He thrust into me, slowly at first but building up speed. I didn’t think I’d have another orgasm. I remembered the girls at school lamenting how terrible first times were. But when he reached down and played with my clit, I felt another one build.
“That’s it, Lexie,” he said as he pushed into me over and over. “Explode for me before I coat this sweet pussy in my cum.”
“Oh, god.” His words crashed me into overdrive and I came again. His pace quickened, growing more erratic until he shouted my name and I felt his hot release.
“Fuck, Lexie.” He closed his eyes and leaned against my head. “You are amazing.”
“Mmm,” I mumbled, unable to say anything. He kissed my cheek, my lips, peppering me over and over.
“Wait here.” He pulled out slowly, and I moaned at the loss. “Don’t worry, we’ll definitely do this again.” I watched his bare ass as he walked to the bathroom. I heard the water run and he came back with a damp washcloth.
“What are you—“
He sat in front of me and wiped my inner thighs.
“Oh, you don’t have to.” My breath caught as he reached the tender spot in the middle.
“I know I don’t have to,” he said as he gently wiped away the evidence of our love-making. “But I want to take care of you. Tonight, tomorrow, and every day after.” He tossed the cloth into a laundry basket and laid next to me. Gathering me into his arms, he kissed the top of my head. “I love you, Lexie.”
“I love you too, Gabriel.”
25
BEAR
The next evening, we made our move on the Diablos. Our bikes were parked at the edge of the tree line by the roadside. I turned to my brothers.
“There’s a short driveway, then a fence. When I was here last, it was manned by one dumb prospect. Guy didn’t know his ass from a hole in the ground. He won’t be an issue.”
“Cannon fodder,” Mav said disgustedly, lighting a cigarette.
“Probably.” I nodded. “One good knock to the head and he’ll be out.” I took out my gun and checked the chamber.“The rest of the crew either have Jordan hostage, or they’ve been using Jordan as a spy. Either way, they need the message that you don’t fuck with the Exiled Reapers.”
“Hear, hear!” Blade cheered, balancing his throwing knives through his fingertips. Death and violence didn’t usually faze me, but that brother could be one sick mother fucker when the haze hit.
Mav stepped up. “If we see Jordan, don’t kill him. We’ll take him back to the shed for”—he paused, taking another drag from his cigarette and exhaling the smoke from his mouth—“conversating.” He winked at me. “Everyone else, play it by ear.”
The guys muttered in agreement to take out this band of assholes who’d tried not only to take our territory but also my old lady. It wasn’t official yet, but it would be, and they knew it.
“Dan, you wait here with the truck. If anyone is injured, or if we do find Jordan, they’ll ride back with you.”
“Got it, Mav. I’ll keep the engine running, just in case.” Dan climbed back into the truck.
I nodded. “Okay, brothers, let’s do this.”
We mounted our bikes and rode the short distance to the gate. If we’d been wanting stealth, we would have walked in, sticking close to the trees to make our approach a secret. But we didn’t give a fuck about stealth. These assholes knew we were coming the moment they involved Lexie.
The same loser was manning the gate.
“Uh, prez? What are you doing back? And who are all those guys?”
I grinned. “I’m not your prez. And we’re coming in to blow this joint the fuck up. You can try to stop us, but you won’t get far. Or you can head on home to your mama.”
He looked at me and the bikers behind me.
“Yeah, fuck this shit.” He pulled off his cut and threw it on the ground. “I just wanted easy pussy,” he said as he pushed the gate open. “All I got was smelly pussy, and that ain’t worth getting killed over.” He hopped on his bike. “Good luck!” he shouted as he rode off.
“Dude’s smarter than he looks.” Baller eased his bike next to mine. “Smelly pussy ain’t worth getting killed over. I might put that on a t-shirt.”
