I love how she needs me in this moment.
My fingers brush her clit, and she shivers, her eyes closing as her head drops back into the pillow. I push my fingers back into her, rolling my tongue over the swollen bud.She tastes fucking divine.
Her legs begin to shake as her hands fist the sheets beneath us. Her juices coat my stubble, and right now, all I want is to feel her clench around my cock.
As she comes down from her high, my cock stands proud. I shove my boxers down and fist it, ready to claim what’s mine. I grab her by the hips, lifting her off the bed, and her legs instinctively wrap around my waist. I slide her onto my cock, gliding in effortlessly. Her nails dig into my back as I stretch her open. My kisses are clumsy and desperate as I work my way down her neck. My body moves on instinct, slamming into her as I push her against the wall. I drive my cock into her, giving her exactly what she needs.
I sense she’s close when her legs tighten around my waist and her cries get louder. I slide a hand over her backside, gripping the flesh roughly as I chase my release. I push my finger into her tight hole, and she groans, her pussy clenching my cock tighter, milking every last drop of cum until I’m a shaking, mess.I rest my head against her shoulder, the sound of our laboured breathing the only thing filling the room. Sweat coats our bodies as I slide her down until her feet hit the floor. I kiss her softly, smiling against her lips.
CHAPTER FOUR
ROCHELLE
Istretch out, aching from Drifter’s much needed assault on my body last night. I smile to myself. He knows all the right buttons to press to make me feel like his queen.
I roll over and feel the coldness from his side of the bed. Of course, it’s empty.As always.
I sigh out loud. It would be nice to wake up one morning with him by my side.
I make my way into the bathroom to administer yet another injection. I pinch the skin between my fingers and inhale sharply at the sting of the needle. My dad used to joke that I would never have a drug problem because of my fear. If only he could see me now.
I stare at my reflection, barely recognising the woman looking back at me. I’ve spent my entire life hiding my troubles. Growing up surrounded by bikers and club whores teaches you one thing fast—you don’t show weakness. Not even a crack. They’ll smell it and use it against you. And as the Pres’s ol’ lady, I don’t just stand beside him, I rule alongside him. He’d neveradmit it, but the truth is that without me, Drifter wouldn’t be the man or the President he is today.
He lost his dad in a turf war before he ever had the chance to grow into the role. He was young when it happened, forced to step up fast and take control of the club in the middle of a war with the Steel Delinquents. And now they’re back, I know it weighs on him. I see it, even if he’d never say a word.
I make my way into the kitchen, and Mumma Bear throws her arms around me. “Did you sleep well, my lovely?” I return the hug, squeezing her tight. I lost both my parents a long time ago, and she’s really stepped up, taking me under her wing. She has been like a mother to me. The club has always been my family, but Drifter’s mum has always gone the extra mile for me.
“Thanks, Maggie. I needed that.”
She releases me before grabbing a cup and making me a coffee. She turns, leaning against the counter whilst the coffee machine comes to life.
“Now, sit that arse down and tell Mumma what’s going on in that little head of yours,” she says, crossing her arms over her chest.
I smile at her fondly, pulling a dining room chair out.
“I feel like I’m losing it,” I admit, sitting cross-legged on the chair.
“Oh, lovely, we all feel that way sometimes.” She looks at me sympathetically, and I sigh.
“It’s been a long few days, and I feel like Drifter is getting sick of me.”
“Don’t be daft.” She chuckles, wafting her hand in front of her face. “You’re that boy’s everything. You know you mean the world to him.”
“Not more than the club,” I mutter under my breath, looking down at my hands and fidgeting uncomfortably.
Mumma Bear drags out a chair in front of me and sits down, grabbing my hands. “Did I tell you about the time his dad and I went through a rough patch?” I shake my head. “Well, it wasn’t pretty.” She laughs. “He was a fucker, you remember?”
“I do. I remember him giving Drifter the hard treatment, usually when I’d fucked up and he was covering for me.” She nods.
“The bastard ruled with an iron fist, but he got the job done, and this club was his life way before me. I had to slot in. It was always the honour of the club first, and it drove me fucking insane. One day, I’d had enough, so I walked out and left him.” My jaw hangs open. I never knew she had walked out. “I couldn’t take it anymore being second best to his brothers, but it wasn’t until I was gone that I realised he was my everything, and this club to him was that, I knew what I was getting into when I agreed to be his ol’ lady, but I was being selfish, I wanted more but this club was all he knew. It didn’t mean he loved me any less. Fuck, he would’ve burnt the world for me. But he would also do the same for his brothers. Drifter would do the same for you,” she says, cupping the side of my face.
“I don’t feel I’m good enough anymore,” I whisper. “What if I can’t give you a grandchild, Maggie?”
“Children aren’t the be-all and end-all. I only had Drifter. What’s meant to be will be. You never have to worry about not being enough because you are enough all on your own. He took you as his ol’ lady exactly as you are. He doesn’t need anything else.” I swipe away at my cheeks with the cuff of my jumper as the kitchen door swings open. I twist in my seat, keeping my back to the door to hide my tear-stained face. Mumma Bear gets to her feet.
“Good morning, son,” she chimes, and I quickly run my sleeves over my face again.
“Morning, Mumma,” he says, leaning in to kiss her on the cheek.
