"Noted." I suck her nipple hard enough to make her gasp. "I'll threaten one every night if this is what I get."
Her laugh turns into a moan as my fingers find her clit. I work her with firm, practiced strokes I've mapped across dozens of nights in this bed—the exact pressure, the exact rhythm that makes her hips roll against my palm. Her body opens for me the way it always does, and I slip my fingers inside to check she's ready.
She's drenched. Clenching around me so tight my cock throbs.
"Knox—" She rocks against my hand. "Not your fingers. You."
"Patience." I curl my fingers and her whole body shudders. "You know the deal."
"I know the deal. I also know I've taken your cock dozens of times and I'm not going to break."
"Humor me." I press deeper, feel her pulse around me—slick, swollen, ready. "There. That's my girl."
I pull my fingers free and bring them to my mouth. Her eyes darken as I lick them clean.
"Shut up and fuck me."
A growl tears loose from my chest. I shed my jeans and settle between her thighs. My cock presses against her entrance—hot, leaking, straining toward the heat of her. She wraps her legs around my waist, heels digging into my lower back, pulling me forward.
I slide inside her in one long stroke.
Her moan breaks into a sob and the sound unravels me. I hold still, buried to the hilt, her tight heat gripping my cock so hard I grit my teeth against the urge to come. My forehead drops to hers.
"I love you."
Her eyes fill. "Say it again."
"I love you." I pull back and thrust forward, slow and deep. "I love you, Sarah."
"I love you too." Her voice breaks on the second word. "I always will."
I thrust again—deeper this time, grinding against her clit at the base of every stroke. She moans and her nails drag down my back, her pussy clenching around me with every push. Tonight I take my time.
"You feel so fucking good." I grip her hip and angle deeper, hitting the spot that makes her cry out."Every time. Every fucking time, you wreck me."
She reaches up and cups my face, pulling my mouth down to hers. I kiss her deep and filthy while my hips keep moving, swallowing every moan she feeds me. Her legs tighten around my waist. Her heels dig into my ass, urging me faster.
I give her what she wants. Drive into her harder, my cock stretching her with every stroke, the wet sounds filling the room. Her scent thickens—arousal layered on need that makes the feral thing inside me roar.
"Knox—I'm going to—"
"Let go." I thrust deep and hold, grinding against her clit. "I've got you. I always have you."
She breaks apart with a scream, her inner walls clamping down on me in waves, milking my shaft. I bury my face in her neck and let go—spill inside her with a groan that shakes my bones, my hips jerking, my arms trembling. She holds on through all of it. Takes everything. Wraps herself around me and refuses to let go.
For a long moment we lie together, foreheads pressed close, my cock still buried inside her. I pull out and she makes a soft sound of protest, but I gather her against my chest and she settles there, her fingers tracing idle patterns across my skin.
"Knox?"
"Hmm."
"We can't raise a baby in the clubhouse forever."
I press my mouth to her hair. "I've been thinking about that. There's land past the south gate. Enough to build on. Close enough that the brothers are a shout away, far enough that we're not living on top of the bar."
She props herself on her elbow, her eyes bright. "A house."
"Our house. With a yard big enough for a kid to run in. And a nursery with a door wide enough for me to carry them through without turning sideways."
