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Living here with my woman and all the members of her MC is like living with my woman and all her sisters. Literally. Sometimes it’s annoying but most times it’s being surrounded by family and that’s what counts.
“Race you to the stables?” Hudsyn asks as she comes to a stop on my left.
I gently brush my horse’s sides and he trots forward and gains speed as I spur him on with my voice, ignoring Hudsyn who is ripping her bike open. I don’t care who gets there first or second; we’re both winners in this game they call love. Though I know it’s not a game and yet it’s sweet victory to know you’ve won the heart of a woman.
She patiently waits for me to arrive at the stable and while I take care of the horse I usually ride these days. It’s an eight-year-old, deep brown quarter horse. I offered to buy it but according to Hudsyn it was voted on and they considered it a “welcome to the family” gift.
I guess they are happy to have a man around who isn’t afraid to chip in to do some hard work for the sake of balance. Like I said; being surrounded by family and that’s what counts. The support these women have and give one another is priceless. I’ve experienced it up close with Tikki’s funeral.
Her coffin was on a carriage pulled by her father’s horse as everyone followed on their bikes to pay their last respects. Each and every one of these women have a big heart while they’re strong and fierce.
But the strongest and gorgeous woman leaning against a pole watching me, wearing the president cut, is all mine. I prowl toward her, catch her face between my hands and crash my mouth against hers. She instantly melts against my body.
Our chemistry never fails. As soon as my tongue swirls around hers the overwhelming need to bury myself deep is a raw craving flowing through my veins. With a growl I rip my mouth away and turn her around.
“Hands on the pole,” I rumble right next to her ear while I pop the buttons on her jeans and drag them slightly down so her legs stay close together.
I slide one hand over her hips in search of her clit while I use the other to unbuckle my belt and slide the zipper down before I palm my cock.
“This is gonna be hard and fast before anyone walks in,” I tell her and nudge the tip at her entrance, not waiting for a reply and simply thrust forward ever so slowly to bury myself balls deep.
The both of us groan and when she starts to strangle my cock with her sweet, tight pussy, I grab her hips and start to pump in and out with rapid speed. I balance my head between looking down to watch my cock–glistening with her juices–in and out and throwing my head back to groan in pleasure.
Damn. I’m ready to shudder with pleasure but not before I feel her coming around my cock. Reaching around, I find her clit and it only takes a few strokes to light her on fire and allows me to burn right along with her.
My heart is racing and the euphoria is coursing through our bodies. Magnificent. Every time we connect it’s as if we grow stronger on an intimate level. As if it’s even possible because our bond is solid.
It’s also why the words just roll of my tongue when I ask, “Marry me?”
“Yes.” The single word comes out as a deep breath in between other rough pants as she’s trying to calm her raging heart.
But it’s solid. Indefinite.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake, people! Fuck behind doors where others can’t see, dammit,” Medley squeaks and I catch her turning around to head back out.
“Drama queen. As if she saw something,” Hudsyn grumbles.
I raise my voice and bellow at Medley, “I was proposing to your sister!”
She stops in her tracks and without turning she bellows back, “Nobody ever told you people do that shit on one knee, and not a doggy-style version?”
“I’ll keep it in mind,” I bellow back. “Though she accepted so I won’t have to try again. The popping question part, not the–”
“Shut up, brother,” Medley shouts and runs off.
Hudsyn laughs and I chuckle along with her. Pulling out, I drag her jeans back up before I tuck myself away. Hudsyn sneaks her hand over my chest to my neck and pulls me down for a slow and passionate kiss.
“Get a room! Oh, wait, you guys have a whole freaking cabin to jump one another’s bones instead of showing off in front of us,” Cassia grumbles.
I tear my lips away from my future wife.
“Just you wait, Cassia,” I tell her. “When you find the right man, you won’t be able to keep your hands off him. Hell, the right one could have a kid who has sticky fingers non-stop and clutches your hair but you wouldn’t mind because you’d be smitten with his or her dad.”
A look of horror overtakes her. “Take it back,” she gasps and throws her long pigtails over her shoulders as if she needs to protect them from a non-existent kid with sticky fingers. “You did not just jinx me. If you did, I’ll make sure you live to regret it.”
“You’ll thank me.” I kiss the top of Hudsyn’s head. “Now, be sure to congratulate your prez as my future wife.”
The horror slides right off her face as a huge smile spreads across her face. “Seriously?”
