“The pain that only your dick can ease.”
“I do not want to hurt you.”
“Honey, you haul me around like I weigh nothing, and neveroncehave you hurt me. I trust you to come up with a way to get your dick into my pussy without so much as a tickle.”
“Okay, I better be able to do more than tickle.”
I chuckled. “I need you to fuck me, Hyde.”
He blinked, then he let out a quiet grunt. “Whatever you need, GoGo.”
“Now, Hyde.”
He wrapped his arms tighter around me and rose to his feet, me still in his embrace, carrying me down to my bedroom and setting me gently on the bed.
“Don’t move,” he ordered, stripping down to his boxer briefs before focusing on me. “If anything hurts, you tell me and we’re gonna stop, baby, got it?”
“I’m not gonna want to stop,” I said emphatically.
He gripped my chin gently. “Don’t give a shit. If you’re hurtin’, you tell me.”
“Not giving you blue balls,” I grumbled.
“Blue balls is a bullshit lie assholes tell women when they want to manipulate them into giving them more head,” he growled. “If I’m feelin’ like I need some relief, I’ll take care of it myself.”
“It’s a lie?” I frowned. “Like, it doesn’t happen?”
“I guess itcanhappen, but if it does, then it’ll be on me, never on you.”
“Well, I’d like those balls on me right about now, so...”
“Would you like a teabag, madam?”
I wrinkled my nose. “Okay, maybe that joke went a little too far.”
Jekyll laughed, leaning down to kiss me as he slid my T-shirt over my head. “Have I told you your tits are perfect?”
“Every time you see them,” I said, running my fingers through his beard, tugging gently so he’d give me another kiss. “Yours are pretty spectacular, too.”
The Primal Howlers’ logo was tattooed big and proud over his right pec, and he had wings on either side of his neck. The rest of his chest and arms were covered with all manner of art, none of which I got right in my wet dream a few weeks ago. They were all much, much better than I could have imagined.
I ran my finger over the eagle, its wings spread across his stomach and wrapping to his sides. “This is amazing,” I breathed out.
“Took three days,” he said, helping me stand so he could pull my sweats off.
“Really?”
He nodded, setting me back on the bed.
“Who did it?”
He closed his eyes briefly. “Scrappy.”
“Oh my god, honey, I’m sorry.”
He shook his head, then focused on me. “Not having that in our bed. This is a good thing.Weare a good thing. We are still living, so I’m gonna love the fuck outta you and not take for granted the fact I’m living. You with me?”
I bit back tears. “Absolutely.”
