I twirl a piece of her hair around my finger. “I don’t know if I can. They’re strangers, baby, and I haven’t even shared it with my brothers.” Tonight, Tuesday, followed by every Tuesday and Thursday for the past three weeks I have been attending a VET support group.
Jerry is the one who had given me a couple of options after I confided in him. He even told me the support group he attends, with no pressure to attend there myself, but gave it to me nonetheless. And it came to a surprise to me when I decided toattend the one that he does that he doesn’t just attend it, he leads it.
I don’t know if I’ll ever open up to them like I have done with Grace, but getting my foot in the door is the first step.
She props her head on my chest and stares up at me with those beautiful eyes of hers I can easily lose myself in. God knows how many times those eyes have saved me from slipping back to the past. In Grace’s eyes all I see is the future.
“But are they really strangers?” She counters. My eyes urge for her to explain as I remain silent to hear her reasonings. Her voice is soft but confident. “You all have suffered tragedies and are fighting a mental war that no one else can fully understand. You’re bound to one another, in the same way you were bound to your unit, the same way you are bound to Vipers MC. There’s intimacy there, vulnerability. You can look each one of them in the eyes and see pieces of yourself. They’re not strangers, Oak, they’re a new family. And even mammoth sized men like yourself who are intimidating and strong headed with a brooding nature deserve the love and compassion of family.”
I swallow roughly, tears threatening to break from behind my eyes. Lightly, I trace the delicious fullness of her lips. She presses a kiss to the pad of my finger before I caress her face.
“You are the most beautiful thing I will ever bear witness to.”
She blushes.
God, I fucking love it when my woman blushes.
It’s another sight I take a mental image of. One to hold onto when the tides get rough.
Her finger traces the contours and hard lines of my face. Her gaze is one I can get drunk off of. Potent enough to make me believe I’m the best man in the entire world. But really, being the best man in the entire world holds no appeal. As long as I’m the best in hers that’s all that matters.
“Would you believe me if I said the same about you?”
Once upon a time I wouldn’t have. And truth be told there are days where I still don’t.
But I do believe in my woman’s eyes I am.
Sliding my hands down the sides of her body she shivers with pleasure. I grasp her luscious hips in my hands and settle her against my hard cock.
She bites down on her lip to quiet the gasp that can’t be concealed. I pin her narrowed eyes. “What did I say about not using that voice of yours, baby?”
Her voice is breathy and it has my cock twitch against her hot and wet entrance. “That I would be punished.”
“And what did I tell you if you defied me again?”
Her pupils are blown with desire. Electricity sparks between us. Our bodies humming. It’s as if the last three hours didn’t even happen. Nothing will satiate our hunger for one another.
“You said you’d take my ass.”
I palm her ass cheek before digging my fingers in. She hisses from the slight bite of pain but more of her arousal coats my cock. “I think I’ve prepared you enough the past couple weeks, baby. Time for me to claim that ass of yours.”
She licks her lips salaciously, incredibly turned on for what’s about to happen. Her eagerness has my cock harder than fucking steel.
I drop a hard open mouthed wet kiss to her lips. Then I flip us, positioning her on her front, her bare ass facing me, and my legs straddling idle sides of her.
Seductively she arches her back and teasingly she juts her ass in the air, swaying her hips back and forth. Each time hitting the crown of my cock.
Done with her teasing I take a hold of her hips and press her ass against my cock. Her gasp turns into a moan when I spread her asscheeks apart. I then take her arousal and lubricate my cock. Knowing she’ll need all the help she can get despite beingprepped I also lubricate her puckered hole with her arousal. She moans again, hand fisting the silk pillowcase.
Wrapping my fist around my cock I guide it to her puckered hole. The head of my cock slides inside and I can feel her muscles tightening around me.
Her hand fists the pillowcase harder, knuckles gone white. I massage her ass with nice and slow strokes. “Relax, baby,” I order her softly and I feel the tension leave her. “That’s a good girl,” I praise her while I slip my hand around and find her clit. Lazily I circle her swollen nub, and as she loses herself in the pleasure of my fingers, I ease myself into her ass.
Jesus fucking Christ is she fucking tight.
Tingles form at the base of my spine as my balls feel heavy. And as I sink myself inside her, until I’m all the way to the base of my shaft, I almost blackout from the euphoric pleasure.
I keep myself seated all the way inside her, not moving the slightest inch so she can become accustomed to my size. “How’s my good girl doing?”
