Josie yelped in surprise and followed with a laugh. Music to his fucking ears.
He took off her shirt and guided her down until she was spread out prone on the counter. She shivered, her nipples peaking, at the coolness of the Formica against her back.
He moved to the end, between her legs. Rubbing her thighs, he took in her hair, spread over the counter. Her breasts falling wide on her slim chest. His cock pulsed.
He'd take her over food any day, any week, any year.
Wrapping his hands around her ankles, he lifted her feet to the surface of the counter. He gazed down, and his balls constricted. Pulling her hips toward him, he lowered his head.
She moaned, and he held on to her ankles, keeping her in place.
He flicked his tongue over the folds of her pussy. She squirmed, but he held on to her, not letting her fall.
Penetrating her with his tongue, he added small bites to her lower lips before circling her clit. Her hand landed on the top of his head, and she pulled him closer. Urged on, he slipped his tongue inside.
Her wetness covered his face. Rubbing his beard between her legs, he continued to assault her clit. Teasing and withdrawing. Plunging and licking.
His nuts ached in pleasure as he worked to wind her up tighter before easing back before she could find release.
"Ya, ya, ya," she crooned, lifting her pelvis.
He pulled back, blowing softly between her legs. Not letting her come. Not yet.
Raising his head, he met her gaze. Her eyes had grown soft and sleepy.
He knew neither one of them would last long. They'd both worked all day and hadn't seen each other for eight hours straight. He needed his other half. And she needed him.
He let go of her ankles and grabbed her hands. Pulling her into a sitting position, he lifted her off the counter and set her on her feet. Before she could touch him, he turned her toward the peninsula and pushed her upper body forward.
Her proud, straight spine in front of him. He reached around and cupped the heavy weight of her breasts and fisted the base of his cock with his other hand.
Entering her slowly, he slid into her wetness. He looked down, reveling in the slickness coating his cock as he glided in her.
Sweet agony got ahold of him.
Josie panted. A harsh exhale from her came with each of his thrusts.
The pressure in his cock brought his hand off her breast, and he grabbed her hips. "You're so damn tight, sweetheart."
For the last several weeks, they'd thrown out the condoms. He'd gotten her a script from the doctor at the clubhouse for birth control. There was no going back. He needed that skin to skin contact.
That ownership.
That proof.
Easing in and out, he leaned over her back and nipped her shoulder. "I fucking love you."
"I. Love. You. Too." She panted, arching her head back.
With each plunge, she rocked back against him. Her pussy tightened, stroking him harder. He put most of his weight on his good leg and kept the rhythm she'd set.
They came one after another. Her first. Then, he lost control. When they stilled, he pulled her up. His cock slipped out of her, and he shuddered at the intensity of leaving her body.
The phone rang before he could catch his breath. She moaned in disappointment. He stepped to the side and picked up the receiver. Gruffly, he said, "Yeah?"
"It's Whip. I'm heading over there." Whip hung up.
He returned the receiver to the phone. "Fuck."
"Problem." She slipped the t-shirt back over her head and stepped toward the bathroom.
"Whip is on his way here." He eyed her long, sexy legs. "Better put some clothes on."
"I'm jumping in the shower again." She looked over her shoulder. "Then, I'll put some coffee on."
"Skip the coffee." He followed her down the hallway. "He won't feel like drinking anything when I finish with him."
Josie stopped in front of the bathroom and turned around. "Why?"
"Because I'm going to beat the shit out of him." He continued into the bedroom.
She followed him. "Wait. What? Why would you hurt him? You like Whip."
"Because he has it coming." He pulled on his jeans, forgetting the boxers. He wasn't planning on staying dressed for long. As soon as his MC brother left, he planned to take Josie to bed.
"Should I even ask?"
"No."
She raised her brows and backed out of the room. "Yell if you need me."
He chuckled. Besides the limp and the scars, he'd fully recovered. Now, if he could regain his strength after being laid up for three months, he'd feel better about going on the run to California at the end of the month.
After he finished lacing up his boots, he walked out to the living room, using that time to adjust his step to the heaviness added to his foot. Eyeing his vest, he refused to put it on.
What he needed to do had nothing to do with Tarkio.
The hum of the shower started. He lit a cigarette and stepped outside.
A snowbird tweeted in the bush at the corner of the house at his interruption. He exhaled a stream of smoke, catching a glimpse of gray sky through the break in the clouds.
With evidence of the overcast weather, a chill settled on his bare upper body. He harrumphed, amused at himself. Josie had him paying attention to everything around him.
Almost every fucking morning, he would find her standing outside on the front step, watching the horizon for the sun coming up. It was her time. A ritual she needed in her life.
He'd discovered if he was quiet, she shared that calmness she gained by welcoming the morning with him before they both went their separate ways— her to Banks' Body Shop while he went to the clubhouse.
Their routine helped him stay sober. She always seemed to know when he was getting caught up in the past. She made him stronger.
Whip rounded the corner and headed toward the house.
