“Wear the bikini,” I murmured and again wondered if we could find a quiet spot.
“Yes, to the bikini idea. But no, to us having fun here. I can’t risk Sutter’s genius brain shattering from the sight of me riding your dick.”
“We could lock the door,” I grumbled, wondering where her problem-solving skills had gone.
Elle focused her gray eyes on me and shook her head. “I need you extra hard for what I have planned for later.”
“Why?”
“I’m going to give you a blowjob, but I don’t want it to take a long time. Vanessa said guys come faster if they’ve suffered from an erection for a while.”
“Vanessa said that, huh?”
“Yeah, and Rowdy and Rock agreed. I asked like a dozen people, and they all thought making you suffer was a solid plan. So, keep your dick in your pants until I can suck on it.”
“But my dick will be sweaty from a long day of riding and pressing against my jeans. It might taste weird.”
Elle gasped and stepped away. “Can’t you wash it off first?”
“Not without jizzing. You’re making me wait for a really long time after getting my dick hard with your bikini.”
Elle sighed dramatically and looked ready to cry. “Sex is too complicated. Just do it yourself.”
“Sure, I’ll be in charge. Now, let’s find a room.”
Elle sauntered over to Nova and Lula. Whatever she told the women inspired them to turn toward me and shake their heads.
I soon followed Elle into the house. We skipped the guest room she was sharing with Sutter and found ourselves in a laundry room.
“There’s no lock on the door,” I pointed out as she dropped her shorts and panties on the ground.
“Push the shelf in front of the door, lover, and get your ass over here. I’m on the clock.”
I tugged a supply shelf in front of the door and smiled at Elle with her feet up on the dryer. Her wet, pink pussy spread out before me was a magnificent sight.
My lips found hers, sucking at her tongue as my fingers caressed her clit. Elle reached down to unbutton my jeans. Removing her hands, I didn’t trust she wouldn’t get the damn thing stuck in the zipper.
“You’re too horny to be in charge,” I said, freeing her lips and removing my cock from its prison. “Oh, God, it’s been hard since I saw you in that fucking bikini.”
“Poor son of a bitch. You should wear baggier jeans,” Elle said as her finger stroked the tip.
I pressed my cock against her folds, finding her wet and ready. Elle cupped my jaw and stared into my eyes. Her gaze was soft and needy. I felt her remembering the distance between us over the last few days.
I nearly reminded Elle to stay smart about what our relationship could be. Except she had been quick to correct Alabama, who was ready for us to make wedding plans. Elle knew exactly what this was between us, so I kept my mouth shut and enjoyed the affection I saw in her eyes.
As I entered her body, we exhaled together. My hands cupped her covered tits while she sucked at my throat. I thrusted slow and deep, taking my time to find relief. Elle moaned my name when one of my hands slid between us and caressed her clit.
She pressed her face against my chest as she orgasmed. I felt her wanting to hide. The smarter thing would be to let Elle console herself. I wasn’t interested in making promises.
But Elle owned a special part of me. If she hid from me, that part inside me would turn hard and cold.
So, rather than let her hide in her head, I lifted her jaw so my lips could cover hers. I helped Elle stay out of her head as I found relief in a woman with the power to ruin me.
ELLE
Dinner at Lula’s place filled my head with impossible dreams about becoming Zodiac’s old lady. His club would be part of my extended family. I would one day ride bitch on Zodiac’s bike. We were the real deal, like my parents.
Zodiac’s possessive behavior all evening didn’t help snap me to reality. He acted like a guy in a relationship rather than a man who knocked up a chick and was trying to make the best of the situation.
