Because I’ve never felt anything like this.
I growl, “I need you to come.” Desperation flashes across her face and my voice drops, “Come all over my cock, Teach, claim me as yours.”
When I reach between us and smack her clit, my woman detonates. Her eyes roll back in her head, and I take her mouth and swallow down the sound of her falling apart for me. The way her orgasm washes through her destroys me.
Her pussy begs for me to join her, and I slam into her two more times before I moan her name against her lips and fill her to the hilt while emptying into the condom. And I hate the fucking condom.
I’ve never hated one before. I always relied on them and never failed to suit up. But right now, it’s offensive as fuck to not be filling her sweet pussy with my cum and her womb with my baby.
I pepper kisses all over her face, our chests heaving as she holds me against her. The last fucking thing I want to do is pull out of her, so I don’t do it right away. Only when our breathing slows and I’m afraid I’ll crush her do I grip the base of my dick, keeping the condom in place and pull out.
“Don’t move,” I whisper against her lips before kissing her softly. I can’t get enough of her lips. “I’m cleaning you up and then we’re sleeping. It’s been a long day, and I expect some sort of update tomorrow.”
Ezra smiles at me, her blue eyes drooping with exhaustion. “You’re sweet,” she mutters, her features soft. “I won’t tell anyone,” she promises before her eyes slide closed while I chuckle softly.
The trust she’s putting in me, again, has my heart dancing a funny jig in my chest that should probably worry me. It doesn’t.
Once the condom is dealt with and I’ve cleaned her up with a washcloth, I slide into bed and wait for the panic to set in. I don’t let women sleep over. Fuck, I don’t let women into my bed. Not this one and not the one at my house on our land.
The thought of Ezra in the bed there, in the house I suddenly want to make into a home with her, makes me nervous because of how badly I want it. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anything more.
I slide into place behind her and pull her against my chest, loving the way she fits, as she lets out a contented sigh. It’s not going to be easy to keep her. I won’t let anything stop me, not now, but that doesn’t mean it’ll be easy.
It’s a good thing I’m not the kind of man to back down just because something is hard. Or dangerous. Or violent.
Ezra came to me when she needed help, when her dad chastised her like some child, and I’m going to be the man she needs me to be. I’ll keep her and never give her a reason to walk away.
CHAPTER 9
EZRA
I’m very warm and the pillow underneath my head isn’t very comfortable. Without opening my eyes, I nuzzle my nose into the pillow and try to push the fluff into a better position. But my pillow doesn’t move. And it smells like spruce and cinnamon.
My eyes snap open and I try not to make any sound at all as Titus comes into focus. I’ve practically draped my entire body over his. His large hand is gripping one of my ass cheeks whilethe other is flung up over his head.
Even though his bed is big, he takes up a lot of the space in it. It’s not like I mind being this close to him, but it is kind of shocking.
And I slept so well last night.
Granted, that might have something to do with how hard he made me come. Thinking about it makes my cheeks heat and I bury my face back against his chest while keeping my eyes trained on him. Is he awake and just pretending to be asleep?
Or is he relaxed enough to sleep? I might be reading too much into it. Maybe he’s the kind of man who can sleep anywhere and he always sleeps deep. But my gut is telling that is unlikely considering how much he’s responsible for.
I’m well aware of the number of businesses the club runs. Ryker runs the construction company. They’ve been building a new apartment building, and I have to say it’ll be good for the town. I haven’t found anything the club does for the town to be a bad thing. They’re just as much a part of the community as anyone else is.
Look at Bolt. He just graduated from high school. I was one of his teachers.
The club might be an integral part of our town, but that doesn’t mean being with a man like Titus is right for me. He’s the president and I understand his responsibilities to the club run deep. Right?
And then there are the rumors about what goes on with the women who have attached themselves to the club. Are they really called club whores? I don’t even know what to think about that.
I didn’t like the way that woman walked up to him last night when we got here. It was the first time jealousy tried to kick my ass. Then he had to go and not let anything happen while putting down a pretty firm boundary.
But is that enough? Is she going to be the only problem? I mean, is she going to be an ongoing problem or was last night enough?
Am I enough?
As thoughts swirl in my head, my fingers trace random patterns on his skin without even realizing it. I go still when I think about Dad. He is going to be pissed at me for this.
