“And you’re mine. Let me show you my constitutional appreciation,” she conveys with a spark of mischief in her eyes, stepping back and stripping out of her clothes, slowly, one pesky layer at a time. The striptease she performs has my mouth salivating and drying out at the same time. I never knew that was possible, it seemed like a phenomenon, until she showed me otherwise. She shimmies her hips as she crawls up onto the bed, presenting me with her splayed thighs to where I can see the pretty pink pot of gold.
“Damn, baby, look how you glisten for me,” I praise. “You want me baby?”
“I want you bad, biker man,” she croons, running her hands down her soft belly in an enticing manner. Like a voyeur, I watch with rapture as the tips of her fingers dance down her skin until she finally reaches her slick folds. “I ache for you.”
As quickly as humanly possible, I disrobe, tossing my clothes randomly from my body and letting them land in a heap on the floor. “Touch yourself, Zoey,” I huskily demand as I lazily walk to the edge of the mattress. My eyes zone in on her clit as she separates her pussy lips and exposes it. When her fingers graze across it, her back arches. Mesmerized, I watch her pleasure herself until I finally snap and can’t take it anymore. That pretty pussy of hers is mine. Mine to please, mine to touch, mine to possess. “Enough.” I reach down and capture her wrist with my hand, pausing her ministrations.
“Harrison,” she moans. “Touch me. Please.”
Languidly, I make my way between her thighs and settle between them, my mouth hovering over her sweet spot, blowing a breath on it before diving in with my tongue. “Hmm,” I groan as her flavor explodes on my tastebuds. “Ambrosia.” She arches her hips until my face is buried deeper into her center. Taking my cue from her, I double my efforts and soon have her squirming beneath me. Wanting her to cum once on my tongue before she strangles my dick, I insert two fingers inside of her, and once I find that button inside of her that’ll cause her to detonate, I apply pressure to it as I suck her clit into my mouth. When she’s a writhing mess, I crawl up her body until our middle is aligned.
“I love you, Harrison.”
“I love you more, Zoey,” I express as I enter her. As she envelopes me in her heat, I lose myself to the emotions she evokes in me. My arms sit beside her head as I pump my hips, our eyes never leaving each other’s as we share this intimate moment. We get lost in the act as we pour our feelings into each movement. As we crash together, I’m reminded of the reason I fight for her, for us, for our family each and every day. Withouther my life is useless, there’s no point in going back to the mundane life I had before she came back to me. She made me want to live instead of simply existing.
She is my salvation.
My miracle.
My lifeline.
Sitting in the bathtub full of essential oils, with Zoey settled against my chest, soothes me in ways I’ll never be capable of explaining. It’s as if all of my worries have drifted away. These days, my mind has been conflicted with thoughts of the impending battle with the Dragons—once they’re released from their jail cages, keeping everyone safe and tucked within the protection of the clubhouse, and realizing that I’ve been more divided than I ever want to be when it comes to my family has had me spiraling.
This is a stark reminder that I need to take more time out of my day to tend to my woman than I do in the war room making plans.
As I run the soapy rag up and down her arms, she hums in gratitude. “You’re good at that.”
“Bathing you?” I ask for clarification.
“Taking care of me,” she returns. “Always pampering me. I’m not sure I’ll ever get used to it.”
“That’s because for the entirety of your life you’ve had to take care of yourself and others. It’s ingrained in you and I have seta goal to change that,” I reveal. “You deserve to be taken care of too, baby girl, so you best get used to it, because I’m going to spoil the shit out of you.”
“I think I can handle that,” she teases, resting her head on my shoulder.
I can hear her open and shut her mouth a few times with some huffs inserted in there. Dropping the rag in the tub, I place my chin on her shoulder and say, “Talk to me, Zoey. Tell me what’s going on in that head of yours.”
“I’m not sure if now is the right time to tell you this or not, Harrison.”
“There’s never a right or wrong time between us, Zoey. You never have to hold back from me. No matter what it is you have to say, I’ll be here. From now until eternity,” I vow. “You can’t scare me away, beautiful.”
“We’ll see,” she harrumphs before twisting around so she can see me. “Are you ready to have your world rocked, biker man?”
“With you by my side, always,” I promise, cupping her face in my hands. “Whatever it is that has you stalling, just remember, it’s you and me against the world. Together, we can handle anything.”
CHAPTER
NINE
Zoey
Here goes nothing.I’m just glad that there isn’t enough water in this tub for him to drown himself in because I’m about to shock him stupid and render him speechless.
“You know how I went to the doctor because I wasn’t feeling well?” I ask.
“Yeah, baby. I know.” His brows pinch inward as he sighs, mentally preparing himself for hearing the worst. “Everything’s good though, right?”
“In a manner of speaking, yes,” I answer.
