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“Ready,” I answer. “And Joaquin?”
“What’s up, babe?”
I smile. “I’m so fucking glad that I’m all right too. And I plan on living my life like tomorrow isn’t promised because it isn’t.”
“That’s good,” he says as he pulls out of the hospital parking lot.
“I know. It also means that I’m not going to hold back on getting what I want. Starting with you. Tonight.”
His lips curl into a teasing smirk. “We’ll see.”
“Yes,” I agree. “We will.”
Chapter Twenty-Two
Joaquin
Lockdown has been over for almost two weeks now, and every morning when I wake up with Willow’s soft and hot curves against me, I have the same thought. Too. Fucking. Quiet.
We’re all glad to have some space again with the lockdown over. The older, more established brothers can return to their houses and apartments, while new patches like me and a few prospects live here at the clubhouse around the clock.
It’s part of the deal, and once Willow realized this is home, she just smiled and said she wants to be wherever I am. As glad as I am to have her at my side, to know she’s all right because she’s with me, something feels off.
And it’s not Willow. She’s healing nicely, and I’m grateful for that.
I find myself holding my breath, just waiting for more shit to rain down on the MC.
“Mmm,” Willow groans beside me, one arm and one leg draped across my body, her head on my chest, and long hair all over me.
“Good morning, hot stuff,” she murmurs sleepily. Her lashes flutter open, her eyes bright, and she’s smiling.
“Morning, babe. How are you feeling?”
“Like I want a hot morning fuck.”
My arm tightens around her waist, and I pull her until she’s straddling me. “Sleep all right?”
She shrugs, leaning down to press a hot as fuck kiss to my lips as her pussy grinds against my cock.
“Better than you,” she purrs in my ear. “Means my blow job didn’t knock you out properly.”
I smile and grab her hips, dragging her slick pussy up and down my aching cock. “No, babe. It was perfect. Just got a lot on my mind.”
“Wanna talk about it?” Her lips purse into a straight line, her gaze is genuine.
“Seriously?” I motion between us, my rock-hard cock, her pussy dripping all over me. “Now?”
Willow just nods, lips curling into a slow smile as her hips move faster and faster, dragging her closer to an early morning orgasm. Her head falls back, arching until her perky tits are within mouth-teasing distance.
“Joaquin, babe. Fuck.”
She’s so goddamn beautiful, and I can’t look away as she uses my body for pleasure. It’s been this way since we got back to the clubhouse and the pain pills and antibiotics kicked in.
Willow gives the best fucking blowjobs around, rides my hand and my face like she’s being paid to do it, and I can’t get enough of it.
“Joaquin,” she moans. “Please.”
I move a hand between us, my hand wet with her juices, and slip one finger inside her.
