I push in slowly, giving her body time to adjust. She’s tight, but like she was designed for me, her body gives way, taking me. My cock swells inside of her tight hole, begging her to take me just a little more.
I stroke her hip, beads of sweat rolling down my back at the effort it takes to be slow and gentle when my entire being is aching for more. She whimpers and rocks forward, and back, riding me, taking her pleasure as I fill her another inch and then another.
I’m so close, nearly there. My entire body shakes, I want to thrust and thrust hard, and come, come so hard it fucking blinds me. I don’t. Instead I let her set the pace. Her gentle rocking, the sweet cant of her hips back into me, is enough to take me straight to the edge.
And then she moans, in her sweet, innocent voice. “Edge… fuck- Edge- I’m so- I’m sofull.”
I lose it.
I stay totally still inside of her, but I reach down and find her drenched cunt. She’s so slick that when I slide three fingers inside of her, she takes them easily.
She screams.
Her cunt spasms around my fingers, and her juices soak my hand as she comes in explosive waves. Her hips writhe and wriggle and she takes me even further into her ass all on her own as she comes on my hand. I can feel those tremors in her ass, her warm, tight ass.
I yell out her name and jack forward, sliding my fingers out of her sopping, swollen cunt and grab her hair. I tangle it over my fist, wrap those glorious silky, raven black strands between my fingers and jerk sharply, so that her head snaps backwards. I rock my hips as gently as I can. It’s all the movement I need, one thrust home and I’m coming in hot bursts.
She rears up against me, and I hold her as we shake and unravel together, panting along with her whimpers and sharp bursts of breath.
I stay throbbing in her until I’m sure she’s come back down. I’m still hard as a rock as I pull out of her, achingly slowly, not wanting to hurt her now that she’s sensitive and sore all over. She stays perfectly still. Even after I go to the bathroom and return with a cloth to clean her up, she doesn’t move. Her hands are ground into the quilt that I don’t recognize, the knuckles gone completely white.
I clean her quickly, adeptly, before I go to the bathroom and rinse myself off.
When I return a minute later, she’s still in the same position.
My heart locks up in my chest and fear nestles its icy cold claws into my back. I turn her gently around and tug her into my arms. She goes willingly, wrapping her hands around my neck. I tilt her face up so that she can watch my lips.
She looks up at me with such innocent trust, such naive and fragile sweetness that my stomach cramps up for another reason entirely. She’s given me her body in blind trust, and I lied straight to her face. I need to tell her. Need to be honest and trust her the same way she’s trusted me for years.
“Harley…”
She looks up at me with those beautiful eyes, waiting, waiting for what I have to say.
And so I do it. I tell her, the only way I know how. Straight to the point.
“I didn’t leave my vest at the clubhouse. I gave it back. I left the club.”
Chapter Twenty-Three
Harley
Edge’s terrible words cut through the aftermath of the bliss that clouds my brain like a thick, heady fog.
“What?” I blink at him, so shocked I can’t even begin to process. I must have heard him wrong. This time, I watch his lips more carefully.
“It was the best thing.” Edge’s hand rakes around protectively to the back of my neck. I’m still sweaty back there, and when he sweeps my hand away and rests his warm fingers there, it feels like a relief.
His eyes glisten with pain, even though the rest of his face remains neutral. He can try and lie to me, to sell it to himself, but his body language won’t lie, and it’s what I’m attuned to most. I can see his pulse point jumping at his neck, the way a vein in his forehead throbs, the way the lines at the corners of his eyes and mouth deepen.
“Why? Why would you do that?”
He shakes his head and glances away, but he doesn’t turn his face, so that I can’t read his lips properly. “Because it needed to be done. Sometimes this shit is bigger than just ourselves. I swore that oath when I patched in, an oath that says I’d fight and die for my brothers. That means, to me at least, that I’ll always do what’s best for them and right now, leaving the MC was definitely the right thing.”
“Because of my dad?”
Edge hesitates. I know he’s trying to figure out a way to spare my feelings, and I don’t want him to. I want him to tell me exactly what is happening.
“Edge?”
