“T.. t.. tie me up?” Oaklee breathed, her tongue coming out to swipe at her plump bottom lip, leaving the most enticing trail of wetness, I had no choice but to taste it. Parting my lips, my mouth descended on hers, our eyes still holding each other, as I reacquainted myself with her taste. It had been far too long since I’d had this flavour on my tongue, and soon, very soon, I was going to familiarise myself with another taste that was uniquely Oaklee the moment I got her back to her place.
“Yeah, baby, but trust me, you are going to love it,” I grinned against her lips, chuckling at her wide-eyed and delighted response to my punishment.
“I do trust you, honey, that was never in doubt, and neither was how much I love you,” she whispered, a sassy smile forming on her lips.
“I better go talk to your mum, then maybe we should get Thayer out of here. This many bikers in one room can only mean trouble if you get my meaning.” Smirking, Oaklee nodded her head towards her friend. Slanting my face enough to look at Thayer, I choked out a laugh when I saw her staring at the men of the Wounded Souls with shocked, wide eyes and … drooling?
“Thay,” Oaklee muttered in warning, obviously seeing what I was.
“So many bikers, so much leather,” Thayer mumbled as if in a trance. “Are any of them single?”
“No!” Oaklee and I yelled at the same time, then both of us bursting into laughter.
Forgetting about Thayer and her appetite for men in leather, I kissed my girl once more, then tucked her head into my neck and sighed.
“I love you, baby, but Thayer is banned from the compound,” I declared, squeezing her tight.
“Agreed,” Oaklee giggled.
And fuck if that wasn’t the best sound in the world.
“Fuck, yes! Baby, fuck yes!” I roared into the soft skin of Oaklee’s neck, my teeth sinking in, marking her as my dick released rope after rope of cum into my girl’s soaked pussy. Her tight cunt milking me so hard stars burst behind my lids, rendering me blind for a brief time.
“Oh Lord, Cole, yes baby, I’m coming again,” Oaklee cried out without necessity to do so because I could feel her tightness choking my pained and raw cock without needing to be warned.
Holding Oaklee in my embrace, her back to my front, her leg thrown over my thigh. Our arms wrapped so tightly together as we rekindled our connection after so long without it.
Desperate to get some air back into my lungs after coming harder than I ever have in my life. For hours, Oaklee and I made love, fucked and made love again. After finally getting away from the strip club, not before Oaklee and my mum worked out their issues. I put her on my bike, sped back to her place, not the rental, carried her inside, and stripped her of her clothes. My intention had been to fuck her hard after seeing that prick all over her lap, but when I removed her clothing and saw the damage that was starting to happen to her already slender body, all the anger from that vision drained out of me immediately.
I fell to my knees and cried when I saw how far out her bones protruded compared to a month and a half ago, the slight concave of her belly, and the widening gap between her thighs. All of that damage was on me, and no one else, not my dad or mum, or even Oaklee’s fucked up parents. It belonged to me, and by Christ, that fucking hurt.
Oaklee’s sweet words still rang in my ears, mixed with her moans and sexy sighs.
“I’m not going back there, honey, I promise. This is just a bump in the road, I pulled myself back, and all it took was seeing your handsome face when I closed my eyes. The memory of your voice when you call me your Temptress, the fierce way you love me and protect me. I can beat anything, with you by my side, loving me, and loving you back just as much.”
Oaklee’s strength and her unequivocal faith in me … in us humbled me. In turn, it gave me the courage to believe that I can be so much more than what I had let myself become over the years. Serving in the military gave me the purpose I needed to be the best soldier I could be, but it was Oaklee’s love; her utter devotion and her acceptance gave me the light that overtook the darkness, that made me the best man I could be and wanted to be.
Finally, I knew who I was—a ghost when it was called for, yes. But more importantly, I was a man deeply in love and looking forward to a lifetime of light and happiness with the woman who was made for me.
Only for me.
“Don’t ever leave me, baby, don’t take away your light,” I pleaded, not giving a shit that I sounded like a sap.
Oaklee turned her head on the pillow, her hair a lovely mess from our lovemaking, her green eyes shining with sated desire.
“Not likely, Rambo, but if you ever get the feeling again, you can tie me to the bed until you satisfy yourself that I am never going anywhere. Deal?”
“Sounds good to me, Temptress,” I growled, rolling her over on top of me. Her hair surrounding us like a veil of black silk. Closing my eyes, I tucked her face into the crook of my neck, our sweaty, spent bodies so close you couldn’t fit a sheet of paper between us.
Damn, this is what life was all about.
The love of the perfect woman.
My woman.
My future.
My light.
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