Page 52 of Sinful Sugar


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“I love you too, Art.” Her nails pricked my skin as she clamped around my cock. “Art, oh, yes, Art!” Her warmth surrounded me, and it set me off.

I pounded into her to chase my climax. Mine, mine, mine rang in my head. I never wanted anyone more than I wanted Eve.

I slammed in to the hilt and came. Gasping for air, I stared into her eyes. “You’re mine, Eve.”

“I’m yours, Art.” There wasn’t a smidge of doubt in her voice.

“We’re done fucking around, right?” I couldn’t go another round with her pushing me away. If she did, I’d be gone for good.

“God, I hope we’re not done fucking around.” She squeezed my butt. “But yes, no more back and forth.”

“Fuck yeah.” I kissed her, loving on her for as long as I pleased.

An hour had passed, we were still in bed. We’d gone to the bathroom to clean up, but I couldn’t let loose of Eve now that I had finally gotten her where I wanted.

I wasn’t past my previous insecurities, not by a longshot. They hung over my head, whispering crap I didn’t want to hear. Some pretty messed up shit to be feeling all sensitive and emotional. It was my fucking artist side. I wasn’t embarrassed about it, I was who I was, but I’d never show my soft side to my MC brothers. I could be hard when needed. It just wasn’t my natural instinct as it was for some of them. Mostly born out of horrible childhoods and experiences.

I hadn’t been abused like Ire and Grizzly or lost my wife and unborn child like Hero. I was your average guy from an okay family, but my family and I were estranged. My father was a conservative judge in Indiana. He had many political and religious affiliations a grungy, inked-up guy like me wouldn’t be welcomed into.

After my high school graduation, I’d left home so I would no longer be an embarrassment. Spent a few years roaming around. Eventually, my path had collided with Storm.

“This is where I want to be, in your arms every night and in the morning.” She kissed my neck. If she only knew how much it meant to me hearing those words. “I wish things didn’t have to be so complicated.”

“I know, sweetness. It sucks.” Christ, I needed to tell her about working in the Twin Cities. Dammit, I regretted opening my goddamn mouth during the meeting. “I gotta tell you something.”

She propped up on my chest. “Is it about the meeting earlier today?”

How did she know?

“Yeah, it is. I’m going to be helping the Vipers rebuild.”

“Helping how?”

“I’ll be staying a the clubhouse to recruit and train new prospects.”

“What?” She shook her head. “You can’t. It’s dangerous out there.”

“Not anymore it isn’t.”

“Why you?”

I grimaced, taking a lock of her hair and twirling it around my finger. “I volunteered.”

“Why?”

“Because I wanted to get the meeting over with so I could come after you.”

“Oh my gosh. Tell Storm no. Tell him you changed your mind, that you have obligations at Human Canvas.”

“I can’t but look on the bright side. We won’t be tempted to sneak into a bathroom to fuck if I’m gone.”

She threw herself into my arms. “You idiot, that isn’t a bright side. I need you, Art. Today was a turning point for us, and now you’re gonna leave me.”

“My God, you’re beautiful.” I cradled the back of her head and smashed my lips to hers. I loved how worked up she was over me leaving. It felt fucking fantastic to know she wanted me and needed me as much as I did her.

Eve threw her leg over my hips to straddle me. My gorgeous vixen rubbed her pussy over my dick, getting me going all over again. “When will we be together? I can’t go too long without this.” She gripped me.

“You could come to The Cities for a conjugal visit.” I melted as she jerked me off.

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