“We’re already doing that. I’m just saying we need a bigger house.” He reached out and tugged her to him.
“You’re going to give up your room at the clubhouse?” She settled on his lap.
“I’ll always have my room there if we want to crash after a party.”
“Or a few rounds of pool.” A twinkle lit up her eyes.
“Brutus isn’t letting up on that.”
“I don’t want to get rusty.” She curled her arm around his neck and kissed him deep, hard, and wet.
“I like that.”
“Thanks for coming into my life. I thought I was never going to see you again.” She buried her face in his neck.
“You’re a fighter, babe.” He peppered kisses over the side of her face and she winced. “Sorry, sweetie.” He gently rubbed his fingertips over the fading bruises. “I love you.”
He looked at her, his dick hardening when he saw the desire in her gaze. She took the initiative and slid his shirt over his head, running her fingernails over his chest and circling her palms over his nipples. He sucked in his breath and looped his arms around her, hugging her to him chest to chest. She moaned and he pushed her back onto the mattress, her robe parting and exposing her breasts. “Fuck,” he muttered under his breath, and then he stroked the very tip of her nipple with his finger.
“I love the way you touch me,” she rasped as she ran her fingers up and down his arms.
As his hands roamed her curves and his mouth traveled over her body, she whimpered and moaned beneath him, her sounds of pleasure fueling his fire. He was more than ready to bury himself between her legs. Bending down, he swiped his tongue over her pussy, which pulsed in glistening need. As he sucked her wet clit, his tongue flicking against her hardened nub, she arched her back, pushing her mound into his mouth.
“You are my passion, my love, and my life,” he said thickly.
“I love you so much,” she panted.
The scent of her arousal was so intoxicating that he lost himself to the hunger, licking and sucking her as he brought her to the edge and then withdrew. He rubbed his hard dick over her sopping pussy, then pushed it inside her inch by inch.
“Fuck me,” she said hoarsely.
He pushed all the way in, watching his cock slowly disappearing into her warm, tight center as he squeezed her tits. He lay on top of her, kissing her deeply while his dick pulsed and twitched inside her. Pushing up, he pulled out and then plunged back in, her moans surrounding him as he increased his pace. He leaned over and breathed her in, and with the way she wrapped her legs around his waist, whimpering, he knew he’d never have his fill of her. He’d never let her go. She was his.
“You’re my woman. I’m claiming you. You belong to me,” he rasped as he plunged into her again.
“I’ll always be yours.” Her face contorted as he pushed in deeper.
Grunts. Moans. Growls. Pants. The sounds of them coming together reached a frenzied pitch, and he felt her ready to come—tight, swollen, gripping his cock. He kept pumping in and out, wanting her pussy squeezing his dick as he exploded in her. Then he shot into her still-pulsating wetness while she screamed her release. He filled her up, and the minute he was finished he wanted to fill her up more; when it came to her, he was never sated.
When their breathing became more even, he rolled off her and tucked her to his side, their legs entwined under the cool sheets.
“That was the best,” she whispered, her head pillowed on his shoulder.
“You’re the best.” He ran his fingers up and down her damp back. “I want you to be by my side for the rest of our lives.” She stiffened under his touch. “Do you want that too?”
“Yes. Are you asking me something?”
He licked his lips. “Yeah. I’m asking you to be my old lady and wear my patch.”
“That’s when I wear the vest thing, right? Is the patch on that?”
He laughed and squeezed her. “Love you, babe. My patch is on your cut. The patch is everything. It binds us together in love, respect, and pride. It’s a fuckin’ big deal for a brother to ask a woman to wear his patch, and it isn’t taken lightly. I never thought I’d meet a woman who I’d want to wear my patch, but you’re everything to me. You make my life complete.”
“I’m the yang to your yin.” She kissed his chest.
“I think that means what I’m saying.”
“It does. And you totally rock my world. I’d love to wear your vest, patch, jacket, and whatever the hell else you want me to wear.” She slid up and kissed him hard. “I think I’m going to need some lessons on being an old lady.”
