands, both of us completely naked.

No clothes. No pretenses. No boundaries, no walls, no hiding.

I guide her back to the bed. She doesn’t stop walking until her legs bump against the metal frame, then she tips her face up to mine.

I claim her lips in a bruising kiss, sucking her bottom lip into my mouth and nipping it with my teeth before I thrust my tongue into her mouth and tangle it with hers.

My cock is trapped between us, so hard that it’s painful, weeping salty tears.

I ignore the throbbing pain and thrust my hand down, tracing the slick of wet from her thighs all the way up to her beautiful pussy.

I run my fingers through her slit, coating them with her cream.

She mewls and arches into me, so wet that my touch slips straight to her clit without me even guiding my hand there.

I circle it with just the slightest pressure.

She leans back, closing her eyes, offering me her throat as though she’d like me to take a bite of it.

I lick along the long column of her neck instead, pressing my tongue into her hammering pulse before placing an open-mouthed kiss there, sucking hard enough to leave a mark.

She gasps, but doesn’t shove me away or chide me for acting like a teenager. She breathes even harder, widening her stance, opening herself up.

I tease her clit for a few more seconds before I drop my hand and dip two fingers into her entrance. Her walls clench around my fingers already. She shivers wildly, a whole body tremble as I slowly slide two fingers inside of her to fill her.

I want my cock inside of her, stretching her and filling her, but no matter how much it hurts, I can wait. I want something else first. Once I get inside of her and feel her heat rippling all around me, it’s going to be game over for me.

I nibble her neck before running my tongue over the spot. “I want you riding my face, Ginny.”

She whines a little and turns her face up to mine. “I want to be riding your face while I suck your cock until you come down my throat.”

Holy fuck. I love her smart mouth. I love it even more that she means every single word. She’s not secretly a dirty girl. She’s never pretended that she’s not up for anything. It’s hot as hell that she’s adventurous.

“You can turn around and feed that right back to me. Thinking about tasting myself on you makes me want to explode.” My balls draw up and my cock weeps salty tears against her belly just saying the words.

“I’ll kiss you after, endlessly, if you fuck me nice and slow, on top of me, staring right into my face, in the most vanilla position possible, because that’s the most intimate thing I can think of and I want to do that with you.”

“The most intimate thing I can think of is eating your asshole out before I fuck you there and fill you up with my fingers at the same time, soaking in a hot bath with you, then having you stand up because there’s not much room in that tiny tub, and eating your pussy until you’re creaming all over my face again.

I want to fill you up with my come and tuck it back inside of you, lick up whatever spills out, then fall asleep with you and fuck you again in the morning, until you’re overflowing.

But I’m sure I could handle doing missionary with you first.”

She stares at me for a good ten seconds before her face creases into a gorgeous smile and she throws her head back and laughs. “You’re funny, you know that?”