“Fuck,” he growled, and then I was moving. In a matter of moments, I was naked from the waist down on my back on the kitchen island and Grant’s face was between my legs.
“Oh!” I groaned when his mouth first touched me. “Do that again. Please. Please, please, please,” I begged.
“This?” he asked and repeated the movement.
“Yes! That!” My shouts faded into a low moan when he slipped his fingers inside me. “Oh, fuck. I’m going to come.”
I held my breath and waited for him to change his rhythm. It seemed like those words—I’m going to come—were the cue for a man to change what he was doing and therefore ruin the orgasm. But not Grant. He didn’t falter, and I started to panic, because he was going to make me come in record time.
“No, no, wait,” I breathed and pushed on his head.
His head shot up. His eyes full of concern. “I want to come on your cock,” I panted.
“Baby, you’re gonna be coming on my cock, my face, my fingers,” he trailed off and started kissing my stomach. Then, he lifted me into his arms. “Where’s your room?”
I pointed down the hall. “The one at the end.”
His fingers dug into my ass when I started sucking on his ear as he carried me to my room. “You got a condom?” I whispered.
“Yeah, in my wallet.”
“Hurry.”
I landed on my bed with a bounce. “Get that shirt off,” he barked.
I tossed my shirt to the side and smiled when I heard his jeans hit the floor. When I looked up, I saw a man on a mission, rolling a condom down his shaft and heading straight for me.
I spread my legs wider, in case he had any other thoughts about what we were doing. He climbed on the bed, positioned himself at my entrance, and pushed inside in one fluid movement, coming to a stop when his lips were over mine. “Fuck, you feel good.”
“Please, move, Grant. Please,” I whispered next to his ear. I wanted him so bad, and I didn’t care how desperate I sounded.
When he moved, he ignited every nerve ending his body touched. I felt every part of him. Deeper than I ever imagined.
10
BLAKELY
Grant offered to pick us up to take us to the clubhouse for the party, but I’d had a hard time installing Kalen’s car seat base in my car and didn’t want to mess with transferring it to Grant’s truck. Plus, the amount of stuff I needed to bring for Kalen was borderline embarrassing. I had never taken a baby anywhere overnight before, so I had no idea if I had packed an abnormal amount of stuff. But, I’d rather have something and not need it versus need something and not have it.
I sent Grant a text to let him know when we were on our way and followed the GPS directions to the Blackwings clubhouse. When I pulled into the parking lot, I saw Grant standing outside the front doors and smiled. He was waiting for us to arrive. He met me at my door and offered to carry Kalen inside while I got the diaper bag and the two containers of brownies I made. “We might have to make two trips,” I said sheepishly. “I wasn’t sure what he would need.”
He chuckled. “Not a problem. Like I said before, there’s quite a few club kids around here. Sometimes this place seems more like a toy factory than an MC clubhouse. What are those?” he asked and pointed to the containers.
“I know you said I didn’t need to bring anything, but I made brownies.”
“Of course you did,” he smiled and stopped at the front doors before entering. “I hope you’re ready to meet everyone.”
I laughed nervously. “I’m as ready as I’ll ever be.”
As soon as we stepped inside, I was bombarded with introductions. I shook hands with and hugged more people than I could count.
“I’ll never remember their names,” I whispered to Grant.
He laughed. “No one expects you to. Come on, I’ll show you where my room is as well as the kids’ room.”
I followed him through the crowded room to a long hallway lined with doors. “These are the members’ bedrooms, and this one’s mine.”
He opened the door to a room that resembled a nice hotel room with a queen-size bed, a dresser, a recliner, and a large television. And it was exceptionally clean.
