“A beautiful messy whore. Are you my whore, Micki?”
I whimpered, aching, because I loved him like this, taking me, using me, only me.
“I’m going to come down your throat. Deep breath, baby.”
He eased out, allowing me just long enough to fill my lungs. Then I held my breath and wildly worked my clit. My mind numbed. Shadows and sparks danced in my eyes as darkness clouded into my peripheral vision. This was the high. The euphoric climax. My limbs grewheavy and, deep inside, I trembled and quivered as flares of light exploded behind my closed eyes.
“Fuck.” Cruz cursed, and the first burst of his bitter fluids splashed the back of my throat.
I lifted my gaze to his. Tears blurred my vision. I groaned, unable to move my head, as I tried to swallow. But his cock filled my mouth, blocking my airway, and bruising my throat.
With a final spurt, he ripped his cock from my mouth and painted my lips with the last of his release. I gasped, straining to fill my lungs. The rush of oxygen left me surging with adrenaline yet suspended in a mind-numbing high.
Cruz loosened his grasp on my hair, trailed his fingers along the side of my face, and grazed my cheek with his thumb. Sitting back on my heels, I swayed with his touch. Dropping down next to me, he braced one arm around my back and the other slid under my ass and to my knees. Then he scooped me into his arms.
“My turn.” He set me on the bed, butterflied my thighs, and closed his mouth over my pussy. “This is my pussy, Micki. Mine.”
A feral growl rolled out of me. I curled my fingers into his hair, anchored him to my pussy, and thrust my hips to grind against his mouth. Lips, teeth, and tongue devoured me. Sucking, licking, and oh my god, he grazed his teeth along my sensitive clit.
I cried out as he drove me hard and fast toward my impending climax, pushing me until I was freefalling over the edge into a mindless abyss of quivers and shudders. My back arched, and he continued his unrelenting assault on my pussy. I fisted the bedding as pleasure burned low in my belly.
He licked the length of my slit then pressed the flat of his tongue hard to my clit, and I shattered. One violent spasm rolled into the next.
“That’s my beautiful whore.” Cruz slammed two fingers inside me and finger fucked me through my orgasm. As the last flutter rippled through me, he pulled his fingers from my core and shoved them into my mouth. “Taste how sweet you are.”
I sucked him clean as that wicked grin that made me weak curled his lips. A low moan unfurled from my chest, climbing up my throat, and slipping past my lips. I sucked his fingers hard, hollowing my cheeks as he pulled his fingers from my mouth. My gaze lingered on his as my heart slowed, and I drifted back from the high of coming hard.
“Make room,” he whispered.
I scooted back on the bed and tucked my legs under the blanket.
Once he was next to me, I snuggled against him, draped my arm over his chest, and kissed the tatted skin of his shoulder. For several long moments we just breathed, simmering in the aftermath of coming down from orgasmic freaking bliss.
“Did you talk to Blue?” I finally asked.
A low growl rumbled from him and into me. He turned his head and slid his mouth across mine.
I laughed, breaking the kiss. “Is that your way of shutting me up?”
I wanted to ask him if he’d talked to Dozer. Cruz would pretend not getting the patch hadn’t gutted him, to know they still didn’t think he was ready to be a Heller.
I didn’t really get the whole prospecting thing. My dad was part of a motorcycle group. He paid dues,volunteered, and had track day events. It was all about riding bikes fast. But for these guys, it went beyond motorcycles as a hobby. The club was their identity.
I traced circles on Cruz’s chest with my fingers, and he tunneled his through my hair. “What more do you have to do to get the patch?” I asked.
He sighed. “Put in the work here at the clubhouse. Do whatever I’m told to do. Work the bar, clean up, help out. Basically, be their bitch.” His gaze lingered on mine. With a fingertip, he followed the arch of my brow. “It’s not supposed to be easy. It’s to prove they can trust I’ll have their back. And to show me that they’ll always have mine.”
“Dozer’s a good friend. He wouldn’t fuck you over.”
“I know. I need to talk to you. There’s a situation. I don’t want to fight about it. And believe me, I get that we’ve had problems in the past. But we’re good.”
Lying next to him, I angled my head back to look at his face. “I’m not mad anymore about yesterday. I know why you don’t want to go to the track. But my dad only sees the aftermath of us.” The fights, the tears, the breaking up, and getting back together. My dad wouldn’t understand the breaking up for us was like foreplay. A restart. We always got back together. “I want him to know you like I do.”
“I get that the track is important to you. I’ll go.” He kissed my forehead. “I’ll hate it.”
I cuddled up to him. “Thank you, and after, I’ll fuck you happy.”
For a few beats of my heart, our breaths filled the silence. This was his love language, being able to hold me, without words, without expectation. He’d never issued declarations of love, but this had to mean something. It meant everything to me.
