“You sure? You’re very quiet.”
“Just taking it all in.” He squeezes my leg, as if encouraging me to continue. “It’s a lot, isn’t it?”
“I suppose it is, but I want you to know this is it for me, me claiming you as my ol’ lady, that was it, that was bigger than today. You were already mine. It’s just today you're mine in the eyes of the law, too.” His possessiveness should be a major red flag, but for some reason, it doesn’t scare me. If anything, I feel safe. Liam was supposed to be the rest of my life, but he ground me down, not physically, but mentally. He reduced me to a shell of my former self. With Clay, it’s different. When the ol’ ladies spoke about it before, I thought they were crazy, but now, I get it. He would protect me with his life, and that for me, is empowering.
“Clay,” I whisper. He looks at me, his eyes full of worry as if I’m about to bolt. “Thank you for everything. For the bridge. For this. For holding me when nobody else would.”
He grabs my hand, lifting me from my seat and placing me on his knee. “You don’t need to thank me, Mrs. Stryker."
“I love you, Mr. Stryker,” I whisper, and his eyes light up. He kisses me roughly, his tongue darting out and dancing with my own. I clench my legs together as I feel my arousal from just his kiss as his hand slides up my leg under my dress, briskly gliding over my thong. His cock strains against my leg, the urge overwhelming to straddle him here.
“Get a fucking room, guys,” Rock snorts as he throws a beer mat at us. We break apart, my lips swollen from his kiss. I rest in the crook of his neck, embarrassed by our little display.
“I think I need to get my ol’ lady to bed,” Clay growls as he lifts me in his arms, I kick my legs, letting out a little shriek.
“Night, Bella,” Red and Rochelle chime.
I don’t lift my head from his shoulder to look, still feeling flushed with embarrassment, but I give them a little wave.
Clay
I carry her in my arms over the threshold of my room. I might not have been able to give her the wedding of her dreams, but I’m going to give her the night of her life.
“Taking this very seriously,” she giggles, wiggling her eyebrows.
“I’ll show you how serious I am,” I say, carrying her over to the bed and laying her down. She pulls to sit up, and I push her down roughly. Her tongue darts out, wetting her lips in anticipation. The hunger’s clearly evident in her eyes.
“I think I like this serious side.”
I lift her foot, sliding off her shoes one at a time and throwing them to the floor behind me. I run my hand up her bare legs, grabbing her thong and releasing her already glistening pussy.
“Already wet for me, beaut?” I arch a brow, and her cheeks flush, that look of innocence that has me craving more. I hunch back on my heels, pulling her towards the edge of the bed, and inhale deeply. She smells fucking divine, her pussy glistening, waiting for me, pleading with me. My tongue darts out and I hum my approval as I take my first taste. She squirms beneath me as I circle my tongue around her clit, placing my hand on her abdomen to keep her in place.
“Clay,” she pants, as her hands fist the sheets, arching her back off the bed. I place my hand under her arse, guiding her sweet pussy closer and flick my tongue over her clit. I know she’s close by the way she tenses her legs.
“Clay,” her heavy breaths fill the room as my name rolls off her tongue. I quicken my pace, taking my finger and gliding it into her cunt, her walls instantly clench around me, I slide in a second. “Fuck,” she screams, and I roll my tongue delicately,tipping her over the edge. I suck on her clit as she rides out her release. Her legs shake, and her pussy clenches my fingers, her juices dripping onto the bed. I take my fingers and slide them through her folds. Popping one in my mouth and sucking it clean, she tastes fucking immense. She looks down, watching me, and I smirk as I repeat it. She covers her face with her hands embarrassed, so I pull them away.
“Never hide from me,” I whisper.
“That was fucking incredible. I’ve never—” She shuts up abruptly, almost ashamed.
“You’ve never had a man go down on you?” I question, surprised she’s never experienced that before. She shakes her head.
“No, you’re the first.”
“Fuck, now, that makes it even more special. You coming all over my face was the hottest fucking thing ever.” I wonder how many more firsts I can give her. “And I’m only just getting started.”
She nestles into my chest, her fingers lightly tracing the intricate tattoo running the length of my torso. I run my hand up and down her arm, the sheets wrapped loosely around us both.
“What does this mean?” she asks, her voice groggy from her screaming my name. I take her hand gently, holding it close to the tattoo and my heart. This tattoo was the only one with meaning, the only one etched onto my skin to remind me of the horror I caused.
“I got this one after my brother passed,” I say, gently kissing her head. She looks up at me, her eyes filled with sadness.
“I’m sorry,” she whispers, placing a chaste kiss on my lips.
“Don’t be, you weren’t responsible for his death, that responsibility lies solely with me.”
She sits up slowly beside me, pulling the sheet up with her to cover her naked body. I grab her hand again, tracing her finger over each section of the tattoo.
