“I’m your teddy bear?” he grumbled. “Can’t you at least make it a little more menacing?”
I chuckled at his fake annoyance, but I knew he liked doing the same thing as I did. Falling asleep in his arms was quite literally heavenly, and then being prodded awake by his cock in the morning was the perfect way to wake up.
“My fierce teddy bear?”
“That’s more like it,” he said, but I saw the smirk on his lips as he lifted the mashed potato to his mouth.
“How was your day?” I asked him, eager to hear aboutwhat’s happening with the club. I knew they were voting on Kirby becoming a patched member. I liked that kid, especially with the way he was around Ryleigh and Shauna.
“Good, and yes before you ask, we voted yes to patching Kirby in.”
“So he’ll be Fury now?”
He nodded.
“I don’t know if I can call that kid Fury.”
“Just wait until you see him unleash on someone, Or, trust me, you’ll see what we do.”
I found myself chuckling at that as I watched my man eat his dinner as if he’d been hungry all day.
“Did you not eat today?”
“I did.”
“Why are you shovelling it in your mouth like you’re a starved man?”
He stopped and looked over at me. “Because I am, but not for food, for that pussy to be in my mouth.”
I felt heat creep up my spine as I thought of those lips on my pussy and suddenly I wasn’t so tired anymore. He saw what he did to me, and the desire curling in his eyes was enough that I didn’t even want to eat.
My phone dinged in the kitchen.
“You going to get that?” he asked.
“It’s just Sheridan. She’s probably just asking if I did everything today.”
“How do you know it’s Sheridan?”
“I have different tones for different people.”
He rolled his eyes. “I don’t even want to know what sound you have for me.”
I grinned, knowing I had only just changed it earlier today. He pulled his phone out, and I bounced from my chair to grab the phone before he could hear it, but I was too late. When the phone rang, my recorded voice note sounded through the kitchen.
Orla, when you get home, I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk anymore.
His mouth dropped.
“You recorded my voicemail to you?”
I chuckled, cradling my phone to my body. “Maybe.”
“So when I call you, people hear that?”
I nodded, a giggle rising to the surface. “You usually text me though, so no one has heard how hot you are for me.”
In the next moment, my phone roared in my hands from a text received from him. The bear sound effect had him choking on his meal.
