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“Too battered to fight you, bud,” Wildcard says with a chuckle.
A short time later, after Hammer inhales the last of the pancakes, he and Noah are on their way to cheer up their brother Priest. I convince Wildcard to rest, and he only agrees provided that I won’t fuss over him.
With his feet crossed on the coffee table, lying back on the soft padded cushions and a remote in hand, he flips through the channels until he settles on a program on rebuilding antique cars. I snuggle in next to him. He instinctively drapes his arm on the back of the sofa, allowing me to get closer and nestle into him, with his arm dropping to cocoon me in place.
“Last night, I couldn’t help touching you,” I say. “Even when you were asleep, I needed to check to make sure you were all right. I’m glad you called to tell me you were okay, but I have to admit that I was out of my mind with worry.”
“It doesn’t happen often. At least not anymore. Before my time here, the club was on a bad path, and Guard cleaned house. He wanted a club that was about integrity. Each member has been chosen by him. How we get here is anyone’s guess. Guard thinks it’s fate. Since he’s started this chapter, we’ve been legit, and that’s where we’re staying. Unfortunately, there are some who try to draw us back to the dark side. They come, they try, and they fail. And we move on,” he says matter-of-factly. With a gleam in his eye, he adds, “I’m open to a full-body inspection. Just to ease your mind, of course.”
“Well then, sir, I’m going to inspect every inch of you. Starting here,” I say, and kiss the shell of his ear, then make my way down his body, fulfilling my need and his.
NINETEEN
Love of a Good Woman
WILDCARD
I’ve never been worshiped. Always thought that it was my job to make sure Charlotte was feeling the love I have for her. Making love to my woman makes me feel alive, and hearing her sensual moans only pushes me to make it better for her.
Today, she’s taking care of me. She starts by tugging my arm to lead us back to the bedroom, then she runs her hands over my chest, ever so slowly, tantalizing my skin. She motions for me to turn around, and her lips press against my shoulder. Fingertips and her warm breath move across my skin. Her hands slide to my front and skim across my abs, then lower, and lower still, until she reaches her mark. Even through the material of my PJ bottoms, I feel her warmth.
Gently, she pulls off the pants. With my back still to her, she glides her hands, touching, kneading, kissing, and nipping. When she’s ready, she turns me and pushes me lightly. I follow orders and fall onto my back on the bed, tucking my arm beneath my head so I can prop myself up to watch the show.
Her clothes drop to the floor, and she sits on her haunches at the foot of the bed. Charli runs her hands over my feet and ankles, massaging and rubbing out the kinks and aches. She moves higher and stops short of my cock. That’s when she starts from the top.
She trails her mouth over my cheek and neck. When she indulges in a deep kiss on my mouth, I grab the back of her head to hold her to me. I know Charlotte is loving on me, but I can’t help myself. The sweet nectar of her lips is like a drug, and I’m addicted. Eventually, I ease off and let her continue. She kisses every scar, murmuring sweet words like “I love you,” “You’re everything to me.”
When she wraps a fist around my length, I’m already hard for her. Her soft skin glides over my cock, and she tightens her grip while her lips close over the tip. Her little pink tongue takes its time to lick and slide over my sensitive slit.
“Jesus, baby,” I gasp, throwing my head back, shutting my eyes tight to keep from coming. “Gotta stop, or this will be over sooner than I’d like,” I manage to grit out. I tug on her hair, pulling her off my cock. I’ve always prided myself on holding off my release until I hear my partner get off. Never have I been tempted like today.
Sweet Jesus, she does one more sweep with her tongue, then thankfully, she moves, placing her knees on other side of my hips. Charli pats the bandage and asks, “Is this okay?”
“You can’t stop now, dollface. That would be cruel.”
“I don’t want to hurt you. You need to be still,” she says. I nod, agreeing, but there’s no fucking way I’m going to be able to do that. I’ll accept the consequences of popped stitches, but no way in hell am I going to stop this now.
“Whatever you say, baby,” I whisper, pulling her close and kissing her deeply until she’s melting into me.
Charli pulls back, taking hold of my hands, then comes down on my cock, little by little, biting her lower lip. She’s going nice and slow, doing it for me, to make sure I’m not hurting.
Fuck! She’s going slow for me! She’s taking care of me. I can’t remember the last time anyone had this kind of love for me. It’s me who begs her to go faster, to give me more. Still moving cautiously, she gives me what I need, never letting go of my hands. At the same time, I hear the hitch in her breath, her moans become louder, and she’s right there with me.
“Give it to me, baby. I wanna hear you call my name,” I say, my voice ragged and needy. I need her to come. “Together, gorgeous.”
Charli comes down hard and fast, swiveling her hips when she does, throwing her head back, lips parted, her breasts jutting out toward me with her back arched. She’s a siren, calling to me, and I respond with my own grunts and groans, mingling with my name escaping her lips.
* * *
Several month later…
It’s been quiet in the Pride, or as quiet as it can get. Guard and the other presidents are working to maintain peace in our territories. We owe markers for their help, but they know our boundaries and respect them. Business as usual, which means Hammer, Roscoe, and I are back to bounty hunting. Priest is on the mend. He’s working through physiotherapy and is working out like a demon to get his body in shape.
He’s always been lean and in shape, but now he’s built like a boxer. His upper body strength is off the charts. Priest and I started working out together when Saint finally gave him the go-ahead. We push each other to be better.
Priest was put on desk duty at first on Ghost’s orders, and after Priest’s constant nagging, he’s let him ride out with me on a skip today. You would’ve thought he won a lottery from his reaction. The even-keeled man we call Priest actually whooped it up. “Yeah, finally!” he exclaims.
Roscoe shakes his head and walks back to help Hammer with paperwork from their last job. I rarely go out into the field, but this is an easy one and gives me a chance to keep my skills sharp. We hop into the truck and head on down the highway.
