“Club ride today,” he murmurs against my lips, voice rough with morning gravel. “You still want to go?”
“Yeah,” I breathe. “I’ve been looking forward to it.”
He rolls me onto my back without breaking the kiss, settling between my spread thighs. He’s already rock hard, thick and heavy against me. I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him closer. He reaches down, lines himself up, and pushes inside me slowly, bare and perfect.
We both moan as he sinks deep.
He stays there for a moment, buried to the hilt, forehead pressed to mine. “Fuck, baby… you feel so good. Every single time. So warm and tight around my cock.”
We start moving together, deep, steady, loving strokes. No rush. Just the delicious drag of him inside me, filling me completely. I hold onto his broad shoulders, nails digging in as pleasure builds. He kisses my neck, my collarbone, my breasts, sucking gently on my nipples while he thrusts.
“I love being inside you like this,” he groans, voice low and filthy. “Bare. Nothing between us. This pussy was made for me, Lucy. So fucking perfect.”
His words push me closer to the edge. I moan louder, legs tightening around him as he picks up the pace, hitting that perfect spot with every thrust. When I come, it hits me hard, waves of pleasure crashing through me as I cry out his name, pulsing around his thick cock.
Tiny follows right after, burying himself deep with a guttural groan. “Fuck… Lucy…” He pulses inside me, filling me with hot, thick spurts of cum as he rides it out, hips grinding against mine.
We stay locked together for a long minute afterward, breathing hard. He kisses me softly, tenderly, still buried deep inside me.
Eventually he pulls out slowly, watching with dark satisfaction as some of his cum leaks out of me. He gets up and returns with a warm, damp cloth, cleaning me gently between my legs with careful strokes.
I watch him the whole time, heart full.
He climbs back into bed and pulls me tight against his chest, pressing a kiss to my hair.
“I love you,” he says, voice deep and sure.
“I love you too,” I whisper, snuggling closer. “So much.”
We stay in bed longer than we should, tangled up in warm sheets and each other.
Tiny’s fingers trace lazy circles on my bare back while I rest my head on his chest. “You excited for the ride today?” he asks, voice still rough with sleep.
“Yeah,” I murmur, smiling against his skin. “Tessa said she’s packing extra snacks because she knows I get hangry by mile forty. And Hadley warned the wind might pick up later, so I should probably wear that thicker hoodie you like.”
He Laughs, the sound vibrating through his chest. “Smart girl. Last thing I need is my Old Lady freezing her cute ass off on the back of my bike.”
We talk like that for a while about easy, pointless things that somehow feel important. The route the club’s taking. How Weston’s probably going to complain the whole time. Whether Lily will want to ride with us next time once she’s a little bigger. Just quiet morning words wrapped around each other.
Eventually Tiny groans and stretches. “Alright, baby. If we don’t get up now, we’re never leaving this bed.”
He rolls out first and heads to the kitchen. I hear the clink of mugs and the coffee maker starting as I slip into the shower. The hot water feels amazing on my sore muscles.
When I come out, I pull on one of his big black t-shirts. It swallows me, the hem hitting mid-thigh, his scent wrapped all around me.
Tiny’s standing at the counter pouring coffee when I walk in. He looks up and freezes for a second, eyes darkening as they drag over me in his shirt.
“Fuck, baby,” he growls softly. “You trying to make us late?”
He sets the mugs down and pulls me in by the waist, kissing me deep and slow. One big hand slides under the hem of the shirt to palm my bare ass as he backs me up against the counter.
I laugh into the kiss, melting against him. “We’re already late.”
“Worth it,” he mutters, nipping my bottom lip. “So fucking worth it.”
The clubhouse lot is already full when we arrive. Bikes line up in neat rows. The air smells like exhaust and leather. Tiny parks and helps me off. He keeps his hand on my lower back as we walk inside. Tessa spots me first.
“Lucy! You’re riding with us today,” she says. She pulls me into a tight hug. “Hadley brought extra layers. It gets windy out there.”
