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“Cuts,” I grumbled.
“Cuts.” She shrugged. “All of you wear leather ‘cuts’ already. You know everyone’s every move. You’ve been protecting this town. Making it safe. Keeping it your ‘territory.’” She shook her head. “Y’all are an MC. There may not be a name for it officially, but I swear to God, I hear everyone call you Gator Bait MC when they’re referring to y’all.”
“Fuckin’ Davis,” I grumbled. “I told his ass not to start calling us that.”
“Why do I have a feeling that you don’t like the idea of having a club?” she asked.
“Because I don’t,” I admitted. “All of us are on probation. All of us are ex-cons with cops waiting to send us back where we came from. We don’t need to organize a group that’ll get all of us on a watch list.”
She snorted. “Y’all are already on a watchlist, dummy. You think you’re allowed to do anything without the law knowing what’s going on? Or at least trying to figure out what’s going on?”
She had a point.
“Let’s talk about the fact that you’re moving in with me,” I suggested. “Have you thought any more about that?”
Last night, after we’d eaten with my family, and I’d escorted Dayden out the door, I’d headed back home just to have to convince Dutch to stay.
She’d been vehement that she needed to go home, yet I’d been persuasive.
With my mouth.
Just thinking about how she tasted and felt made my semi-erect cock start to stiffen between us.
Before she could protest the move, or say that she had to get to work, I pressed myself against her entrance.
She hissed in a breath, her eyes going wide.
“I’m sore,” she admitted.
I smirked at her. “I’ll go slow.”
Then I eased inside of her as carefully as I could, giving her plenty of time to adjust to me as I did.
When I was planted fully inside of her, I lifted one of her thighs up to my shoulder, then pressed deep.
Her breathing hitched, and her eyes all but rolled back in her head.
“I think moving in with you is a terrible idea,” she said. “I have this brand-new farm. It has goats. How the hell am I going to take care of goats if I move in with you all the way over here?”
She had a point.
It would look suspicious if she moved in here and left her goats behind.
“Do you want to live on a farm with goats?” I asked. “Or did you buy that farm with the explicit purpose to do what you did? And now that you’re done with doing what you did, you can put it up for sale and move in with me?”
She blinked, her hands going to my side as I twisted my hips for emphasis.
She bit her lip. “I’m not sure that would look good on my credit.”
“I’m not sure your credit has anything to do with you changing your mind,” I admitted, pulling all the way out, just to push smoothly right back in. “And I have a fenced yard that’s fairly big. If you want to bring your goats along, you can.”
She let go of her lip when a small gasp escaped her mouth, her back arching upward slightly as she said, “Oh, right there.”
Now, when a lady says ‘right there’ you don’t change a goddamn thing. You keep doing exactly what you’re doing, at the same pace that you’d been doing it.
Except, I wanted her acquiescence on moving in. And to get that…
I stopped, and she groaned.
“You’re a bastard,” she whined in the cutest voice that I’d ever heard.
I smoothed my hand up the length of her torso, skimming the underside of her breast, then continued until the long column of her neck was in my hand.
Squeezing lightly on either side of her throat, I said, “Move in with me.”
She licked her lips nervously, her eyes as wide as saucers, and her pupils so dilated I knew she couldn’t tell whether she needed to be scared or allow herself to be aroused.
Arousal won out, and she swiveled her hips.
“I’ll move in,” she complied. “And I’ll get rid of the goats. There’s a neighbor lady down the road that’s kept them for me five times now. They get out and go down to her house anyway.”
I grinned.
Her heartbeat, which I could feel underneath two of my fingers at her throat, sped up.
She liked my smile.
Noted.
“Under a few conditions,” she continued.
My brows rose in question as I kept my eyes directly on hers, but started to move again.
So slow that I might as well not be moving at all.
But that little twist at the end caused her pussy to spasm each time that I did it.
“What are those conditions?” I asked, squeezing lightly on her neck.
Her mouth parted, and her heart rate picked up all over again.
Well then.
It was obvious that she liked it.
