“That’s it,” I growl as I slam home balls deep, “take my cum.”
As I empty myself into the condom, the room sways, and sparks dance in my vision. When I fall to the side, careful as I slide free of her even though I don’t want to leave, I’m panting with sweat glistening on my torso.
Ezra turns her head to look at me, one of her eyebrows arching as she grins lazily.
“You really showed me,” she teases. “I give you the all-clear as well.”
I laugh as I gather my woman and pull her against my chest. When I kiss her, it’s soft and filled with all the love I have for her.
CHAPTER 24
EZRA
“Today,” Opal’s makes her voice deeper like she’s a sports announcer, “you’re making us a Sex on the Beach.”
Bolt’s ears go red as he glances away and swallows hard. He shakes his head and opens his mouth like he wants to say something, but he holds himself back.
The party around us is going strong. Tonight, we’recelebrating their president being back at full capacity. Keeping him off his bike this long has been miraculous.
It’s been a month and I know he’s eager to take a ride. He’s been talking with wistful words about taking me out on the back of his bike. I’m looking forward to it, but I wasn’t going to risk anything when it comes to him.
He might have grumbled about it, but I could tell he liked being fawned over and taken care of. I was more than willing to do it.
Now, he’s back to normal for the most part and we’re on the same page about me staying. I’m not going anywhere. With that settled, it’s difficult for me to fathom there ever being a time when I’m not right here.
I had no idea that this place could feel like home. I’m surrounded by the club my father spent my entire life talking about like they were lower than scum. But I’ve found something here worth protecting and worth fighting for.
I’ve gotten close to people I’ve spent my whole life living next to, but never really got to know. Now, I know them.
They’re rough around the edges. They’re fierce and sometimes a little scary. They’re loyal like it’s something written in the marrow of them.
They laugh, but they do it together.
They celebrate, but they do it together.
They grieve, but they do it together.
They fight, but they do it together.
I’ve always yearned for this feeling and now I get to experience it every day.
My eyes drift to where Titus is standing at the bar. He’s surrounded by his brothers with a smile on his face and laughter in his eyes.
His eyes find mine and something lights up in his gray depths. I have a feeling we’re not going to be at the party much longer. Considering the way my thighs clench and need swirls in my belly, I’m more than okay with slipping away whenever Titus is ready.
I’m not going to drag him out of his party, though. He’s not celebrated nearly enough.
Bolt won’t look at Opal while she walks him through making the drink because she keeps saying the word ‘sex’ just to poke at him. I have to bite my lip to keep myself from laughing. When I glance at Lara standing next to me, she has her hand over her mouth, and her eyes are dancing with glee.
“Okay, the last thing for the Sex on the Beach is the cranberry juice,” she tells him. With a shrug she finishes, “Then all you have to do is shake well and strain into a fresh glass.”
Bolt grumbles, “Stop saying sex, Opal, it’s grossing me out.”
Opal’s eyebrows shoot up to her hairline, and she leans over the bar, her voice filled with teasing mockery that isn’t at all malicious, “You don’t like me saying sex? The big, bad biker prospect doesn’t like the word sex?”
“Just when you say it,” his words are laced with disgust that I know has everything to do her being like a sister to him.
Snake slaps Ryker’s back just as Bolt puts our drinks down in front of us, including one of the sparkling waters Graycie is obsessed with. I narrow my eyes at the club’s VP and barely stop myself from telling him to be careful.
