"When I get home tonight, will you spoon me and make love slow?" I ask breathlessly between intense thrusts.
"Of course, sweetheart."
He slams into my greedy walls again. “Shit, Declan,” I cry out as my orgasm rips through my body.
My husband bites my neck and unloads his cum inside my pussy.
I drop a hand to his firm ass and squeeze. Our chests rise and fall as we hold each other a moment longer. Declan lowers me gently. My legs tremble as I try to stand steady.
“Seriously, you’re not going to let me clean up?” I say.
He pulls his boxers and jeans back up. “Nope,” he rasps, fastening his belt.
Declan sinks to his knees, retrieving my panties from his pocket and helping me slip into them. I watch the biker who’s had so much blood on his hands help me into my panties.
Our mixture drips down my thigh. He darts to the bathroom and returns with a damp paper towel. Gently, he wipes the mess from my thigh before tossing it away.
I smooth down my oversized taupe crew neck mini sweater dress with its billowy sleeves.
“You realize this dress is way too short, right?” he growls, shrugging into his leather cut.
I’m grateful he caught our mess before it slipped into my knee-high suede boots.
My gaze lands on his road name stitched on his chest pocket.
‘Brutal’. It’s a statement piece.
My husband is brutal on the road and in our bed. I slick my tongue over my lips at the thought of how good I feel right now.
“The boutique owner should be seen in what every tourist will crave,” I grin.
I take a paper towel and some cleaning spray, then wipe the shelf clean. The air is thick with the mingling scents of sex, citrus, musk, and vanilla cologne.
Declan gathers the clothes scattered on the floor, stacking them neatly on the shelf. Holding one shirt against his chest, he folds each sleeve with a practiced ease. The lengths this man would go for me.
I reach out, taking the shirt from his large hands and continue folding.
Once we finish tidying up, Declan slips my hand into his and guides me toward the door.
“Remember, one of my brothers will be nearby to watch over you and your team. You won’t see them, but I swear one will be lurking in the shadows.”
I nod.
A senator Glenn worked with sent a minion to Hassle. The senator wants to make sure I don’t hold another flash drive that could expose even more powerful figures in their twisted circle. Should’ve known Glenn or his cousin leaked the news about the flash drive to one of those privileged bastards.
Declan looks down at me one final time. I crane my neck, catching the heavy worry in his green eyes.
If I had never taken that flash drive, my life wouldn’t be threatened. I’d do it all again to save the women and children President Chandler’s team freed. Governor Magarelli told Declan he’d let him do what he wanted with rotten Senator Abe Michaelson of Texas.
I can’t wait until my husband, and his brothers get their hands on the pedo. I’d love to say I feel like everything will be handled seamlessly. I have to be realistic. We’re dealing with a powerful man who wants to protect his reputation. Must be pretty bad if he’s teamed up with Delaware Wicked MCs. I heard they dabble in sex-trafficking.
We walk out the backroom into the boutique. A smile lifts my cheeks at the fully stocked racks and tables. The pink and yellow walls give the shop a vibrant feel.
“Meridea, you look fabulous,” Deanna says, grinning.
“Thank you.”
Her gaze drifts down my outfit. “I don’t know how you kept that gorgeous dress intact while dealing with my brother.”
