Silence. “Yes.”
With a growl, I wrap my hand around her waist and spin us around so she’s the one lying on her back. I grab my cock and stroke it, groaning as I push down the need to come all over her stomach and those pert breasts. It’s dark, but the window provides enough light to outline her body so I wouldn’t have any trouble knowing where to aim.
“I’ll show you,” I heave, pushing my body up along hers until my knees are bracketing her head, then slowly guiding my cock to that sexy mouth. “Open for me, angel.”
“Okay.”
I groan when her lips part for me, allowing me to sink my throbbing cock into her, pushing only a couple of inches so I don’t overwhelm her. She moans around my cock, rolling her tongue experimentally around the tip, and I nearly spill on the spot. “Fuck me!” I growl, my palm slapping against the wall as I fight for control. “You like that, don’t you? My fat cock in your mouth.”
“Hmm,” she murmurs, her hands grabbing my thighs as I slide my cock in and out of her mouth, pushing in deeper with every thrust. She gasps and chokes around my shaft, making a mewling sound that drives me to insanity until I can’t take it anymore. I pull my cock out of her lips and replace it with mymouth, taking her in a deep, possessive kiss that leaves us both gasping for breath.
I love you.
It’s at the tip of my tongue. It echoes so loud in my head that it threatens to drive me to insanity, but it’s the truth. Frustrated at my own inability to speak those words, I move down her body. I grab her thighs and bring them to my shoulders as I bury my tongue in her pussy, groaning as her arousal floods my tongue.
She’s wet. Fuck, she’s beyond wet. She’s almost dripping down onto the sheets, so I lap at her juices, her cries echoing in the room as I drag my tongue between her feminine lips, getting drunk off the taste of her. She comes with a sob when I slide my middle finger into her tightness, shaking violently on the bed as I lick at her clit, teasing it until she’s heaving for breath.
The roaring in my head doubles as I drop her thighs off my shoulders and climb up her body, watching her silhouette as I replace my finger with my cock. Her back arches with a sob when I slap forward, burying all of my manhood into her, and then I let go.
The next several hours fall into a fever dream of wet skin sliding against each other and pleasured groans and sobs echoing through the walls. I take her from all angles, spinning her on her stomach before bringing her to her knees and hammering my cock into her with the feral speed of a rabid dog. I lay her on her side, thrusting feverishly through another orgasm, toying with her nipples and teasing her clit, and it’s not until her third that I finally let go.
“Mine!” I roar, the sound tearing out of my throat. My tense muscles burn as I work my flesh into her tightness, pouring all of me into her. Heart, mind, soul, and seed.
“Yours,” she sobs as she thrashes under me, her sex cinching and releasing rhythmically around my cock. So warm and tight. So perfect as she takes all of me into her.
I fall onto the bed next to her, chest heaving, muscles burning with every breath. Viv is still trembling next to me, rough tremors that have me reaching for her and pulling her onto my chest. “Are you okay, baby?” I ask, kissing her damp temples.
“I don’t know,” she pants. “I…I didn’t know sex could be like that.”
I chuckle. “There are so many ways to make love. I’ll show you every single one of them.”
She yawns. “You promise?”
The word is loaded. She wants my assurance that we’ll have something once we get to Chicago. At least I think that’s what she’s asking of me, but I’m afraid to promise her this. I know I’ll have to fight my club’s VP just to keep his sister, and I’m not certain all will end well. It could mean losing my spot in the Steel Rebels MC. A spot I’ve worked for tirelessly for, for two years. Hell, I was working for the spot way before I became a prospect.
Would I give that up for her?
I pull her tighter against me and kiss her brows. “I promise,” I rasp, accepting the fact that Vivienne has become the most important thing in my life. And with that thought, I allow myself to drift to sleep.
I’m startled awake by a loud noise from outside the front door of the cabin. I don’t think I’ve been asleep for longer than five minutes, but when I open my eyes, there’s light streaming into the room. Fuck, I guess I did sleep through the night. Still, it’s too early to be up and besides, it seems like it’s still snowing outside.
My brows draw together as I try to figure out what the hell woke me up, when there it is again. A loud banging from the front door. I groan, turning to the naked girl snuggled up to my side. It’s tempting to ignore whoever it is and stay in bed to enjoy the press of Viv’s body against mine a while longer, but something tells me that whoever’s at the door isn’t planning on leaving soon.
“Too loud,” Viv whines into my side.
“I’ll go see who it is and get rid of them, baby,” I say, kissing her shoulder before pulling away. She whines, reaching out for me, so I take her hands and kiss them. “I’ll be back before you know it,” I assure her, letting go, then reaching for my sweatpants and slipping into them.
I’m annoyed as I walk out of the bedroom. It’s probably the owner coming to check in on us, or some nosy neighbor. Whoever the fuck it is, they’re not going to be happy when they see me. It’s with that thought that I yank open the door without even checking to see who’s on the other side.
It’s not until I’m staring down the barrel of gun that I realize that I’ve fucked up.
The man gripping the gun appears to be in his late fifties or early sixties with a potbelly big enough to make him appear pregnant. He has thinning white hair and eyes as cold as ice.
Rick.
I don’t need an introduction. From the way his eyes darken when he sees that I’m shirtless, and the frown on his face deepens when he sees the scratch lines on my shoulder, I realize that I’m staring at the man who has haunted Vivienne from the second I met her.
And I didn’t even have to hunt him down. No, he just brought himself to my doorstep. One of us is going to leave this cabin in a body bag, that’s for sure!
