When they finally collapsed into much needed sleep, the sun was starting to rise into the sky. Max closed his eyes as Desiree snuggled into his arms, sleep already claiming her.
When Max woke up a couple of hours later, all he could do was stare down at the woman who owned his heart… lock, stock, and barrel. Now that he’s tasted her, he couldn’t get enough of her.
She was his. He was hers.
Always had been. But now…it was finally official.
Using a finger, he slowly moved a stray, dark hair out of her face. To him, she was the most beautiful woman in the world.
She fit just right in his arms when he’d pull her in. Like her brothers, she’d inherited her father’s raven black hair that shone beautifully in the sunlight.
She had tanned skin from her time in the sun. The tan made her hazel eyes sparkle with their green specks.
She often wore tank tops when she wasn’t riding her motorcycle, so her right arm, from the shoulder down displayed her oleander tattoo that was a work of art. She had a couple of other tattoos in different places on her body that he nipped at while he was worshipping her body.
She kept in shape which was evident with her toned body that made his mouth water when he looked at her. His favorite parts were her naturally well-endowed tits that were plentiful in his hands and her ass that jiggled just right when he fucked her from behind or spanked her ass.
He could actually see a future with her for the rest of their lives. Something that should scare the living hell out of him, yet it didn’t.
If a woman came to him with that same thought, he’d be running into the opposite direction. With Desiree, he wanted forever with her.
“Penny for your thoughts?”
Max looked down and saw Desiree staring up at him. Fuck! He’d just fucked her four hours ago and he wanted her again.
“Breakfast. Whether I should eat actual food, you, or both. Then, in what order.” Max winked down at her.
“Well, since we didn’t eat dinner last night, I suggest real food for breakfast so that you have energy for later.” Desiree smiled up at him as she let her hand roam from his chest down to his stomach, to his hardened cock.
“You it is then.” Max growled as he pinned Desiree to the bed.
Breakfast was missed, so they wound up heating up the steaks from last night. They laid a blanket down on the living room floor and fed each other around kisses and laughter.
Once they were done with lunch, Max gorged himself on Desiree again. He loved the sounds she made, especially when he first thrust into her tight heat.
In between, he held her, talked to her, teased her, and breathed her into his soul. Things he’d never done with another woman, ever.
“Teddy know where things stand with us?”
Max looked down as his finger traced her jawline. “Yes. He wasn’t happy at first. Gave me an earful about past trauma’s, what’s going on now, and whether you were ready yet. I reminded him you were an adult and could make your own decisions. He asked my intentions. I told him. A few threats here and there, but everything is okay between us.”
“Good. I’d hate to have to beat the shit out of my baby brother.”
Max leaned down with a chuckle to kiss her. As soon as their lips touched, all hell broke loose.
Chapter
Seventeen
Desiree screamed out as glass from her windows shattered around them in the living room. Max laid on top of her, shielding her from the flying glass and bullets pinging off the walls.
They quickly dressed as they covertly looked outside to see who was shooting at the house. More shots ricochet off of the walls, making them duck for cover again.
Desiree crawled across the living room wooden floors and broken glass to reach her custom-made coffee table. She placed her hand on the hidden scanner and waited for the table to click.
She pulled out two handguns and an AR-15, along with several full magazines for reach weapon. Once she’d gotten what she needed out of the vault, she hit the panic button that had been installed inside the coffee table that would send alarms to Teddy, Jose, and Andrea.
Andrea would sound the alarm for the rest of the Blue Lotus club. Whoever was shooting at them would have ten to fifteen minutes at most, unless Jose was on duty.
