I smile against her lips. “Challenge accepted.” I pull her top over her head and make quick work of her pants. She’s left in a matching pair of pink lace bra and panties. I lean back on my knees, pulling my shirt off over my head and tossing it to the floor. Ever’s eyes track my every move. I pop the button on my jeans but don’t shuck them off just yet.
“Sit up, baby.” She does as I ask, and I slowly pull down the lace straps of her bra, kissing down her shoulder. With one hand I release the clasp at her back and drag the bra the rest of the way down, leaning Ever back on the bed, and toss the bra to the floor.
“Fucking perfection,” I whisper. Her nipples tighten under my gaze. I take one into my mouth and then the other. Giving each equal attention. Ever whimpers, spreading her thighs to cradle my hips. The heat of her pussy sears me through the denim of my jeans. She’s hot and wet, and needy.For me.
Ever’s back arches off the bed. I take her hard nipple and pinch it between my fingers, drawing a whimper from her lips. She rubs herself against me, seeking more. Her cheeks and neck are flushed pink.
“Mason,” she pleads. “I need you.”
“You have me.” I make my way further down her beautiful body, nipping and licking along the way. When I reach her panties, I slide one finger just under the edge but not too far just yet. Her stomach clenches the lower I go.
Pushing her thighs out, I slide myself down further, putting my nose in her sweet center, running it up and down, enjoying the wet spot that’s formed on the lace. “You’re so wet, Sprite. Tell me. Is this for me?”
“Shut up, Mason. Less talking, more … mmm.” She hums the instant my tongue presses into the lacy underwear.
“You were saying.” I grip the edge of her panties, ripping the thin scrap, exposing her to me fully. “Tell me what I want to hear. Tell me the truth, Ever,” I demand, running one finger up and down her folds, dipping just the tip inside her entrance and back out again to circle her clit.
“Yes. It’s for you. It’s all for you.” I push two fingers inside and wrap my mouth around her clit. Tossing her leg over my shoulder, I open her up wider, giving me better access. I drag my teeth across her clit, and her body arches into me. She’s writhing. Her hips rocking back and forth as she seeks my tongue. I curl my two fingers still pumping in rhythm inside her until Ever finally lets go and falls over the edge.
She’s panting, sweaty and so fucking gorgeous.Andmine.
I move off the bed and strip out of the rest of my clothes before crawling back between Ever’s thighs. I rub my head against her clit a few times, eliciting another moan from her lips. She’s slick and needy, sensitive.
“Mason, please” The last thread of my control is lost with her pleas. I slam inside her, feeling her walls tighten and clench around me. It’s fucking nirvana. I hold my position, giving her a second to get used to me and willing my body to relax. She’s so tight, so fucking warm. Everything I knew she would be, yet a thousand times better than I could’ve imagined.
With my hand on her nape, I bring Ever closer to me, kissing her, drinking her in. Taking my time, savoring every whimper and sigh.
Mine.
Ever arches against me, her legs wrapping around my waist as she pulls me into her, grinding herself against me. “Fuck, Ever.”
“I thought that was the plan,” she smarts. I pull back and slam back in, stealing her breath with each stroke.
“Your wish is my command.” I thrust in and out, over and over again, bottoming out with each stroke. My hips ride her hard, pounding into her relentlessly and without mercy. Her cries are music to my ears as she thrashes about, her head thrown back in pleasure as she comes again on my cock. Her thighs squeeze my hips. Her walls pulse around me. Her hips lift, grinding against me once, and that’s all it takes. I’m lost in ecstasy, spilling my seed inside her.
We’re a panting, sweaty mess of tangled limbs, and I’ve never been happier in my life.
13
EVERLY
Walking out of my bedroom to find Mason and Kaylie in the kitchen shouldn’t feel strange. It’s been a normal occurrence every day for the last two weeks.
“Morning, sleepyhead,” Kaylie greets me around a mouthful of fruity cereal.
“Starting the day with a healthy bowl of sugar, I see.” My tone is teasing, but the glare I give Mason is one he gets often. He’s always giving this child sugary sweets.
Mason lifts his shoulder in a nonchalant shrug. “We didn’t have much to cook and we need to get to the salon soon. I went for the easiest option.”
“If you need to get to the clubhouse, go. We’re fine. I can get us to the salon on time.” I offer, knowing he hasn’t worked the last few nights and wants to go see Ghost. Since the day of our wedding there’s been no sign of the Devils anywhere in Oakridge, which should make everyone happy, yet it seems to have had the opposite effect.
We even put off our wedding celebration party at the clubhouse until Mason is certain we’re out of the woods. But a part of me wonders if he’s just putting it off because he’s havingsecond thoughts. Maybe he’s thinking the annulment might be better once this is all worked out. Although he says I’m it for him.
You’re just too stubborn to believe him, even though he shows you every single night.
Of course, I am. It’s true. I wake up deliciously sore every morning from all the filthy ways he works to get his point across. With the countless number of orgasms this man has given me, he should be in the Hall of Fame. There has to be one for the most orgasms given in one night, right? If not, there should be.
No matter how many times we make love or how spectacular the orgasms are, I can’t shake the feeling that this is all going to blow up in my face. It’s a dream that I’m suddenly going to wake up from and everything will be gone. I still wonder if the whole reason Mason agreed to marrying me wasn’t just because he believes the Devils will leave me alone if they believe I belong to one of the Kings. It’s supposed to be some unwritten rule or code that all bikers abide by, yet I’ve heard the guys say more than once that the Devils play by their own rules. So having Mason’s last name won’t mean anything to them anyway.
