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Jayden turns his bike off and holds his hand out. I place mine in his and climb off before he follows, then takes my helmet off. I grin at him as he gets my bag out of his side saddle, then he wraps his arm around my shoulders, guiding me into the building.
When we get through my door, he puts the helmet on the table to our left as we walk in. I got that table especially for it. As soon as I shut the door, he crowds me, pushing me up against it. I grin at him as he bends down, his lips meeting mine in a slow, sensual kiss that makes my insides tingle.
God, I love this man.
He kisses down to my chin, and then neck, sucking hard as his hands slowly lift my plain, white t-shirt. I lift my arms as he takes it off and throws it somewhere before he runs his tongue across my chest. He unclips my bra, taking it off, then taking a nipple into his mouth, gently sucking it. I gasp and moan, pushing my chest into his mouth, loving the feel of his lips on me as my fingers tighten in his hair.
He nips my nipple then gently licks it.
I moan, "Jayden, please…" while trying to get friction, moving my hips toward him, making him chuckle as he goes to my other nipple, showing it just as much attention. He abandons my breasts and plants kisses down my stomach.
He undoes my jeans as his tongue runs over my skin, setting me on fire. He pushes my jeans and panties down as his tongue hits my clit, making my hands slap against the wooden door. He shows the little nub attention while helping me kick my jeans away so I can widen my legs, needing more.
He rims my entrance before he pushes two fingers inside, his tongue moving faster and faster against my clit, making my body shake. I can feel my belly tighten as he sucks the nub hard into his mouth and tilts his fingers inside me, and pushes another finger into my back hole. My orgasm blasts out of me, and my legs weaken as I scream. I can feel myself tighten around his digits, and he groans, licking up my release.
Once my orgasm subsides, he slowly kisses up my body before taking my lips. I can taste myself, and I moan, my tongue gently massaging against his.
Breaking the kiss, he rubs his nose against mine, and I rasp, "Why is it I always end up naked first?"
He chuckles, steps back a bit, and removes his cut. He throws it toward the kitchen nook, making it land on the counter. I raise a brow at him, knowing he's respecting his position more and more, but he just shakes his head at me before removing his shirt.
I bite my bottom lip as he toes off his boots and removes his jeans before returning to me. He grabs my ass and lifts me. I wrap my legs around his waist and state, "That's better," making him chuckle. He kisses me as he walks us over into the living room.
As soon as my back hits the couch cushions, his cock kisses my entrance, and he pushes in with one thrust.
He groans as I moan.
"Fuck, Shorty, you always feel so fucking tight," he rasps against my lips before our tongues start to tangle. He grips my left leg, lifting it above my head, our lips never parting as he begins to thrust hard and deep.
"Oh God…" I moan, throwing my head back at how deep he is while his lips go to my neck. He thrusts faster, his grip on my thigh so tight, I know I'll have bruises tomorrow, but don't give a shit.
I can feel my belly tighten again, and he moans.
"That's it, baby, come for me, squeeze my fucking dick."
I gasp as he tilts his hips, going that much deeper. My vision goes black, my orgasm ripping through me.
"Jayden…" I scream as thrusts speed up, sending aftershocks through me as he groans and slams forward one last time, coming inside me.
"Fuck, Shorty…" he rasps then crashes his lips against mine, kissing me passionately as he drops my leg, allowing me to wrap them around his waist to keep us connected. His kiss is slow and oh so perfect. Minutes later, he pulls back a little, whispering, "I love you."
I smile and reply, "I love you, too."
He smiles wide, kissing me again before thrusting into me again, making me chuckle against his lips and wrap my arms around his neck.
The man is perfect.
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I sigh in contentment as I run my fingers through my girl's hair. She's lying on top of me with her head on my chest, a blanket covering us, and I fucking love it.
This is my life, right here in my arms.
The fact she's willing to keep us in the shadows so I can keep my position in the club proves how much she loves me, but can’t make her do this forever. I don't think I can stay in a club that treated me the way they did, and I refuse to treat her like a dirty little secret that I'm ashamed of.
It's been a month of the brothers trying to get me included, now that the time is running out. The fucking old timers are starting to call, wanting tattoos, trying to explain their side of things when there are no sides. I was there, I was treated like shit, pushed out, fucking neglected.
