“And why is that?”
“You’re gonna need the fuel for stamina.”
“I think I’ve got it covered.”
“I don’t know...” she pauses long enough to unbutton her shirt. “It could take all night.”
I grab my crotch and give my cock a tug over my jeans. “I’m up for the challenge.” I bring her back in, holding her gaze. Stroking my fingers along her jaw, I brush away the sins of our past. Tonight is the first day of the rest of our lives. I’ve waited long enough. Waited my whole damn life for her. Alexa has been more than patient. “Love you, Lex.”
“I know,” she whispers and unbuttons her jeans.
I want to fuck her in every damn room of this clubhouse.
A big fuck you to Ruthie and Lion.
Chapter Thirty-three
James slides the straps of my red lace bra down my arms. “Always have loved you in red.”
I lick my lips. “That’s why I chose this one,” I confess. His dark eyes bore into me with such intensity I could catch fire. I'll never get over the way he looks at me like there's no one else he'll ever want more than me. Nothing he'll ever crave more than this. More than us. Our one spark created a wildfire that's been burning for years. Decimating everything in our path. Nothing can douse the flames. I'll burn and yearn for this man till the day I die and maybe even after in Heaven or Hell. I’d follow him anywhere. What we have is a ride or die love, and for James I’ve risked it all over and over again.
My motorcycle man walks me back toward the window that overlooks his outlaw kingdom. Loud music echoes through the clubhouse. The roar of engines sound.
All his men below, ready to ride for him at will. Ready to die all in the name of loyalty and brotherhood. I too am at his command. The Prez shows no mercy. I’ll do as he pleases. I stare down at the party, waiting in anticipation for his next move. The heat of my man presses against me from behind as he sweeps my hair to one side.
I’ve tried to fight it but there’s no denying that he is mine, and I am his in every way imaginable. He kisses me between my shoulder blades, carving a path down my spine with his lips, stopping only when he reaches the dimples above my ass. My body has changed over the years, and I don’t have the perfect one I once did. I’ve gained weight. I have scars, wrinkles, and stretchmarks, but when he touches me all my imperfections fade. When James touches me, I know he cherishes every inch. Hooking his fingers under the waistline of my thong he drags the red lace material down my legs, tapping the backs of each heel for me to step out.
There’s nothing better than the rough pads of his fingers on my skin except him inside me. My body quivers as the cool glass of the window hits my taut nipples. James doesn’t waste any time. Lining our bodies up, he enters me with one deep thrust that has me crying out in pure ecstasy.
“Always fucking wet for me, baby. That pretty little pussy is so eager and greedy. Fucking soaked.” He pulls out and slides right back in. My body molded to the shape of him. Two halves of one whole. There’s never been a more perfect fit than the way my pussy curves to his dick.
I brace my palms on the windowsill. When he starts to move my body...mostly my hip bones take a beating against the lower half of the brick wall that sits under the window.
He fucks me so hard my bones may crack. I can’t breathe as he pounds relentlessly giving me every brutal but achingly- beautiful inch. Colors burst dancing behind my eyes. I see stars in every shade as my orgasm quakes through my body. I jolt and jerk against him.
“That’s it, Lex. Come all over your cock.” Yanking my hair, he tugs my head back to claim my mouth, cutting off my air, as I pant into his mouth. Sweat drips between us. He breaks away from our kiss letting out a deafening groan, spilling his release inside me.
James severs our connection. “You still on the pill?” he questions breathily in my ear.
I shake my head, unable to catch my breath long enough to answer.
“Good,” he growls, pushing his fingers up in me. “What would you say if I told you I want another baby with you.”
My eyes grow big and round as the full moon coming out from behind the clouds. “I’d say you’ve totally lost what little of your mind you have left.”
“You wouldn’t want another?”
I tense as he pumps his fingers in and out, about to bring me to another orgasm. “If it happened then I’d have to come to terms, but no. We’re in a different stage in our lives. But it’s not going to happen. The shooting. I can’t carry another baby.”
“Fucking Ruthie?” at the mention of her we both lose our interest in my getting off a second time.
“Yeah.”
James steps away, going to the bathroom. “God damn cunt. Shoulda put a bullet between her eyes,” he mutters before slamming the door.
Well that went over well. I leave him to work through his anger alone. Opening one of the drawers of his dresser, I dig out a t-shirt and slip it over my head. The black worn cotton swallows me like a tent. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I run my fingers through my hair, working out the tats. Another baby isn’t something I’d want. We have a granddaughter, and I selfishly want him all to myself. I don’t want to share him. I’ve waited too long for this. For him.
The bathroom door opens, and he stands there quietly observing me. “C’mere,” he says finally, and I go to him. His
