"Except you didn't mention the first thing that I need you to do." He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of her sweatpants, her panties, and pulled both clothing articles down.
She lifted her foot, then the other one, and kicked the material away. "And what is that?"
"Get naked, so I can fuck you." He captured her mouth, taking her down to the couch.
Bubbles released in her stomach, and she laughed. He still wore his leather jacket and all his clothes. Her amusement fled with the jingle of his belt buckle swinging as he ripped open the buttoned fly of his 501s.
He took out his cock, stroking it to full hardness. She put her leg over the back of the couch. Her attraction toward him had no limits. She found herself ready and willing whenever he snapped his fingers. Between running the apartments and Wyatt working away from home and the motorcycle club, they'd learned to take advantage of any time they found to be together.
Already excited over the news of participating in the Blackfoot Tournament, she reached down her body and took his dick in hand, stroking until he started pushing against her hand. Then she lifted her butt off the couch and placed the head of his cock at her entrance.
Wyatt thrust inside of her. She moaned, rubbing his chest.
He slipped his hand down her body to finger her clit, working his magic over her body. She squeezed his muscles and hooked her legs behind his thighs. He came to her rugged and determined. There was never any guessing with Wyatt.
He wanted her. Anytime. Anywhere.
She loved that about him.
Tweaking his nipples, she arched against him. Her sex spasmed, hypersensitive. Her body, on the edge of something wonderful, moved underneath him. Her mind played with the fact that he'd given her the most beautiful things in her life. Him. His children. Her dreams.
Her heart full, she gave to him as he plunged and withdrew his cock. He circled and teased between her legs with his finger. Her pelvis lifted, dipped, and matched his rhythm. Her clit throbbed on the brink.
He raised up on his arm, thrusting into her deeper. That was it.
Her entire body spiraled into an orgasm. She shuddered, gasping for breath as her pussy spasmed.
Wyatt moved his hand away from between her legs, bracing his arms on the couch and plunged inside of her. Absorbed in his eyes, she witnessed the moment his pleasure consumed him.
His hooded eyes closed for a brief, beautiful moment and he sighed, sinking to his elbows. She wrapped her arms around him.
"My heart is bursting," she whispered, kissing his neck. "I love you so much."
He raised his head, captured her face in his hands, and against her lips, whispered, "I love you."
She had everything she could possibly want. Most days, she had to pinch herself to know she wasn't dreaming.
Epilogue1988
BEER CANS DANGLING on strings and tied to the back of the Harley clattered on the street. Wyatt pulled into the apartment complex. Going to the end of the parking lot, he entered the private driveway atop fresh, black asphalt.
Slowing, he parked in front of the garage, gazing up at the two-story house he'd built and finished two days ago. Yesterday, the building inspector signed off on the project, and today, Joey would move out of her apartment, and he and the kids would move out of theirs.
The moment sealed in time by marriage vows he'd repeated to Joey at the courthouse thirty minutes ago and witnessed by Jess and Travis.
Above the door, he'd hung a sign he'd made in his spare time.
The Carr Family
Wyatt ~ Joey ~ Jess ~ Travis
Est. 1988
After Joey had won the Blackfoot Tournament and the two-hundred and fifty-thousand-dollar pot, she'd announced that she no longer wanted to restore the Unit C apartments. In the next breath, she wanted the building bulldozed down and the memory of her and Travis being held hostage by Dean Miller gone.
He'd already planned to build a home for his family. It only made sense to build their place on the vacant property. That way, Joey could remain close and still manage the apartments, but they would all live under one roof and start their life together.
He never imagined his suggestion to construct the house where the Unit C apartments once stood would cause a flood of tears to the women in the family. Joey cried off and on for a week. Happy tears, she'd said. Jess, well, his daughter cried because someone else was crying. He and Travis could only sit back and let the females do their thing.
He parked and shut off the engine. Today couldn't have gone better. Joey wore his ring and had become is wife.
Joey slipped off the motorcycle and straightened her short, white sundress. He gazed at her red heels, wondering why in the hell he'd asked the MC club to come over and help them move today. All he wanted to do was take his bride upstairs to their bedroom.
She kissed him before he could get off the motorcycle. "I'm so happy."
"Love you, Mrs. Carr." He hooked her neck, taking another kiss. "Are you ready to move into our home?"
"I can't wait." She wiggled. "I'm going to run home...to the apartment and change my clothes so I can help."
"I'll keep the guys out of there until you're finished." He got off the bike. "Tyler's bringing the kids back in a little while. They're going to grab a bunch of pizzas to feed everyone who helps with the move."
In the grass, she turned. "Oh, that reminds me. When you ordered the keg, I had them put it in the rec center. The tap is in my apartment. I'll bring it with me when I come back."
"Joey," shouted Mrs. Danski
