I can almost hear the puzzle piece click into place and he freezes, his cock filling me completely. The way his length twitches tells me just what he thinks of being inside me bare.
“Don’t stop now, Mayhem,” the words are a taunt.
And they fucking land.
He pulls out slowly and punches his hips forward, moving me up the bed slightly. When he plants his arm right above myshoulder, caging me into place, his other hand wraps around my throat.
“Don’t know what the fuck is going on, Addyson,” his words are a warning, “but you better believe I’m going to take the opportunity to fill your tight cunt with my cum.”
And then my mind turns to mush as Briggs fucks me, his hips circling whenever he’s filling me completely. The way he hits just the right spot is dangerous as hell.
I babble words that could be promises or secrets or challenges. Maybe all three. My biker doesn’t disappoint.
Just when it feels like it’s too good, too close, but not quite, he barks, “Come.”
I shatter, my heart racing as my soul soars. Pinpricks of light hit my skin like stardust or the perfect execution of detonation.
“Briggs,” I breathe his name soundlessly.
“Just like that,” he prays.
He squeezes my throat and my eyes pop open. Our gazes lock as he thrusts inside of me and holds himself still, his chest rumbling with satisfaction as the first jets of his cum have me shuddering underneath him.
We don’t look away, something passing between us that I won’t be able to walk away from. It wasn’t like I was looking for him, but now I’ve found something I was afraid to hope for.
He kisses me slowly, his mouth exploring mine in a way that is playful and obsessive. I don’t know how he pulls it off, but I melt into it, the weight of him comforting.
When he rolls off me, I don’t get the chance to lodge a protest before he’s pulling me against his chest. The way I fit against his body doesn’t make any damn sense. All I know is it works.
Briggs kisses along my jaw and down my neck until he gets to where he bit me earlier. He kisses me there, gently, reverently.
His voice rumbles against my skin, “Now, do you want to tell me why I was bestowed the pleasure of being inside you raw?”
“Bestowed?” A giggle fights its way out of me and wins. He makes a humming sound, and I point in the direction of the dresser, “You’ve been given the green light so to speak. Doc slipped the paper under the door, and I saw it when I went to the bathroom.”
The hold he has on me tightens and there’s something comforting about the heat of his skin. His fingers gently pull at the hair tie holding my hair up. The way he is so gentle, so careful, tugs at me. I melt deeper into him and his body welcomes me.
“Well, damn, good looking out on Doc’s part if this is the way I get woken up.”
I cough to cover my laugh as I elbow him gently. He chuckles and the way his chest rumbles feels like home.
“What now?” The question slips past my lips, a side effect of comfort and too much curiosity. “I just,” I sigh, scared to say it, but needing to all the same, “I think I know what you want and what I want. I think they’re the same thing.”
“But you need to hear it, spelled out, plain and unmistakable,” he finishes for me, somehow knowing.
“Exactly.”
“I’ll tell you what I see when I close my eyes and imagine the future, our future,” he offers and I nod. “You stay here. We build our house on the club’s land, within our walls, where I can make sure you stay safe. We build our life, whatever that looks like. I hope it includes kids, the club, and our family. I want it all and you’re it for me, Tempest.”
“Wow,” my voice breaks, the weight of how much I want that too settling on my shoulders. But there are unanswered questions in the future he envisions. “What am I doing in this vision?”
Briggs cuddles me like I’m not going to stay here with him. Now that I know this is possible? That he’s possible? Yeah, I’m sticking around. Obviously.
“Whatever you want, Addy,” his voice is a gentle lull. “I’m practically drowning in my office, not that I want you as some sort of secretary.”
“I would have gone withglorified secretaryto show my inherent outrage with the implied ‘bent over the desk fucking’ in this scenario,” I interject, “but, please, continue.”
Briggs laughs and I can’t help but take in the sight. When he calms down and notices me watching him, he winks. Damn it if my clit doesn’t throb.
