His eyes met mine, and I saw everything there—love, desire, gratitude, and something that looked like awe. “You’re sure you’re okay with no condom?”
I pulled him closer, wrapping my legs around his waist. “I trust you, Jacob. Completely.”
He kissed me-soft and sweet and achingly tender-and then he finally pushed inside me, filling me completely. We both went still.
“God, Indira.” His forehead dropped to mine, his breath ragged. “You feel like coming home.”
I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer, feeling every inch of him inside me. “Then stay.”
He began to move—slow at first, savoring each stroke, his eyes locked on mine. I matched his rhythm, lifting my hips to meet him, our bodies finding the familiar dance we’d perfected over months of being together.
But this was different. Before, our sex had always had an edge to it—passionate and intense, but with an undercurrent of possession on his part. I was his and he owned my body. This was something else entirely.
“Faster,” I gasped, my nails digging into his shoulders. “Please.”
He obliged, picking up the pace, his hips snapping against mine as he drove deeper. The desk shook beneath us, and I was dimly aware that his brothers could probably hear every sound we were making, but I didn’t care. Let them hear.
The pressure built inside me, coiling tighter with every thrust.
“Come for me,” he growled against my ear. “I want to feel you come on my cock.”
That was all it took. I shattered, crying out his name as pleasure ripped through me, my whole body clenching around him. He followed moments later, burying himself deep and groaning as he spilled inside me.
We stayed like that for a long moment, tangled together on his desk, both of us breathing hard. The cut had slipped off one shoulder, and he reached up to straighten it, his touch gentle.
“I love you,” he whispered against my neck.
“I love you too.” I pressed a kiss to his temple. “That was worth the wait.”
He laughed, low and satisfied. “We’re definitely christening every room in the clubhouse.”
“One thing at a time.” I smiled against his skin. “Let’s start with the couch.”
Afterward, as we lay tangled together on the leather couch in his office, I traced lazy patterns on his chest and marveled at how different everything felt.
“Your brothers probably heard that,” I said with no shame whatsoever.
“I bet.”
I laughed and kissed his jaw. “What happens now?”
“Now you’re officially my old lady. Now you’re part of the family. Now everyone knows you’re off limits and under club protection.”
“And what do I get out of this arrangement?”
He looked at me seriously. “You get me. All of me. You get a man who will put your happiness ahead of his own ego. You get a man who will spend every day trying to be worthy of the trust you’re giving him.” His expression shifted, something wickedflickering in his eyes. “And a man who will give you the best orgasms you’ve ever had.”
I raised an eyebrow. “On demand?”
“Whenever you want them, baby.”
“That sounds like a pretty good deal.”
“The best deal I’ve ever made.”
I settled more comfortably against his chest, feeling the weight of the cut across my shoulders and the solid warmth of the man beneath me.
Outside his office, I could hear the sounds of the clubhouse—music and laughter and the low rumble of masculine voices. My new family, my new world, my new life.
