After all, we aren’t discreet at the clubhouse. Hayes makes sure I’m always comfortable and never lets anyone see certain parts of me, but we fuck around the clubhouse constantly. He’ll corner me during a game of darts or claim me on a barstool. He doesn’t care where we are or who’s around, and I love that he can’t resist me.
At first, I was worried about what people might think. But this is my life. Tomorrow isn’t promised. If I want to have sex with my husband, I’m going to do it.
Which is why I grab his belt and shove his pants down on the side of the road. My knees hit the asphalt as I sink before him. His hard cock is thick and ready as I stroke it root to tip. He groans, looking down at me with so much desperation I can barely stand it. And when I wrap my lips around him, I’m practically floating.
I’m slow at first, teasing him—torturing him. There’s something about his fingers catching in my hair that is so incredibly hot. His nails dig into my scalp, but he lets me set the pace. I take him to the back of my throat and swallow.
“Holy fuck.” He groans when I do it again.
Just because he’s the one who had experience walking into this doesn’t mean I haven’t kept up. He’s not the only one who likes a challenge, and I’m a quick learner.
His hips buck as he gets closer to his release, but before he reaches the peak, he pulls back and spins me around, bending me over his bike.
My jeans and underwear barely make it to my knees when he thrusts himself deep.
“Hayes.” I gasp, gripping the leather seat.
He isn’t slow or sweet as he fucks me; the bike rocks beneath us. Every thrust is deep and thorough. He strikes me just where I need him with every pump of his hips. I cry out into the desert, not caring who might drive by or hear us.
Hayes thrusts hard, smacking my ass just like I love. My nails scrape his seat as my body starts to climb. The sensations build until there’s an inferno in my core, threatening to detonate. But just as I reach the edge of pleasure, he pulls out and squats down behind me, spreading my ass cheeks and licking me all the way up.
“You taste so fucking good.” He groans. “I could eat this pussy all night.”
He devours me, fucking me with his tongue as he reaches around to toy with my clit. I’m dripping down my legs, and he claims me like he’s starving. My legs shake as I climax. And I’m still pulsing as he stands and thrusts back in.
His cock strikes me deep, and it sends another wave of my release crashing through me.
Hayes grabs the globes of my ass, pulling me to him like he can’t fuck me hard enough. His jerks become uneven as my body continues to pulse around his cock. And when he thrusts deep, he pauses, stroking slowly as he fills me with his cum.
“You’re so fucking perfect.” He caresses my back, running his fingers up my spine. “I can’t get enough of you.”
“Good.” I glance over my shoulder, grinning at him. “I can’t get enough of you either.”
When he pulls out, I stay put. As much as Hayes likes to fuck, he enjoys taking care of me more. Only moments ago, he was rough, pounding into me until my screams went raw in my throat. Now, his touch is gentle.
He pulls my pants up, securing them in place and buttoning them. Once we’re dressed and put back together, he spins me in his arms, tucking my hair behind my ears.
“I love when you’re spontaneous.” He kisses my cheek.
“You love me regardless.”
“True.” He grins, leaning to whisper in my ear. “Now let’s get to where we’re going so I can fuck you some more.”
“You just came,” I remind him.
“Perfect.” He grins against my neck. “The more cum inside you, the easier it will be to slip inside your snug pussy. Climb on, freckles.”
He lets me go so we can climb back onto the bike. And even if what we did should have sated this desire, when it comes to Hayes, I always need more. He’s the man who unlocked the cage and set me free.
Epilogue
Soul
Emery is standing atthe center of the clubhouse, glowing bright as a beacon in her white lace wedding dress. As happy as I was to drive her to the chapel and marry her, she deserved more than that. Which is why I’ve let Tempe and Willa run wild planning this party.
I slide up behind her, wrapping my arms around her belly. “You’re too pretty for this place. I should have rented a venue.”
“Don’t be ridiculous. It’s perfect.” Her blue eyes flick to me as she spins in my arms. “And stop holding my belly before someone guesses that I’m pregnant before we announce it.”
