“Alright.”
“Hey, it’s gonna be fine.”
“I know. As long as you’re here to distract me.” She was trying to focus on something positive and I was more than happy to move on from the discussion, instantly growing hard as my dick decided it was a great time to show interest. Adjusting myself, I smirked when Sasha noticed.
“So easy to get your cock hard.”
“Fuck, baby,” I growled, circling my arm around her waist, and letting my hand rest on that succulent ass I adored. Our eyes locked and that wicked green I loved so much danced with a hint of mischief mixed with fear. I didn’t like the idea of her being afraid. Pissed me off that someone would make her feel that vulnerable and terrified again. She was making every effort not to focus on the dead cat but I wasn’t fooled.
“I’m here, baby.”
“I know,” she whispered, her voice wavering.
“Need you to trust me. I’ve got this.”
Her bottom lip wobbled and fuck if that didn’t punch me right in the gut.
My hand reached for hers and held tight, palm to palm as our fingers intertwined. “Me and you, Sasha.”
“Me and you,” she repeated, taking a shaky breath.
I leaned down and kissed her, pressing my lips to hers in order to awaken her hunger and help dismiss any uncertainty she had. My own hunger was quick to rise and I deepened the kiss, craving more of her touch and skin against mine. I hauled her up, groaning as her legs wrapped around my waist and her tits smashed into my chest.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I murmured, stealing another kiss.
“Bodie.”
Hearing my name pass through those sweet, plump lips was downright addicting.
“I’m so glad I’m with you.”
Her voice hit me right in that sweet spot, shot like an arrow directly into my heart and left a warmth and contentment behind that was fuckin’ hard to ignore. One of my hands rose to rub my chest at the slight ache left behind. I wasn’t sure what that feeling meant but I didn’t hate it. In fact, I sort of loved the way Sasha had wiggled her way into my life.
She was everything. My ol’ lady. My seductress.
My sexy valentine.
Fuck. I was going to marry her. As soon as possible.
Just thinking of her wearing my brand and my ring was making me harder as my brain quickly filled with lust. My dick was pressing up against the denim of my jeans and I groaned, wanting to fill her pussy as fast as possible.
“The shit you say to me,” I murmured.
She winked, her legs dropping to the ground. “I need to eat. Take me to breakfast.”
“Can I have you for dessert?”
“Not outside. It’s too damn cold,”
She was taunting me and I decided I was fucking my girl before church, one way or another, even if it meant up against the side of the clubhouse. I knew just the spot where the cameras had a slight blind spot. Yeah, I was fucking her outside right after I fed my woman.
“Come on, baby.”
Bodie pulled into the compound and rode his bike farther than usual, taking us around to the back of the building and to a corner that was shady and cool but sheltered on two side from the wind by the repair shop. No windows were on this side which I figured meant no one could see what we were about to do. I knew Bodie was up to something. He didn’t bring me back here without a reason.
My man was horny. No other explanation.
Our gaze met as I slid off the bike and handed over my helmet, watching as he placed it aside and then turned my way, flashing one of his signature grins.
Bodie’s icy blue eyes almost glittered in the light. His chiseled jaw, rippling muscles, and thick arms covered in black ink drew my attention next. With open appraisal, I took in his long legs and tight t-shirt, nearly desperate for a glimpse of his stomach and the sharp V-shaped muscles that I never tired of drooling over. His dark hair fell over his right eye, thick and straight but not too long, just enough to give him a sensual and dangerous edge.
Licking my lips, I popped the button on my jeans, smiling when he growled at the movement.
Damn. We never failed to turn each other on.
Bodie and I kind of did things backward. We didn’t date, just went hot and fast. Skipped the bullshit and tore each other’s clothes off. After that first night, we were constantly touching one another and it never got old. I still wanted him as much as I did the first time we slept together.
As I glanced at the man in front of me, I realized that I wanted to know more than just the sound of his moans and grunts or how hard he fucked when he was turned on. I wanted to know the juicy bits, the real stuff not everyone else knew. Things that mattered like where he grew up, what his childhood was like, what his favorite places to go were and foods to eat. Memories and moments that shaped the man who looked in my direction and winked like he owned the whole damn world.
The guy that I could see spending my future with and have zero regrets.
“You something? I can never get enough of you.”
He chuckled, rising up off the bike and taking a step in my direction. “Baby, I feel the same way.”
“Funny, but I’ve never felt like this with anyone else.”
“Me either, Sasha.” I could tell he meant those words.
“I don’t think we’ll be one of those couples that fuck and get it out of their system and move one, do you?”
He shook his head. “Nope. We kind of went at it hard and fast, didn’t we?” he asked with a murmur, his husky voice wrapping around my body with a warm caress.
“Yeah,” I whispered, locked in his pale blue gaze.
“We missed something important.”
“Oh?” I couldn’t think
