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Best wishes, Angel and Cole.
She passed the card to me and ripped open the wrapping. It was a large 16x20 matted and framed black and white photograph. It was a shot of me walking away, my back to the camera. Obviously taken outside the clubhouse. Bikes in a line just out of focus. And there, slung over my shoulder was Shannon hanging upside down along the length of the back of my cut, her blonde hair trailing down. Her head was turned just enough that just visible was the huge smile on her face.
The caption at the bottom read: My Prince.
I grinned, remembering that day. It was a good shot. It was a good memory. I imagined I knew exactly where Shannon was going to hang it, but before I could get the words out of my mouth, she confirmed it. Holding it out at arm’s length and smiling with her eyes on the picture, she declared, “This is going over our bed.”
I grinned. Yeah, I knew my girl.
I took the picture out of her hands and set it aside. Then I scooped her up and tossed her over my shoulder, just like in the picture.
“Crash!”
“Come on, Princess.” I carted her to the bed and dropped her on it. I stood at the end of the bed, and our eyes held as I undid my pants, letting them drop. Grabbing the hem of her dress, I yanked the gown down and free of her body, tossing it aside. She was naked underneath, the one request I’d made of her outfit today. ‘Don’t care what kind of dress you wear, babe,’ I’d told her, ‘as long as there’s nothin’ on underneath it.’ My eyes trailed over her gorgeous body, stopping on the pierced navel, and then stopping again on the ink I’d marked her belly with. I leaned down, one hand in the bed, the other trailing lightly over the tattoo. My fingers tracing the rose. “This is you, baby.” They moved to the barbed wire wrapped around it. “This is me protecting you,”
I repeated the words I’d said to her so long ago. I smiled down at her, saw her eyes glaze, and then I came down on top of her.
She cupped my face. “Love you, baby.”
“Back atcha, baby.”
Shannon…
I kissed Crash, and then I pushed him over onto his back and rose above him. “My turn.”
I pressed my face to his gorgeous chest, nuzzling my nose to his skin and pressing my open mouth softly against him. His left hand came up, fingers threading through my hair, pulling me closer, holding me to him. I slid lower, my mouth following the trail of hair, down. Down. Pressing kisses as I went. His hand left my head and settled palm down on his abs. I took note of the platinum wedding band on his finger. God, I loved seeing it there. Possessiveness filled me as I resumed my exploration of his gorgeous body. My tongue dipped into his navel and his cock throbbed, bobbing by my face. I looked up at him as my mouth trailed down pressing soft kisses. What I saw in his eyes as they looked back at me was pure hunger.
“Babe, you’re killin’ me.” His hips lifted involuntarily, his cock begging for my touch. I slid my palm up along his thigh. Up. Up and finally closing over him. Still watching him, I saw his right hand fist in the comforter, fingers curling. I licked and teased the crown as his hips lifted again. “Fuck, Shannon, take it,” he growled.
My mouth sank down on him, and he groaned. I teased and tormented him until I felt him building with each surge up of his hips. When I felt him drawing closer and closer to his limit, his hands were suddenly sliding under my armpits, and I was yanked up. I landed on my back as he surged up over me. As I looked up at him, what I saw was all hot, needy two hundred pounds of aggressive, dominant male.
He grabbed my right wrist and pinned it down on the mattress near my head. Then he grabbed my left wrist and pinned it against the bed on the other side. He loomed over me, his eyes hot with need. “Want that pussy. You gonna give it to me?”
I nodded. “Yes, yes.”
“You wet and ready for me, baby?”
“Yes. Please, Crash.”
He plunged into me, and I gasped. I watched his face. Our eyes held each other’s as he thrust. I wanted to keep the connection with his eyes, but I couldn’t help myself. My gaze broke and trailed down over him. There was just too much beautiful male to look at. I took it all in, his beautiful chest, his shoulders, his abs, all flexing and moving as he thrust above me. It wasn’t long before a sheen of sweat formed on his skin. I arched up, my hips meeting him thrust for thrust. His strokes were long and deep. I began to writhe and moan, undulating below him. “Crash, please.”
He knew what I wanted. He always knew what I wanted. His right hand released my wrist, and his hand slid between us. His thumb stroked over me, and my back arched, my head going back. He kept at it, over and over, stroking as he continued to plunge inside me. It didn’t take long before I was right there with him, my legs wrapping around him, urging him on.
His head dipped to my throat, his mouth latching on and sucking. Hard. I soared toward the peak. I was right there. Right there. His mouth broke from my throat, and then it was at my ear, his breathing heavy as he panted, “Come with me, Shannon. Come with me, now.”
And I did. I crashed over the edge, moaning, my thighs tightening around him, and my whole body shuddered. I felt him thrust two more times before he rammed hard and went solid and followed me over the edge. He groaned and made several slower strokes, and then collapsed on top of me. My arms went around him, one hand sliding up his neck, fingers threading up into his hair. The other trailing down, over his spine, the small of his back, to his ass. I pulled him against me and heard his moan next to my ear. I felt him begin to lift off me, but held him tight. “No. Stay.”
“Babe, don’t want to crush you.”
“You aren’t. I like it. Your weight on me.” I heard him chuckle in my ear.
“Good. I like you under me.” His left hand slid up along my ribs, his bicep flexing as his hand closed over my breast and squeezed. “All silky skin and soft curves.” His torso twisted, and his head lowered, his mouth closing over my nipple as his hand pushed my breast up to meet his mouth.
My legs were still shaking and trembling with the aftermath of my orgasm, and his tug at my nipple sent another surge through me. His head lifted, and his hand slid down to my thigh, feeling the tremors. “You’re shaking.” He frowned down at me.
I nodded and grinned. He grinned back, and his eyes held mine as he lowered his head, and his mouth latched onto my nipple. Again he tugged, hard. My back arched in reaction, and I felt his dick growing hard inside me again. He released me and grinned, asking, “Ready for round two, Princess?”
I nodded as his mouth came up and found mine. After a long deep kiss, he pulled back and murmured against my lips, “I love you, Shannon.”
