“Yes.”
My eyes close as I swivel my hips, giving her a little reprieve from the hardness.
“Then hold on tight, Cherry.”
She grips the sheets as I fuck her harder than I have before, slapping her ass and pulling her hair. Never hard enough to really hurt, only hardenough to have her moaning and clutching out and her cunt gripping me hard enough to make my cock swell and pulse. I reach around and pinch her clit, I may be a selfish bastard right now but I will never leave her wanting.
My cum pulses into her and she lets out a scream I’m sure the brothers can hear but all that does is make me possessive, wanting them to know I own this woman. And she fucking owns me.
I take a chance and give her a ride home, Nashville follows at a distance and he will hang around after I’ve left her to make sure she’s safe. But after that claiming, I need her at my back, to make it known in a way they can actually see, that she is mine. No man in the MC can deny when a woman rides at a man’s back, she is off limits.
Taylor is anxious and makes little scared noises but when we get back to her house, her cheeks are rosy and her eyes full of excitement. I help her off the bike and take the helmet. She stares at me but I won’t kiss her, not out here.
Instead I run a hand up her thigh, under her skirt. “Don’t take a shower till tomorrow.”
She frowns.
“I want to know my cum is still inside this pussy when I can’t be,” I press her panties into the slit, forcing the fabric inside. They’re still wet and my dick starts to get hard again, but she needs to wrap her head around what happened. “What are you going to do, Cherry?”
“Keep your cum inside me,” she lifts a brow.
“Fucking hell,” I shake my head with a laugh. “Get inside, lock up. I’ll call you.”
She does as I ask and I nod to Nashville as I drive down the block where he is waiting. He’ll make sure it’s safe before he leaves.
Rebel is waiting for me in the big room when I get back.
“Now that we’re done with the claiming, can we get back to business?”
“It wasn’t planned, but fuck you,” I drawl.
“Yeah, yeah. I think you’re fucking crazy but when do you ever listen to me.”
“That’s bullshit and you know it. Where she’s concerned, I don’t need to listen to anyone. Make sure she’s safe,” I add. There is no need to say what that means. The whole club will watch out for her now. Whether she knows it or not, she’s part of us.
Chapter Twenty Two
Taylor
“You haven’t stopped smiling for over a week now.” I turn to face Shannon. She is leaning in my doorway eyeing me. “You either won the lottery or you’re getting laid.”
“Shannon,” my mouth drops open. “You can’t say that.”
“I just did, and you confirmed. Who is the lucky guy?”
I haven’t thought about how I’m going to explain Noah to people. Dana knows, and she was shocked as hell when I told her what happened a couple of nights ago. She wants to meet him properly now and denied having an ulterior motive to meet Stryker. Noah hasn’t introduced me to everyone yet but I’ve met Nashville a couple of times now.
“He is a friend of a patient,” I tell her sheepishly.
“Which patient?” her smile fades.
“Jesse Cartwright.”
“Well, if he looks anything like him,” she sighs and straightens up. “It’s my duty as your manager and administrator for this clinic that under no circumstances should you have any kind of relationship with a patient.”
“I think Noah would agree.”
She snorts a laugh. “Just keep it professional here. Or we can hand him off to Caitlyn.”
