I fucking loved it. This was the LeCharles I wanted in bed. Maybe not outside of bed, but here? Oh, fuck, yes please!
“Oh, shit,” LeCharles said in an urgent tone.
I could feel him swelling in me. I reached back and tried to fondle him, urging him on.
“Come for me, baby,” I said in as sexy a voice as I could manage. “Fuck, yes, LeCharles. Come in me, baby. Come.”
“Ohhh, fuck.”
His thrusts became more staggered and more forceful like he was trying to make every one the one that made him come.
“Fill me, baby,” I said. “Give me everything.”
“Fuck!”
And then, with a cry, he came. He came with a lot more force and cum than I could believe, and his orgasm lasted several seconds as his cock swelled and expelled inside of me. Oh, fuck, that was so hot. It was so hot to know I could still make LeCharles come like that.
Finally, he finished. His hands were sweaty, his body was shaking, and his breathing was heavy. I flipped my hair and looked back with a sense of pride at him, and he just chuckled.
“I... oh, my, oh... ”
“Lost for words?” I said teasingly.
He could only sheepishly nod. He pulled out and collapsed forward. I quickly went into the bathroom, cleaned up, and cuddled up next to him, with him in the same spot as when I’d gone into the bathroom.
“So do this again in half an hour?” I said.
LeCharles laughed.
“Of course, gotta make up for lost time.”
I didn’t want to be “that girl,” but I felt compelled to make a point.
“We’re not making up for lost time, LeCharles,” I said, trying to make my voice as soft as possible. “We’re starting anew. And in this new time, we’re going to go all the way. Till death do us part. Are you game for that?”
He came forward and kissed me. I guess that answered that question.
“Till the end of the universe do us part.”
“Oh, one-upping me, huh?” I said.
LeCharles could only smile.
“Never, not with you, baby,” he said. “Because I love you, Rose.”
This time, actions weren’t the only way I was going to show him the same. I kissed him, of course, but this time, I left no doubt.
“And I love you, LeCharles.”
Epilogue
Two Weeks Later
Isat on the open patio of Bottle Revolution, the de facto new meeting spot for the Black Reapers. We had struck a deal with the owner, Isaac, to get him to extend his closing hours to two in the morning if we promised to have people coming by to drink at least twice a week. Honestly, the deal we struck was extraordinarily in our favor. It wasn’t very hard to negotiate with a man like Isaac, who seemed both in awe and terrified of our very presence.
Rose stood inside, working the register. There was no one in sight, and in moments like these, I just liked to wink at her, making her think of what would happen later that night. I wasn’t ever going to be the guy who blew kisses or who would do a huge amount of PDA, but I liked the subtle gesture. It was a nice way to tell her on my terms that I couldn’t wait to have her alone.
The sound of an incoming motorcycle signaled I needed to get ready, though. I took a sip of my beer, steeled myself, and cleared my throat.
