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“Honey are you all right?” I ask.
His fingers grip my waist a little, “No,” he says, his voice gruff and curt. No bullshit. No hiding his sentiments.
“Do you want to talk about it?” I try again.
“Not tonight,” War’s low voice hums as he kisses the top of my head.
Well, clearly talking is not the answer to lessening the tension. I have never been very good at instigating sex. I’ve been more adventurous with War as the days and weeks have passed, although I’m yet to completely rid myself of my shyness and I’m not sure I ever will. Throwing caution to the wind, I slide my hand across his hard chest to his circle is nipple. I place soft butterfly kisses over his chest, guiding my myself further onto his body. I kiss and lick all the way to his mouth. His hand fists gently in my hair, cradling my head in his grip.
My lips are poised above his, our breaths mingling. “I love you, War Xander Cole, with all that I am and all that I will ever be. Each moment with you is so precious. You made me see my strength, my talent, and the beauty of what we have.”
I notice War’s eyes glisten with unshed tears. His voice hard with emotion, “You had all that before me. I was just fortunate enough that you blessed me to be the man you share it with.”
And just like that, my own eyes fill with tears. Although, unlike War, I cannot stop them from falling to my cheeks. He wipes one away with his forefinger and another with his lips grazing my face. His whiskers brush my face. I adore the scruffiness of his whiskers against my skin. His body is hard and firm against mine.
“Tonight, Maddie, I want to make love to you. I want to cherish every part of you,” he whispers huskily against my lips.
“Oh, yes.” I murmur as he guides me further into him with a scorching, long, sensual kiss that makes my body come alive. I vibrate from head to toe. He turns us so that I’m underneath his body and he proceeded to cherish each and every part of me. His lips move across my face in soft kisses, moving back to my mouth in yet another deliciously agonizing kiss that sets my body on fire. I slide my hand up his back, feeling every bit of him. He continues to brand my lips with his touch. He goes from licking and teasing to sucking them gently, lolling them about in his mouth, making me grow wetter and wetter between my legs. I squirmed beneath him, opening my legs so that his are firmly set between mine. War takes no notice and continued his ministrations. His mouth makes its way down my body and hovers over my sex, as his fingers pull and gently twisted my nipples. I lift my hips, careening to move closer to his mouth. He gives me what I needed. I gasp as his wet silky tongue ravishes my pussy. There is no part of me he hasn’t kissed, licked, nipped, or sucked. I’m on the very brink of ecstasy, back bowed off the bed, head back against the pillows, eyes slammed shut waiting for the touch that will send me over the cliff.
“Maddie, look at me, Baby. See me come inside you.” War’s sexy rough voice forces my eyes open. “Watch us, Baby. Watch me come,” he repeats.
With what feels like super human strength I raised myself on my elbows and stare down to see his huge, beautiful cock slide inside me inch by inch. He strokes himself deep inside me growling, “My Maddie, my woman, my love.” As he pulls out and thrusts deep again and again, over and over, he says, “Forever mine. It will always be you for me, Maddie.”
His cock juts in and out at a slow pace and it isn’t enough; I needed more. “Faster, Honey.”
“I want to take it slow, Kitten, I like to see myself move inside you.”
Oh my God, I can’t take it. I wrapped my legs tighter around his hips. Just then his finger slides to my clit, placing just the amount of pressure to send me over the edge. I scream his name over and over, my pussy clutching his cock, my hands imprinted in his arms. I can hardly catch my breath when I am turned over onto my hands and knees and feel his hardness enter me again, hard and fast, building me up to yet another orgasm. His fingers pinch my nipples, his legs splay mine further apart so that I have only my forearms on the bed to balance as he continues to plunder inside me. I am so sensitive to his touch that when his body cloaks over mine and whispers, “Come for me again, Baby. Now,” my body answers his demand immediately, followed by his roar of release. We both lay exhausted on the bed, embraced in one another’s arms.
“I love you, Maddie. You are my one.” The most beautiful words I’ve ever heard as we both drift off to sleep. Although I know this temporary intermission did not take away the problem that War is currently dealing with, I do know that for a brief time, it was only him and I. Tomorrow will come. War will share what and how he needs to, and I will be here to see it through alongside my man.
I blink slowly to the sun dawning into the room. Again and again, until all comes into focus. That all is glorious. My hand drapes over a luscious bare chest, rising and dropping with each deep breath. My eyes saunter to the full length of his tapered V, rippled with muscle, hip and legs covered with a white sheet, like this was a design ad for bedding and with this image every woman would be running to buy out the stores if it would bring a man like War to their bed. I tilt my head back to take in the rest of him. No one would ever say he looked delicate, even in his sleep, he does however look peaceful. I noted that throughout the time we’ve been connected, he rarely looked peaceful. War is thought-filled, guarded, and positioned to strike almost always. I like to think that I’m giving him peace in my arms.
I slide my arm off his chest, noting that he hasn’t moved a muscle. He must be drained. I slip from the bed and instigate my morning ritual. I wash up quickly and decide that breakfast in bed would be a nice surprise. And after having donned some baby blue yoga pants and a stretchy matching tank top, I march into the kitchen to whip up some French toast.
My mom made the best French toast. It’s one of the few great memories I have of my youth. I loved it so much I always knew that as an adult, I would make it for special occasions and for people I truly cared for. So far that list had been Paul and our crew. They are my family. Today I make it for War. I finish putting the caramelized apple over top and set it on a tray I found tucked behind a cupboard, alongside coffee and juice before prancing back to the bedroom. I hear the shower being turned off as I approach the door and my eyes get their own special treat as I see War wrapped in nothing but a towel covering his man bits. A very small towel at that. I remember that I forgot to replace his towel. Can I say how happy I am that I neglected to take a spare towel from the closet before my shower?
“Babe, you keep staring at me like that we’re not going to leave this room for the day and we have plenty to do today,” he sends a smirk my way.
I snap out of my trance, raise the tray and say, “I thought I would treat you to breakfast in bed.” I place the tray on the bed. War grabs a pair of boxers from the dresser, quickly gets dressed and comes over to the bed.
“Kitten, that looks amazing. No one has ever made me breakfast in bed,” he informs me.
“You’re up now. Would you rather have it in the kitchen?”
“No way. My girl makes me a surprise breakfast, I am going to enjoy every second of it. In bed.” He makes his way back to the bed, pillows propped behind him. “Bring it over, Baby. Sit beside me.”
I placed the tray over his thick thighs. “I have a plate in the kitchen for me.” I scurry to the kitchen and back with my plate, making my way in beside him.
I watch him take his first bite, his eyes open wide, and a moan escapes his lips. “This is the best thing I have ever tasted. Baby, you have made me some wonderful meals, but this tops anything you have ever made.” His hand reaches the back of my head and he draws me close, kissing me lightly on the lips.
Risk and War are supervising the installation of the equipment in the studio today. Risk promises it will be completed today. He is going to give me a tour and explain all the security features. I wanted to go now but they said I would slow down the process and completion of the project.
And speaking of things moving along, Vi and I have been making progress on our plans for Ava’s baby shower. We rented a tent and the guys agreed to BBQ. We ordered a specially designed cake with a mini leather jacket and booties design. I can’t wait to see what else the baker might incorporate in the cake. She is a genius and thankfully lives right here in our own backyard. She runs a small kitchen, only taking orders without the space to display her artful desserts. She supplies Millie’s diner with all her baked goods and is the go-to for special occasions and events in town. Thank goodness Vi works at Millie’s and knew about her sinful delights! Everything is planned and set for next Saturday afternoon. All the girlfriends from the Satan’s Pride crew have been invited as well as some close friends that Vi has made in town. I am looking forward to surprising Ava. Guard is on board and since he was so worried about her being on her feet, we had a plush pink over-stuffed leather chair purchased and set to be delivered the morning of the party.
I am deep in the middle of my gift for Ava and baby biker boy when Risk saunters into the room. I swear this crew of men have cornered the market on gorgeous and it’s no wonder the female population hang around like groupies waiting to get noticed.
“Hey.” I smile at Risk.
