I rolled my eyes, pressing a hand over his mouth, although somehow it just resulted in my fingers being in his mouth, with him sucking on them. It was weird, but kinda cute too.
“No attempts at sex talk, Rocket. Just fuck me, yeah?”
He hoisted me higher to carry me to the small bedroom, turning to sit on it with me in his lap, and I eased my fingers from his mouth, wiping them on his shirt.
“Can I fuck you now, or are you gonna keep making me suck parts of you that I’m not looking to suck?”
I pushed him back, tugging at his prospect cut, and sliding it open to reach his shirt, and slide my hands underneath it.
“You know what? I’ll do the talking, Rocket. I’m going to strip your clothes off, straddle your thick cock, and ride you until we both explode. I mean, if that’s okay with you. I want you to come inside me, do you want that? You want to fill me with your cum, and maybe make a baby?”
He growled, rolling us over and settling between my legs.
“So much fucking cum, babe. I’m going to fill you daily until your stomach starts to grow with our child inside.” For once I didn’t feel like silencing him, so as we finally managed to drag our clothes off, he eased inside me, and laced our fingers together, against the mattress.
“I love you, my old lady. You look so hot with my name on you.”
I couldn’t even gag him, could I? He’d made sure of that, and I watched him grin at me as he watched me realise that.
“How about you kiss me before you dig yourself a hole, Rocket?”
“You think I can’t still talk with both our tongues in my mouth?”
Ugh. I rocked my hips up against him, and we both groaned softly as the friction sent ripples of delight through us.
Rocket’s lips finally descended on mine, and his tongue surged deep as he began fucking me, his hips slamming against mine as we both rode each other, chasing our orgasms, chasing our future, chasing every single moment we could have for ourselves. There would never be a time when this would get oldor tiresome for us. We were made to be locked together like this, and I’d never let him stop.
THE END
Epilogue Two
To fully understand thesituation I’m in, we’d have to go back fifteen years, and start there. It all started when I met her.Gloria. She’s my best friend. She’s the person I’ve always turned to when I needed help or advice, and was always the same for her. She’s the one I saw every movie release of the last decade or so with… no, wait, that’s not true. Five years ago, she made a decision. That decision changed my life along with hers. I managed a few years in the same town as her, but it was too fucking hard, so I moved on.
I left the place I’d been born in, had grown up in, had fallen in love in, and had my heart broken in.
Phoenix MC is giving me a reason to live again, but how do I get my heart back from the woman I gave it to five years ago? I never got it back. I didn’t want it back, because she didn’t give me hers in return.
“Man, you’re wallowing again. Do you need to go see your girl?” I sighed heavily, tipping back the last of my beer.
“She’s not my girl.”
Rocket frowned at me, and that man saw way too much, understood more than I wanted him to, and always put words to the things I was trying to keep hidden in the silence.
“You want her to be, man. What’s holding you back?”
A week ago, Gloria called me in a panic, needed rescuing, and what did I do? I dropped everything. That’s what you do for friends, and even more, that’s what you do for people you love.
I always wondered why she cut off contact with me when she got married to him, but I get it now. That’s what he was doing. It started with isolating her from friends and family, and it ended with that traumatised, beaten woman, who huddled in the doorway and waited for me to save her.
I’ll always fucking save her.
“Grow some balls, man. I hear they like that.”
Withering glares didn’t work on my man, Rocket, but I loved that about him. He was a straight to the point kind of guy. He didn’t beat around the bush or hold back. He didn’t mince his words. If something had to be said, he would say it. Him and his old lady were so alike in that way.
“It’s not that simple, brother. She’s still trying to process everything and come to terms with it. I’m not a predator slinking around in the background waiting to jump on her.”
He grinned. “But you want to be.”
