Layne gasps as I’m buried completely inside her, and my heart almost seems to burst through my chest. I take a deep breath, let my right hand slide from the soft skin on her belly, under her shirt, between her breasts, to her neck. There I put it around her and I force her up.
Mine.
She puts her head back against my shoulder and looks up at me from under her lashes. I kiss her, pushing her lips apart withmy tongue. I slide my tongue into her mouth, simultaneously thrusting in again. Both of us moan. Fuck, this feels so good. Her warmth around me is all I want. Always. My hand wanders to her breast and I play with her nipple between my fingers as I slowly slide out of her.
“Kyler, fuck. Take me.” She pushes back against me, causing me to place a hand on her hip.
“Nuh-uh,” I scold. I have to go slowly, tightening every muscle in my belly, just barely managing not to cum. She’s perfection. I’ve dreamed about this every night for the past ten years. And I have to close my eyes to let the image of her go. I need to focus on something else for a moment, before I end it before we’ve even started properly.
After taking a few deep breaths, I pull myself together.
“Ky?”
I hum and thrust my hips forward, going deep.
Because of the sudden thrust, I have to put an arm around Layne to keep her from falling forward onto the bed. It’s so good I do it again.
Everything. She wants to give me everything. That’s what she said, so that’s what she has to do now.
“Ah, yes.” She moans with her fingers wrapped around my arm, her eyes closed. “Harder.”
I do as she asks and with each thrust, I growl deep.
“Kyler,” she moans again and I clench my jaw.
With my free hand, I knead her breast, playing with her nipple and squeezing it gently. “I want you, Rebel, everything,” I murmur.
“God, yes.” Her eyes are closed, and I press my forehead against the back of her head.
I thrust in hard again. “This ass is mine, Layne.” I quicken the pace. Tension builds in my lower abdomen. My balls tingle, and then I pull back. “Turn around,” I command, and she does as Iask. I lower my ass to my feet and gesture for her to come to me. Layne sits in my lap, takes my cock in her hand and slowly sinks down on me.
Oh, fuck, yes. I put my hand on the back of her head and pull her to me, pressing my lips to hers and opening them. Without waiting, I start thrusting into her, letting my hand wander from her head to her breast. Faster and faster. My tongue dives deep into her mouth, my other arm is around her hips, and her heated skin is so close to mine that I no longer know where I end and she begins. All thoughts fade away and all that’s there now are our bodies and the sound of our skin slapping.
With my thumb, I stroke along her nipple, causing a moan to leave her mouth. Slowly, the tingling spreads through my body. It starts in my toes, spreads to my fingers, my balls, until finally I can’t hold it in.
“I’m coming, baby,” I murmur against her cheek.
Her speech becomes unintelligible as waves of pleasure course through me. My arms wrap tighter around Layne and I pull her closer to me. I squeeze my eyes shut as my ears ring. “Oh fuck,” I bring out and thrust again.
When I repeat slowly, she jerks uncontrollably in my arms. So I let myself slide into her one more time, despite how sensitive it is, causing a shiver to slide down my spine. It earns me a soft moan. “Ky, press against—”
Before she’s even finished the sentence, I rub her clit with my thumb, then her head falls back and she falls over the edge. Her warmth squeezes around me, causing shivers to run through my body. “Fuck, Layne, so sensitive.”
She doesn’t respond. She’s somewhere far away and has yet to come back to me. With her in my arms, I drop sideways onto the bed.
“Lay,” I whisper and sweep a strand from her face.
Layne doesn’t look up at me, but buries her face in my chest. “I love you,” I whisper. Then I press a kiss to her forehead.
Still no response. The only sound comes from my heart, which crumbles a little further.
“Pax, come with me.” With large strides, I walk toward my bike the next morning and gesture to my little brother, who’s standing in the doorway of the clubhouse bar.
He sighs and saunters over to his bike. “Seriously? Where to?”
“The clubs. Checking business and restocking coke.” I turn the Indian in the right direction, pull open the throttle, and put my feet on the struts. The first stop is Infinity.
After about twenty minutes, we arrive. Pax puts his bike next to mine and together we walk in. We don’t say a word.
