Now, if I could prove they looked at her? All fucking bets are off.
“Tell me,” I grit the words out through my teeth as I slam inside of her.
“I’m yours.” Her words hit me like raindrops.
I thrust into her faster and harder. I want her to feel every inch of me. I need it; crave it.
“That’s right,” I growl the words. “You’re mine, Teach.”
Her small hands cup my jaw and pull me down to her. The moment our lips meet, we start devouring each other. It’s hot. It’s hungry.
“I’m never letting you go,” the words are almost lost against her lips, but the way her fingernails dig a little deeper into my shoulders tells me that she heard me.
And she likes it.
“And you said I was the jealous one,” her soft chuckle is breathless, her words panted.
I slam into her again before reaching between us and finding her clit with my thumb. I rub it in gentle circles, teasing her and pushing her closer to the edge with every touch.
Her thighs tighten around my waist, and I know just how close she is. I look down into her blue eyes and find them filled with desire and something else, something far too big to put into words right now.
Maybe she feels the same way about me as I feel about her. Maybe she loves me.
“I’m very fucking jealous,” my words sound like gravel.
I don’t stop. Every thrust is brutal.
My balls draw up and my spine starts to tingle. The only thing I can do is grit my teeth to try to hold off from coming. I need her to come first.
Always her first.
“Titus,” she moans, her body almost levitating off the bed as my grip on her tightens.
Then she fucking breaks underneath me and it’s the most beautiful sight. Her eyes roll back in her head, and her skin is flushed pink. Sweat glistens along her collarbones and the breathy sounds falling from her lips only make me want to possess her more.
“Love watching you fall apart for me,” I grit out through my teeth.
Her walls squeeze my length, and I can’t hold back any longer. I pull out and slam back deep inside of her a few more times before pushing in as deeply as I can.
The first jet of my cum filling the condom has my vision swirling dangerously. But Ezra is right there. Grounding me, pulling me back.
I think the only thing keeping me tethered is the bite of pain where her nails are digging into my skin.
My breathing is choppy as the last of my release washes over me and the last spurt of cum is captured by the condom. I swallow down the words I want to say, about loving her, about breeding her.
Instead, I kiss her lips. This time the kiss is soft with a sweetness which could turn depraved at any moment. Easily.
Our kisses turn lazy, like we have all the time in the world to enjoy the feeling. Maybe we do.
I’ll do anything in my power to ensure that my woman stays right where she belongs—in our house, in our bed, on the club’s land. Anything less is unacceptable.
My gut is telling me she doesn’t quite believe in us yet. It’s okay, for once in my life I can be patient. At least, I’m going to try really hard to be patient.
“Ezra,” I whisper against her lips, and her arms tighten just a little bit, like she’s unsure if she’s going to pull me closer or push me away.
When I roll us, she lets out a little laugh and then pats my chest. “You like manhandling me, huh, Prez?” As she asks, her blue eyes sparkle and she captures just a little bit more of my heart.
My hand slides down her spine, and her soft skin feels like a balm to everything unknown at the moment. As much as my mind wants to race through all the unanswered questions and how the hell I’m going to protect her when Bobby is still in the wind, I force myself to stay in the moment.
