In one swift movement, with his cock still inside me, he laid me on my back, putting a pillow under me, tilting my hips, hitting the one spot that would make me see stars. He drove into me, relentlessly chasing his orgasm, keeping me in own haze, and a third orgasm threatening to come to the surface.
He was rough, he was hard. It was his own demons coming to play, claiming every inch of me. Reminding me that I did belong to him,withhim. He could be soft, but it was the dark side of him that made me want him more. He took what he wanted and never apologized for it. And in that call room, he wanted to prove that with his cock pounding into me like an animal claiming his prey.
His one hand shot to my throat, giving it a light squeeze until he was on the verge of coming, his hand wrapped tighter. He chased both our desires, our own release. “Shooter, please.”
“I got you, I got you.” He grunted until I felt his cock spasm and his cum painting my insides, mixing both our releases. He let go of my throat, but looked down as his cock slowly pulled out, but he was still coming. He thrusted back in. I moaned. “Beautiful.”
I think I died and went to sex heaven, my body felt like I was floating on a cloud. I whined when he pulled out and all I felt was emptiness. What did that say about me? I felt his finger glide along my opening, playing with his cum; pushing the cum thatwas dripping back inside of me. It shouldn’t turn me on, but fuck my body wanted a round two.
He bent over me, the puddle of me he created, and kissed my forehead.
“If I wasn’t alright, I wouldn’t have been able to fuck you.” He sounded so smug and I wanted to be angry at him.
I rose to my elbows. “Why couldn’t you have just told me that you were being shot at?”
He raised an eyebrow. “You think you wouldn’t have reacted the way you just did?”
“A scared woman that her man had a target on his back and he tried to hide it with sex? Sure I would have been completely calm.” I rolled my eyes.
“Sometimes the less you know the better.”
“Sure, and if I were to do that, my ass would be painted every shade of red and tied to the bed.” A thread of guilt was woven. I hadn’t told him yet. Soon, I was going to tell.
“I mean… that could be a regular Tuesday.” He smirked. I shoved his chest, trying to climb off the bed but powerful hands pinned me back to the bed. He nuzzled my neck, and a deep sigh heated my neck. “I’ll try to be better. I just…”
He looked me in the eyes, trying to find the words. “I don’t want to lose you too.”
“Was that an apology?”
“Yes.”
“We’ll try better then. No more hiding, right?” I tried to hide what was internally eating me up.
“No more.” he said, sealing it with a kiss. I promised myself I’d tell him soon, though I felt it would be sooner rather than later.
Chapter 28
Shooter
“Iwant to make it official,” I announced. With all eyes staring back at me, I may have jumped the gun a little too early.
A stern look was shot back at me; Hound Dog warned me without words. Only a few minutes into the officer meeting and I was on the verge of being kicked out. My leg couldn’t stop bouncing from the anticipation, waiting to make it official, knowing that she would be fully protected from any danger and officially mine.
He had called for a meeting before going into a church meeting a couple of days after the shootout at Ms. Raven’s.
“About time,” B.B. chimed in. Somehow his goofy ass was the V.P., I never understood it. He seemed too much like Fender, more on the charming and cheery side of things whereas Hound Dog and I were more heavy handed and bloodthirsty, a bit more stern.
"We have more pressing matters right now,” Hound Dog said, putting his foot down on the matter. When he saw the fire in my eyes, he narrowed his and said, “We’ll come back to that.”
I sat back in the chair, everyone was here. Hound Dog, our president at the head of the table, B.B, our V.P, right beside him. Fender, our Road Captain, and Twitty, our sergeant at arms, and myself in line with each other. Hank, our treasurer, and Otis, our secretary on the opposite side of the table. Reverend, our chaplain, was outside the door, never far from us ever needing a counselor, but helped step in when we needed someone to not interrupt us.
I tried to remain quiet, keyword was tried. There was much going on in the background that it was hard to ignore.
Hound Dog leaned back in his chair and took a deep breath, trying to find the words that no one wanted to hear, at least again. “Apparently we have another problem. It seems like when we got rid of one annoyance, another popped up.”
Hank chimed in, “It was bound to happen. It happens to other chapters and lord knows we never came into this city with open arms.” Hank had been here for a while, between him and Twitty, they’d been here the longest on board.
“Doesn’t matter. Apparently the lesson of burning down one club wouldn’t signal to others to never step foot in our city,” Hound protested. “The amount of peace has long been gone.”
