“I’ll never let anything happen to you. I’ll always fight for you. For us.”
What else can I say? Is it too soon to tell him I’m falling for him?
He slowly withdraws from my body, and we both groan at the loss of the connection. Lucian reaches toward the end of the bed and pulls my comforter over us before enveloping me in his arms. We spoon together with him holding me so tight I feel like I won’t shatter apart for the first time in months.
Chapter Eight
Judge
Waking up to Evie’s succulent ass pressed against my cock is too much for me. I know she must be sore, but I can’t help myself. I roll her over on top of me as I slide my cock between her folds, collecting our combined jizz before pushing back into her body. She moans before her eyes flash open, staring down at me.
“I gotta have you again, baby.”
“Please.”
I help her sit up and show her how to ride me. She is shy at first, but then reveals the inner vixen I knew she would be. Her hips gyrate in different directions while her breasts bounce in my face. I lean up to take a tantalizing nipple in my mouth, causing Evie to lose focus and waver in her movements.
“Where the fuck did you learn to roll your hips like that?” I groan as she swivels again, causing my balls to pull up, about ready to blow.
That raspy, silky voice of hers almost sets me off. “I took some belly dancing classes with Ruby over the summer.”
“Fuck, baby, don’t stop.”
She continues on, and I grip her hips tight, moving her up and down on my cock. Fucking myself with her body. She throws her head back, and her loose waves fall to my legs. I’m about to come already, but I need her to go off first. Reaching between us, I wind tight circles around her clit, and again her motions falter as she comes with my name on her tongue.
Rolling us, I tug her legs over my arms and power into her hard and deep. When I come, I set her off again, and we both sigh each other’s names. Being able to take her so deep, I pop into her cervix, and the fact that my girl can squirt is two turn-ons that will keep me fucking her.
This time, I don’t fall on her. I roll from the bed, taking her with me. “Let’s go shower.”
Waiting until she’s secure on her feet before stepping away, I direct her to the ensuite bathroom. When I took over, I had the whole building modernized, and my suite was one of the main rooms I did. The original claw-footed tub remains, but I also had an oversized corner shower with multiple shower heads and a bench installed. The toilet is enclosed in a separate room, with a secondary entrance to the large walk-in dressing room.
I study Evie wandering to the mirror and looking at her reflection. It reminds me of finding her with that knife and those pills in her hands earlier. After turning on the water to warm it, I move to stand behind her.
“Evie.” My voice is gruff to my ears. She looks up at me through the mirror. “Have you thought about suicide before?”
Her eyes drop for a moment, and before I can lift her chin or tell her to keep her eyes on me, she looks up. Pain etches her beautiful amber irises, her pupils constrict, and even though she’s looking at me, she doesn’t really see me. She’s remembering something from her past. I clasp my arms around her and lean down to lay my head on her shoulder.
“I got you, sweet cheeks,” I whisper in her ear.
“When I was a teenager, I took a bottle of pills.” She pauses. “Paris and her mean girl crew terrorized me for years, but in high school, it was worse. Justin had just asked me out, and she was so jealous.” She takes a deep sigh before continuing. “I didn’t know he’d already been sleeping with her at that point. She’s done everything through the years to get his attention, from saying she was pregnant to trying to go out with another guy. He won’t give her up either.”
“And?” I want her to continue to get the pus-filled emotions out of the wound.
“My mother found me. She got me a counselor, and I saw her up until a year ago. The counselor tried to get me to break it off with Justin so many times. He’s the problem, not me. I know this. But this time, I couldn’t. He threatened the people who took me in when I needed them.”
Squeezing my arms, I give her the truth as I know it. “You made them a family. When you came along, you were exactly what they needed, too. You have them and my family now. Not just Ruby and I, but this family.” I wave my hand to gesture at the building. “My club will protect you. You’re mine, so that makes you the most important person in the world.”
She shifts and turns in my arms. “I want to show them that I’m worthy of that.”
“You don’t need to show them anything. Just be you. They’ll love you for that.”
After I make love to her in the shower, we take care of her kitten, whom Bear won’t allow far from him. The large Beauceron is a hybrid wolf, so I thought I’d have to teach him that Cassini wasn’t a snack; instead, the beast lets the little fluffball lie between his massive paws. Cassini purrs and behaves like Bear is his parent. Bear protects the kitten as if he were his own, too. I’m shocked but glad they get along.
Now, we are lying in bed again, and I fall asleep with her in my arms. She’s in one of my t-shirts, and I’m content having her right beside me.
Sunday shines brightly, and we wake up later because we were up off and on all through the night. I had to make love to her repeatedly; the urges to mark her and make her mine overwhelmed me. She sports love bites, a few hickeys, and my handprints across her flesh. I realize I’m supposed to take it easy with her, but I justified waking her up so much by saying I had to check her for signs of a concussion. It sounds lame even to me, but she’s beautiful, smiling, and all mine today, so I decide to show her around the suite.
“We will convert this office into a workroom for you here at the compound.” I point out the room I had never used until now.
