“I love you, babe,” I tell him gently. Mica is a big biker, born and raised in the Sons of Rage clubhouse. He steps up. Earlier he killed a man to protect me. But he doesn’t do a very good job when it comes to emotions. That’s why I meet him more than halfway by saying it first.
He leans his forehead against mine and eases me down on his cock. It’s embarrassing how wet I am for him. I think it’s this position, one where he’s showing so much power and control. It really gets to me. I throw my head back against the wall as my body struggles to adjust to his thickness. I already learned the key is relaxing my body and taking it slow. Since Mica has the taking it slow part covered, I work on relaxing my body. Closing my eyes, I just lean against the wall and let him slide in inch by thrilling inch.
Once he’s all the way in, we rest for a minute.
He asks, “Are you doing okay, darlin’?”
I shake my head, still with my eyes closed. “No, I’m not okay. I am fantastic because I’m right where I want to be with the only man I’ve ever truly wanted.”
“Keep saying shit and I’m gonna blast off before you even get your first orgasm.”
I open my eyes to find he’s looking at my face intently. I squeeze my legs together and say teasingly, “Don’t threaten me with a good time, babe.”
He lifts me with one hand and presses the other against the shower wall for balance and pulls out in one long smoothmovement. I feel the loss of his cock immediately. Before I can say anything, he shoves himself back inside me hard enough to take my breath away.
His mouth finds my breast and I arch my back, displaying my breasts for his enjoyment. I grasp his shoulders to anchor myself and move in a rhythm that feels so natural, I don’t even have to think about it.
I don’t know how long we’re there, but the more he moves inside me, the wetter I become. He moves, flipping me around and takes me from behind. I reach out and grab the soap dish built into the shower wall and use it for balance, as Mica crowds me, fucks me, and makes all my sexual fantasies come true.
He knows my body now and does all the things I like. His hand slides down to move over my clit and I come so hard that I feel like I’m going to faint. That happened last time too, so I don’t worry too much about it. My husband wants to learn what brings me pleasure because he pays attention to everything. That’s just how he is, methodical and detail oriented.
When I come all over his big fat cock the second time, he groans and two thrusts later he’s coming deep inside me. I’m limp and slide down the wall when he pulls out. Mica just scoops me up, turns off the barely warm shower, and carries me off to bed.
He climbs between the sheets with me and spoons me from behind. I feel warm, loved, and satisfied with my lot in life.
“You good, sweetness, or do you want me to use my mouth on you?”
I choke out a laugh. “I’m good with just your cock.”
He shoots back, “You forgot to say fat.”
I press my lips together to keep from laughing because he does always say fat cock, like it’s such an important selling point that he needs to remind me all the time.
“Fine, I’m good getting orgasms from your fat cock tonight.”
“I can always wake you up in the morning with my mouth. There’s no rule against that, right?”
“Were you always this much of a chronic overachiever?” I ask, failing miserably at keeping the amusement out of my voice.
“I gotta stay at the top of my game. My old man didn’t raise no slacker, you know?”
Turning over in his arms, I run one hand along his square jawline. “You don’t have to keep talking yourself up and reminding me that you’re husband material. I’m already totally convinced that I ended up with the best brother in your club. I’m never going to lose interest, become distant, or drift away. Right here in your arms, riding your fat cock is the only place I’ll ever want to be.”
Another one of those slow, devastating smiles spreads across his face. He brings up one hand to slap his chest. “Same thing right here, sweetness. I’m what they call a fuckin’ happily married man. Ain’t no club girl gonna lure me away. We’re not like that in my family. We’re loyal and attentive.”
“I’ve seen that for myself, babe. I can’t wait for us to settle into our new life and learn everything about each other. It’s going to be great.” When I move closer and lay my cheek on hischest, his arm comes up around my back. I feel his lips brush across my forehead and then he finally relaxes.
I trace one of his tattoos with my finger. “You know, I’m probably going to have a nightmare or two about the things Darkness said in that cave.”
His one-armed hug tightens. “If you do, I’ll be right here to soothe you through it.”
I can’t help but smile. I didn’t tell him that because I wanted him to do anything. It was a heads up so he wouldn’t freak out. I decide to keep that part to myself. Mica needs to make things right and I need to stop being so headstrong. This is the way. I feel it all the way down my bones.
Chapter 17
Mica
Seven weeks after the cave, Nova and I are busy clearing up after the fires and planning our next move. We’ve got two crews working at the same time. They’re making fucking amazing progress.
