“Move that ass,” he growled and slapped my ass hard, snapping me out of the daydream. I leaned into him, pushing my hands down hard on his chest as I started rolling my hips. Rolling faster. Moving harder. Up and down, my ass moved as I rode him like he wanted me to. Like I wanted to win a race and the finish line was just in sight.
The bed creaked loud. My moans filled the room. But I couldn’t hear any of it, oblivious to everything other than how my clit was on fire, throbbing and swollen. I was going to come.
I cried out and straightened up while my tits bounced wildly.
I let myself go completely—like I had never done before. Like I didn’t know I could. But Ghost had opened up a whole new world to me. I was a different person with him. Someone who wasn’t afraid.
We came together again. His cum shot up inside me and my juices flooded down his cock. I collapsed on him as soon as my orgasm started to subside. We were both breathing hard but he held onto me tightly. I could hear his heart going thump, thump, thump in his chest, a beautiful sound. I loved how strong he was.
I looked up at him, resting my chin on his chest and meeting his eyes.
“What do you want to do now?” he asked.
I hadn’t really thought about it. I wasn’t expecting things to turn out the way they did. I was just dropping in to tell him how I felt, thinking he would reject me. I expected him to laugh at my face and tell me I was an idiot.
Nothing better than a stripper.
But Ghost had surprised me by telling me he would never let me go. Seemed he wanted the same thing I did.
A smile grew on my face.
I was in love with him, and there was only one thing to do now.
“Maybe we can go for a ride? I want you to meet someone very special to me,” I said. Ghost searched my eyes but I could see he knew exactly who I was talking about.
19
Ghost
Mercy drove this time. She insisted on it and I couldn’t remember the last time I’d sat in a car in the passenger seat. Mercy was a cautious driver and all I could do the whole time I was beside her was stare at the adorable way her nose crinkled up when she was concentrating on the road.
I had an idea of where she was driving us to. She wanted me to meet her grandmother. This wasn’t something I did, nor was it something I was good at. I wasn’t great around strangers, especially not when I knew I was under pressure to make a good impression.
But I wanted to do this for Mercy, knew it was important to her.
We parked outside their apartment building and as we took off our seat belts, she turned to me.
“Are you okay with this? Sorry I didn’t warn you.”
“I kinda knew where we were going. It’s not a big surprise. It’s obvious you want me to meet your grandmother because she’s your only family and I know her opinion is important to you. So, yeah, it’s cool.”
She smiled, then Mercy reached her hands out toward me and I held them in my lap. She looked excited and nervous at the same time.
“I would love to meet your family too, Ghost, but you said you grew up in foster homes. Are you close to anybody at all from your past?” she asked.
I grinned and shook my head.
“You’ve met my family already. My brothers at the MC are the only real family I have.”
She smiled like she understood. I was glad she did because it was one of the most important factors of my life. Any woman who was going to share my life with me would have to understand the importance of what I did and how the MC worked. It seemed Mercy had made up her mind on it already.
She’d chosen me.
We stepped out of the car and I held her hand as we walked up to the door. She threw me nervous sideways glances and I smiled at her every time. If I was being completely honest, I was kinda nervous too, unsure of what to say or how to behave. I had never been around normal family members before.
Mercy had a key to the apartment and let herself in. I could hear the television in the living room. She led me toward it.
The apartment was small but cozy, maybe the kind of place a family would have spent their whole lives in. Mercy’s grandmother was sitting in a big armchair with a blanket on her knees. She hadn’t heard us coming in, and I didn’t think I had met anybody so frail, like her bones would crack if I touched her.
“Grandma, hi, it’s me,” Mercy called out. She hadn’t let go of my hand.
The old lady turned in her chair, a little startled, and then her watery eyes fell on Mercy, then on me. Then she looked at how we were holding hands. At first I thought she was going to cry out. Maybe she was shocked. But then a soft smile broke out on her face. She was pleased.
“Hello, dear. Who have you brought home to me?” she said and the tension immediately seemed to cease in the room.
“It’s Ghost; you remember me talking about him, don’t you?” Mercy said and she led me to the couch.
“Come over here where I can see you properly,” her grandmother said and I sat down on the side of the couch closest to her.
Mercy remained standing, watching us.
Her grandmother took my hand in hers. I was afraid to touch her, afraid to break her. But she seemed to have a solid grip and looked me over with her gray eyes. Even though she may
