Kyle breaks the kiss and I tilt my head to allow him access when his lips start racing down my neck, licking and sucking at my skin in fervent need. “I missed you so bad, sweetheart,” he rasps into my skin. “You have no idea how many times I had to stop myself from coming here to get you. I need to be inside of you, baby. Right now!”
“Then take me!”
He rips me off the wall and we’re back to kissing as he carries me to the guest room. My fingers are already working on his shirt when he lays me down on the bed. He tugs it over his head and tosses it to the floor before his mouth slams back on mine.
I taste the desperation in his kiss and I wonder if it’s the same for him. Can he feel just how much I want him? I’m wet. Every part of me aches for him. For his touch and his kiss. For his cock.
Only him.
My hand drops between us and tugs at his zipper even as he does the same to me. Our kisses turn into a battle of heavy breathing as we both fight to strip the other’s jeans off and I find myself chuckling when he struggles with mine. “What the fuck, are these jeans glued to your skin?” he growls in frustration and I gasp when he simply rips at them. He yanks down my panties and rips them down my legs along with my torn jeans, tossing them away. The laughter dies on my lips when he traces his thick finger between my folds. “Fuck, baby, how are you this fucking wet!”
I cry out when he slides his finger into me and pleasure shoots through me. “Oh God!”
And then he starts thrusting, slowly at first. Slow enough to drive me to insanity, and it’s not until I’m thrashing and arching into him that he starts pushing his digit in and out of me in fast, crude thrusts. My cries and the wet sounds of his finger meeting my pussy fill the room, but he’s merciless. Those eyes watch me as he adds another finger, using his thumb to tease my clit as he thrusts into me. Yanking me closer and closer to climax.
It’s not long before I orgasm with a scream, and thank heaven for the party and the noise, or the entire clubhouse would no doubt hear me. Though, I admit the thought of everyone being able to hear the way Kyle makes me feel sends a thrill through me.
My hips buck off the bed as pleasure rips at my core. White light flashes over my eyes as he fingers my clenching sex, drawing yet another wave of pleasure that sends my toes curling.
I’m trembling when he pulls his fingers out and then he’s entering me, his cock stretching me in the most delicious of ways. I bring my weak hands to his waist but can barely grasp on as he starts slamming his hips against mine, his mouth seeking my lips in a kiss that robs me of whatever breath I had left in my lungs.
“You’re mine, Viv,” he growls, gripping my hip hard as his cock rocks into me, the base of his shaft sawing wetly against my clit and sending sharp tugs of pleasure up my tummy.
This…I missed this so much. The feeling of him, staking claim over me. His hand in a bruising grip on my thigh, marking me. My name on his lips as he slams into me so hard he moves the bed. Those eyes…those beautiful eyes, crowded with need and affection.
“I love you,” I choke out, sliding my hands down his butt and gripping hard as he takes me with the feral need of a dog in heat. And I take all of him.
This man is mine. He belongs to me as much as I belong to him.
“Close, baby,” he murmurs, burying his face into my hair and rutting into me like it’s the last time he’ll get to touch me. “I love you, baby. Always.”
He stills above me, his muscles tense before they release with a roar, triggering my own orgasm. He bellows into my neck, hips jolting hard against me as he floods me with his seed. His cock jerks inside of me as he slams deep and hard. I sob at the feeling, so intense…so right.
“I love you,” I pant into his shoulder, holding him close to me as his thrusts slow down, drawing out the delicious feeling until we’re both shaking from the intensity of the moment. He pulls out gently and drops down next to me, then reaches down andlinks our fingers together. For a moment, we both lie on our backs, staring at the ceiling.
“Tonight, I finally got everything I’ve ever wanted in life. And more,” he says, finally breaking the silence between us.
“You’re finally a patched member.”
“How do you know about that?” He turns to look at me and I lift my free hand to wipe the thin sheen of sweat on his eyebrows.
“Let’s just say that I got a little lesson on the club from Ruth when I asked why everyone was wearing matching leather jackets with their names stamped on the back.” I push up, then lean down to kiss his jaw. “I’m proud of you.”
“You don’t hate the Rebels anymore?”
“I talked with Knox, and he explained—I know now that my mother was lying about the Rebels being the reason we had to leave Chicago. She just wanted to drive a wedge between Knox and me. Still, I could never hate the Rebels anymore, not as long as you’re a part of them,” I whisper, dropping my head on his chest, feeling the loud beat of his heart. “You’re rooted with them just as I am with you. I’ll love them for as long as you do, Kyle. Or should I call you Maverick now?”
“Kyle,” he says, kissing my forehead. “You fell in love with Kyle, so I’ll always be Kyle to you.”
“I love you, Kyle. Always will.”
Epilogue
Four Years Later
Kyle
The air buzzes with excitement, an energy that vibrates through the crowd. I shift on my feet, trying to find a comfortable position, but it’s no use. There’s no calming my frantic heart. All my nerves of steel are shot when it comes to my girlfriend. She’s the only person who can draw this reaction from me.
