“It’s not that,” Reaper says, surprising me. “It’s just… never mind.”
“Do you really think I’m going to just let that comment go?”
My old friend sighs. “I guess it doesn’t seem so terrible to have a partner,” he hedges. “I mean, I don’t know the first thing about being in a relationship. I’d probably be terrible at it.”
“For the right person, you’ll figure it the fuck out,” I tell him. Reaper blows out a breath, and I get the hint to change the subject. “Anyway, what’s the update?”
“We’re closing in on the location of the new auction house. Still don’t know who is behind it on the local side, but it has to be a large group of people supporting this whole vile thing.”
“Do you need anything from me? Ground support? Money?”
“Not at the moment. My brothers at Wicked Riders are on it. We’re staking out a few locations, and then we’ll send someone in once we’ve narrowed it down. I’ll take care of this shit here in Denver, and you work on leads in other cities. There are Wicked Riders chapters all across the country. We’ll root out these fuckers for good when the time comes.”
“Sounds like you have a good plan. I expect another call if anything changes.”
“Will you pick up this time?”
“If I’m not with my woman, yes.”
“I guess that’s the best I can ask for,” he mutters. I chuckle at his response, then hang up.
Walking back into the bathroom, I pause to appreciate Jaylin’s naked body as she’s stretched out in the tub. I shouldn’t be having lustful thoughts after what we’ve been through today, but I don’t think I’ll ever stop craving her.
“Stop staring and do something already,” she says, peering at me with one eye open. She grins, and relief floods through my system. She’s really okay. Banged up, but still my sweet, sassy girl.
“Let’s get you in bed,” I tell her, holding out my hand. She accepts my offer and lets me dry her off before tucking her into bed naked.
I strip down as well and crawl under the covers next to her, needing to be closer. Jaylin snuggles against me, her back pressed against my front. I drape my body around hers in a protective hold and kiss the back of her neck.
“Mmm, that feels good.” She wiggles her ass against me, but I stop her movement with a hand on her hip.
“You need rest, love,” I tell her. “There will be plenty of time for other activities once you’re feeling better.”
“But what if being with you will make me feel better?”
I hesitate for a moment, weighing the options. I never want to deny Jaylin anything, but I think she needs sleep more than she needs my dick. “Just close your eyes for a bit. If you’re still awake in thirty minutes, I’ll help you fall asleep.”
She smirks, then yawns. I grin at her, knowing I made the right choice. My poor girl is asleep after a few short moments, no doubt exhausted from everything that happened. I drift off with my girl in my arms, protecting her from the whole damn world.
I wake up in the middle of the night with an ache only Jaylin can satisfy. I know I told her to rest, but now I wish I had taken her up on her offer. Still, I hold myself back, not wanting to hurt her in any way.
When she stirs in her sleep, a soft moan escapes her lips. My cock springs to life, growing rock solid in a split second. Is she having filthy dreams about me?
We’re in the same position as when we fell asleep. I bury my face in Jaylin’s hair, breathing her in. Then, I kiss her neck, sucking and nibbling the tender spot where it meets her shoulder. She stirs and moans quietly.
I rock against her, letting her feel my need.
"Renzo?" she asks in a half-awake, half-asleep voice.
“Yeah, angel,” I whisper. “Do you need something from me?”
“Mmm… yes…”
I groan and nuzzle her shoulder, slipping my hand in between her legs and finding her clit. I massage the ball of nerves, causing her to jerk in my arms. Jaylin is already wet for me, and it makes me impossibly harder.
“Fuck, Jaylin, love this dripping pussy. Is this all for me?” I dip a finger into her entrance and slide her slick cum up and down her slit.
She moans again, pressing her ass into my hard cock and grinding against me. I rub her swollen bundle of nerves, groaning when I feel her body spark to life beneath my touch. She’s so close, so goddamn close. Her cream drips out of her as she writhes in my arms. I hold her there, keeping her orgasm just beneath the surface. I feel it claw at her insides, making her whimper with each breath.
