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My hands cup her neck, preventing her from dropping her eyes from mine. “That’s not it, butterfly. I’m ruinin’ it before anything even starts. Come on, we’re gonna move this to the bedroom.” My hands glide to her back. I hate like hell she’s still clothed but know we need to have this conversation.
“Oh, okay. Bennett!” Shila squeals, something my woman likes to do when she’s excited. The next time she does it, though, it’ll be with me manipulating her body with my tongue. Rage really did me a solid with securing this cabin. Might even see if he’s willing to part ways with it and keep it for Shila and me. The house has the bare essentials in the way of furniture and wall hangings. In reality, the beauty of this place is the outside.
“Gonna tell you this right now. Ain’t shit you need to apologize for. Shit is in the fuckin’ past, where it belongs. Not that we should forget about it completely. It’s that love we had when we were younger that brought us here now. Sucks that we missed out on so much, but tellin’ you this now. There hasn’t been another woman. Watched most of my brothers fall for their women, marry them, make a life for them. That wasn’t for me, not when I knew I had my woman years before and was not about to even attempt finding someone who could only ever be half of you. So, yeah, butterfly, it’s always been you,” I tell Shila the second her back meets the mattress. I see the happiness shining through with her watery smile, and yeah, it may have been hard for some men to go that long without getting their rocks off, but not me. I’d have used my hand for a lifetime, especially if it led me right to where I belong.
“Oh God, Bennett. I’m pretty sure you’re not real.” Shila covers her eyes, partly to dry her tears, mostly to hide.
“Butterfly, I’m real, and I’m yours.” Shila is on her back. I’m between her spread thighs, forearms down on the mattress beside her head, caging her in.
“It doesn’t seem it, not when I’ve been praying this would happen.” Her head lifts up, lips going to mine, not allowing me to say a word, so I do one better and show her exactly how I feel.
14
SHILA
“Bennett.” His lips left mine long ago, both of us working in overdrive to divest each other of our clothes. The shyness I thought would take over never came, not that Bennett had anything to be shy about. Rock-hard abs, muscled arms that I know would protect me from anyone including myself, tattoos on his chest, arms, and shoulders. Not to mention the Diamondback MC insignia on his back.
“Fuck, I love the way you say my name, butterfly.” His lips and tongue have been traveling over what seems to be every square inch of my body. My mouth was glued to his at first, then that wicked tongue moved down the slope of my neck, teasing me as he traveled down to feast on my breasts and nipples, sucking and licking them until I was writhing and begging for him to up the pace some.
“I’d be saying it more if you’d quit torturing me.” I grasp his hair, not getting anything because he ducked his head lower, doing delicious things to my navel yet still going entirely too slow for my liking. He chuckles against my skin, stopping right above my clit, then blows on my over-sensitized skin, leaving goose bumps in its wake.
“Shila, you’ll be screaming my name. If memory serves me correctly, it was you who almost got us caught down be the creek when I ate your pussy last time.” That was one of many times he’d use his tongue on me. Bennett was hell bent on not taking my virginity for the longest time. It’s why I was the one who finally took matters into my own hands the day we lost our virginity to each other.
“Well, I’m about to scream at you in a different way if you don’t carry on. It’s been years, Bennett, literal years of using my own fingers, and it’s never taken the edge off.” I arch my hips off the bed, fisting the sheets at my sides.
“Message received, butterfly. We’ll be goin’ back to you usin’ your fingers. I’m thinkin’ I wanna watch you and have that ingrained in my memory forever.” At this point, I’d do anything Bennett asks of me if it meant he’d use his mouth on me.
“Oh God.” Finally, I’m given what I’ve been begging for. Bennett’s tongue traces the lips of my pussy before pulling them into his mouth. My eyes look down, watching the hottest vision of my life. His eyes are locked on mine. The scene would be considered lewd to some, but to me, it definitely isn’t. One of my hands moves to my nipple, rolling it with my fingers, then pinching it, a yearning building up again, and that’s when I feel it.
