My bathroom is nothing fancy, just a simple shower with green tiles my grandfather chose because they reminded him ofour vacations to the beach. I turn the water on and start pulling off my clothing.
I pull my shirt over my head and shove my jeans down without hesitation. When I turn around, Mica is leaning against the doorframe, still fully dressed, looking every bit the possessive biker he is. There is a tinge of worry to his expression.
“You don’t have to worry about me,” I say firmly. “I’m fine.”
“I know you are,” he deadpans back. “Can’t I admire my beautiful wife every now and then?”
“Only if it works both ways.” Gesturing to his clothing, I say boldly, “Time to show some muscles and ink.”
He begins removing his clothing, starting with his cut. Laying it aside, he pulls off his shirt and tosses it aside. He’s all broad chest, bulging biceps, and intricate tattoos. Tossing me a lopsided grin, he says, “A lot of people think I’m the smart one. But really, I’m the handsome one. It makes my brothers mad how the women flock to me.”
“Flocked to you, I think you mean. That part of your life is ancient history. As long as you’re married to me, you’re off the market.” Making a playful motion like I’m scribbling on a piece of imaginary paper, I imitate his deep voice, “You better write that shit down, babe. Because I do not like repeating myself.”
Mica laughs as he shoves his jeans and underwear down his legs, letting his thick cock spring free. I can’t help but remember how good that cock felt inside me the last time we had sex. It had been my first time, and now all I can think of is repeating the experience.
By now, he’s kicked off his boots, removed his socks, and is walking towards me. I turn and hurry into the shower, making him chase me. My hot husband is on me in seconds, slipping his arms around me and tugging me back against his chest. His mouth is hot and urgent on the back of my neck, and his hard cock is pressing into the small of my back.
For a few seconds, I don’t think about anything at all. Just heat and steam and the feel of Mica’s solid presence behind me. I love the way his hands slide over my body as he kisses and nuzzles my neck. He makes me feel attractive and desired in a way that few men ever have.
I lean back into him, and a cascade of warm water drenches me. His hand picks up my shampoo, and he squeezes out a bit onto my hair and begins massaging it in.
“I love it when you wash my hair, babe.”
“I love taking care of what’s mine,” he replies. “You’re the source of all my future happiness. I can’t afford to take you for granted.”
I press my hands against the side of the shower and glance over my shoulder. “You’re right. I’m the club princess of Vulture’s Pride. And I’m extremely high maintenance. You’re going to have to stay on your toes to keep me happy.”
I can tell that Mica catches my humor because he smiles. One of his hands comes up to cup my cheek. He firmly turns my head until we’re looking into each other’s eyes. “You might have been the club princess for Vulture’s Pride growing up, but now you’re the club queen for Raging Vultures.”
Hope surges in my chest. “Do you mean that? You’re really going to rebuild my grandfather’s club?”
“I already told you that I was, and I’m a man of my word.” The matter-of-fact tone of his voice convinces me.
When I turn to face him, he gives me a passionate kiss that’s made of all the things that he is. I can feel his raw need for me right along with his possessiveness, protectiveness, loyalty, and confidence. It’s a heady mix. I’m smart enough to see that Mica is destined for greatness in his own way. I want to rebuild what I’ve lost with this man and watch him grow into the role he was born for.
I melt into him, because I can’t bring myself to do anything else when he’s being like this. When it comes to intimacy, I’m happy to let him take the lead. By the time we are both clean, my body aches for him. I run two fingers across his shoulder, down his chest, and over the tattoos. I’ve been admiring his ink since the first time I saw him with his shirt off. I don’t touch the coyote on his collarbone because I don’t want to press on the jagged scar tissue underneath.
Mica seems to be in some kind of holding pattern. It feels like he’s waiting for me to tell him what I need. Or maybe he’s just enjoying the feel of my hands on him. The more I think about that, the more I want to give him the kind of pleasure he deserves. He’s right about us not taking each other for granted. I vow that tonight is the night I step up my game.
I bring my hands up to his face and gaze into his eyes. “I want you right here and now.”
His face lights up. “You want shower sex. I can totally do that.”
I can tell by the excited tone of his voice and his hungry expression that this was the right move. He lifts me onto his hips by wrapping both hands around my body and grasping each ass cheek. It takes me by surprise, but I recover quickly, wrapping my legs around his body. Truth be told, this is the most sexually adventurous thing I’ve ever done in my life and I like it.
The kiss he lays on me starts slow, but slow isn’t what I want right now. I run my fingers through his wet hair and kiss him back, throwing my whole soul into it. In my world, this is everything.
We deepen the kiss. When I press my body against his, I feel exactly how much restraint he’s been exercising and when his cock jerks, I realize exactly how close he is to losing control. For some reason, knowing he’s having a hard time controlling himself flips all the right switches for me.
I pull back just enough to look at him. His eyes are dark and intense. “You don’t need to always be careful with me,” I tell him. “I’m not going to break if we have the kind of sex you need. I like it when you’re a little rough.”
He sucks in a deep breath and something in his expression changes. He lifts me slightly and brings up one leg to balance me against the wall of the shower, so he can cup my face again. His eyes search mine for a long moment before he asks, “Are you sure, sweetness?”
“I’m more than sure. Let’s have the kind of sex we both enjoy.”
That wary, careful look in his eyes is replaced with hunger and possessiveness in an instant. This is everything I’ve come to crave from this wonderful man.
“You were fuckin’ made for me, Nova,” he says. His voice is rough and emotional.
