It was no longer strange for him to be touching me this way, no longer feeling like we’d stepped across a line we could no longer retreat behind. This was the right side of that line. Him and me. Us. Together at last.
He pressed my legs apart, a low rumble of pleasure leaving his chest as he buried his face between them, his nose, lips and tongue all taking a turn to tease and taste me.
He used his thumbs to hold me open for the delicious assault of his mouth against my tender, burning flesh, and I couldn’t stay still. How do you stay still when someone’s sending ripples of delight tingling through your body? My fingers fisted in his hair, and that brought me another spine-tingling rumbleof pleasure from him, a low growl, something that tingled me physically as well as metaphorically.
He licked and sucked at my clit while I squirmed against his face, riding him for my pleasure, for more friction and sensation, for more firm pressure where I needed it.
“Oh god… oh god!”
He chuckled as he licked me through the waves of orgasmic pleasure, and then rose up above me, his cock dragging back and forth against my clit as tingles of aftershocks rippled their way along my limbs, and I whimpered, dragging him to me with the fingers still tangled in his long hair.
“Damn, girl. You want to leave some of that on my head?”
I giggled breathlessly, pulling his face to mine so we could kiss again, the salty sweet tang of my pussy getting shared with me as he took control, looping a hand around the back of my neck, pinning us together.
His cock suddenly plunged deep inside me, stretching and filling me in one glorious surge. He seemed to freeze as he filled me, lifting his head to stare into my eyes.
“So perfect, you’re so fucking perfect.”
His lips took mine again, and I relaxed in his arms, knowing I was safe and loved, and always would be. He’d never hurt me. He’d always protect me. He’d always love me.
Nothing had ever felt this perfect in my life, he truly belonged with me this way, and maybe that’s why we’d found each other as friends first. We were made for each other. Meant to be.
“God yes, Henley, harder, oh god.”
He gave me everything I demanded, everything I begged for, everything I needed, and I tried my best to keep up with him, to give back with every thrust of my own hips against his, with every move of my body, my moans and gasps fuelling him as they did me.
Our breathing grew more and more ragged and strained as we rode each other, pleasure building and crashing over us in waves as we both reached our peaks, and we finally sagged into the bed together, spent and happy after we’d claimed each other.
Maybe my next words shouldn’t have slipped out, but I couldn’t help it. Nor could I take them back.
Chapter Thirty-Five
We’d gathered at Grimm’s,and the bar was well lit and empty of anyone but club members, as they toasted me, and finally, finally, Micro held out the cut with my fucking colours on it. I slipped into it immediately, relishing the creak of new leather, and the stiffness of it as it settled over my shoulders.
“Let’s drink to our new brother, Henley!”
Finally, no longer just a prospect, but a fully patched member, and a full brother to Rocket and everyone else here.
“You wanna say a few words, brother? You sure had plenty to say while you were wearing the prospect cut.”
Wow, way to put a guy on the spot when he’s feeling a touch emosh, but whatever. I raised my beer as the guys quieted around me. Grimm and his bouncers were with us, not as brothers, or even prospects yet, but definitely marking the moment with us. We could hardly refuse, since it was their house we were in.
“I might have whined a tiny bit about the prospect phase,” I paused as people laughed, and I heard at least one voice saying ‘like a little bitch’, “but every moment with this club so far has been just what I’ve been looking for. A family. Brothers. A place to belong. And sure, maybe I took a few hits recently, but the way you all came together to avenge me as your brother, that uh… that meant a lot to me. So much that I’m paying for the next round of drinks, so don’t hurt me too much, avoid the top shelf, yeah?”
A cheer went up, and a few guys slapped my back, which normally I’d like, but right now felt like more knives jamming into my body. I made sure I didn’t show even an ounce of discomfort though, because they’d fought for me, and I damn sure wasn’t about to show weakness for them right now.
“Brother, you proved yourself to be Phoenix material long ago, we just liked making you squirm,” Micro said, smirking at the rest of our brothers as they laughed.
“Asshole!”
He shrugged. “Let’s party and get some beers in us, I mean, unless you have any other news to share?” His eyes darted in Glory’s direction and she winked at me.
“I mean, yeah. I’m… you all know Glory, well, she’s a fucking amazing woman, and I’m so lucky to have her in my life, and sure we were friends first, but you know sometimes feelings grow, and people grow, and it’s not like I jumped her the second she was single, but then of course, she is single, and I’m single, or we were, and-”
“Take a breath, brother!”
“He talks more than a woman!”
