“More, please, more, more, more,” I chant in time with his thrusts, until I’m mindless and drunk on the feelings that pulse throughout my body, cresting to something wonderful.
“I’ve got you, I’ve always got you,” Reid whispers in my ear before leaning back on his haunches, gripping my hips and dragging my ass up until my legs flop wide and in the air.
“Oh!” I gasp as a shudder runs through me and I know I’m close.
Cracking my eyelids open a little I’m awed at the sight of this man.Myman. The moonlight illuminates him in a way that makes his pale skin look like it’s been carved from marble. His hair glowing in the candlelight, the planes of his handsome face lit up in a way that makes him look like a dream and a nightmare rolled into one. My dream, and someone else’s nightmare. He grins down at me, perfect white teeth peeking through his thick beard and he thrusts. Deep. Hard. Hitting that magical spot I’ve heard the Girl Gang mention but never knew it existed inside me. It’s pain and pleasure all rolled into one and a feeling burns into my chest. Not the guilt of the old days where Travis made me feel bad so I would sleep with him. No, this guilt fills my chest because it feels too good, too perfect and I don’t know if I deserve this life. Reid hits that spot inside me again and those feelings fly out of my head, rattled free by a man whose actions say he loves me. A man whose every thought is to make my lifebetter. Only a dumbass would look at that and reject that gift. I may still be on my journey of self worth, but I’m no dumbass.
“Baby, get out of your head,” Reid grunts and my gaze snaps to his. “I need you here with me, Joy. I need you to feel every inch of me inside your perfect fucking pussy. I want to feel your juices running down my cock as I pound into you-” I gasp, a keening cry escaping me as Reid grips me tighter, pulling me on and off his cock, “I want to feel your pussy choke me with your orgasm as you come all over me.”
His thrusts turn brutal and my hands slap down onto his wrists, gripping on as if I need to anchor myself to him as he grips my hips tighter. The pain feels delicious and I know I’ll have his mark on me in the morning. I wrap my hands even tighter around him, wanting him to know I’m tough, I can handle everything he gives me. I’m not that broken woman anymore, and this, here with him is lighting me up from the inside out.
My legs start to shake as I writhe on the ground, the soft picnic blanket feeling more like silk as every nerve ending in me can only feel pleasure as I light up, my core pulsing before I shudder and a long, low moan fills the air before wave after wave of breath stealing pleasure crashes over me. Reid’s hips stutter and then he scoops me up, one hand at the back of my neck, my chest crashing against his as he holds me impossibly tight while I writhe and buck and shudder in his arms. He grunts and then I feel him, warmth splashing my insides as his thrusts turn slow, lazy, his hard thighs beneath mine tensing in pulses, emptying himself deep inside me, where he belongs.
“I love you Joy, so fucking much it hurts.”
I run my hands down his back as my chest rests against his copper chest hair. “I will never be able to tell you in words how much I love you, Reid. You own me.”
“No baby, I could never own you. We don’t own, you and me. We belong.”
My lips tip up, yeah, I like that. We belong.
“Reid, what happens next?”
He lets out a long breath before pressing his cheek to my crown. “Well, we eat the food TumTum made for us, although I don’t know how good it is. I don't ever remember him cooking at the clubhouse, so it could be bad. When we’ve had our fill we’ll slowly ride home. Then I sneak you into my childhood bedroom where I will make love to you through the night and then, at some stage, we’ll take care of business and then I’ll move into your little house or we can build at the compound and we’ll make some more red-headed kids and we’ll live happily ever after.”
“Promise?”
“You have my word.”
Chapter 19
Switch
Glancing down at the woman sleeping on my chest I sigh in contentment, trying to ignore the gnawing feeling in my gut that at any time this perfect moment will be shattered by forces outside of my control. I can already feel my hearing pricking up, listening to any noise that doesn't sound like the ones I’m used to hearing in this house. I know every creaky floorboard, every squeaky hinge, every rattly window in this house as if it’s been woven into the very fabric of my make up. I remember having to avoid all of them as a teenager when I wanted to sneak out, or sneak back in.
I run my fingertip down Joy’s ski-slope nose before cuddling her just a little tighter. What I really want is to sink inside her again, but after the moment by the lake, and then two more sessions in my childhood bed, I figured I better let her rest.I probably need it too, but I just can’t shake the feeling that something is on the horizon. I know I’m not the only one feeling it. I can hear and almost feel my brothers as they move through the house, the prospects all taking turns at lookout, under the watchful eye of Mercy. It kills me that my little cousin never sleeps right, but in moments like these I have to see certain curses as blessings.
“You need sleep,” Joy murmurs, pressing a kiss to my pec, not bothering to open her eyes.
“So do you, babe.”
“I don’t need to fight the bad guys,” she mumbles grumpily before huffing a breath. My lips tip up when her breathing slows right down and she relaxes against me. Good to know my woman is happy to sleep anywhere, anytime, no matter what’s happening.
A creak outside my door is accompanied by a soft rapping. “We got eyes on brother. We’re moving the women and children.”
Before I can rouse Joy she sits straight up, coiled like a snake. “Kit,” she whispers before throwing herself out of bed and pulling on her clothes. Well, OK then. It also seems my woman can be up in a matter of seconds.
I follow her lead, not bothering to button my jeans before grabbing her hand and pulling her behind me into the hall. My eyes land on Mama Debs carrying a bundled and sleeping Kit in her arms.
“I’ll take her, Mama. Who else do we have to move?” Mama Debs gently hands Kit over to me before rushing back into the room.
“Just Chomper. I’ve got him,” she calls over her shoulder. “We’re heading to the bunker.”
I nod, tipping my head to Joy who scuttles after me as we make our way down the stairs to the basement. The bunkerdoor is already open with my momma, papa and sisters already helping the women get the kids into the beds we have down here.
“Whoa,”Joy whispers from behind me.
“Just like the bunkroom upstairs,” I say. “It’s just, down here is all.”
