“Shh, it doesn’t matter who you were before. It matters who you are now. Names aren’t important. You’re always going to be Sunflower to me.”
“But…”
“No buts.” I let my hands wander up her sides before cupping her face. I needed her to believe me, so I waited until she met my eyes before I spoke again. “I won’t let anything happen to you Gypsy. Not if you’re mine.”
“Yours? When did I suddenly become yours, Fang?”
I smiled down at her. “I don’t know, maybe the first time I saw you on the side of the road with that damn bottle of whiskey at your lips.”
“You don’t know me.”
“I know enough, and the rest we can figure out later. I’m not talking about you wearing my property patch or marriage or anything of that stuff...yet. I’m talking about getting to know each other and you letting me look after you. Being my woman has its perks.” I rolled my body into her hips so she would have no doubt as to what I was talking about.
She sucked in a breath.
“And I’m not just talking about that either.” I chuckled. “The club will protect you. We will look after you. I will…”
“All I have to do is be your woman? Is that the condition of your protection? That I fuck you whenever you want to?”
With an exasperated groan, I rolled on top of her. Her legs opened to accommodate me, wrapping around my waist and drawing me into her warmth.
She wanted me inside of her, that much was clear.
“There are no conditions. If you don’t want to share my bed then that’s fine. Won’t stop me from helping you. And it sure as hell won’t stop me from wanting you. But all you have to say is no and I will leave you alone. We can do the whole dating thing if you want. I might be a little rusty though, it’s been over twenty years since I took someone out on a date.”
The tip of my cock strained against the soft fabric of my sweatpants, eager and impatient to be free. Gypsy's legs around my waist had already pushed them further down my hips. An inch or two more and we would be skin to skin. I could feel the heat radiating from her.
“I don’t want you to leave.” Gypsy’s small hands pushed the cloth down over my hips. “I want this. I need it.”
I didn’t let myself think too much about her words. I kicked the offending material from around my knees. If she wanted me then I would give her what she wanted.
Only this time I would fuck her on my terms. This wouldn’t be rushed like it had been the first time. I wanted to go slow, to savour the little moments between us.
“Tell me what you want.” I nipped at her ear, my voice husky. My body moved over hers, the swollen head of my cock nudging at her wet entrance.
“I want you to fuck me.”
“No.” I pushed myself forward an inch, barely breaking into her body, and it took everything in my power to not rush forward.
She was so wet already and so tight that it felt like I was being strangled by a velvet glove.
Her eyes widened, whether from me telling her no or from the sudden intrusion of her body I wasn’t sure. But I loved that look on her face.
“No?”
“No,” I said again. “I’m not going to fuck you, Gypsy, I’m going to make love to you.”
With one fluid movement, I filled her, and then I stopped. I wanted to remember that moment. Yes, we had fucked before, but that was the moment she finally surrendered to me. And I wanted to remember it.
Rolling my hips, I lifted my weight from her, bringing one of the legs she had wrapped around my waist up and over my shoulder. It would change the angle I could thrust into her, meaning I could go deeper. Bring her more pleasure.
Bring us both more pleasure.
22
Fang
Blearily,I opened my eyes. At first I wasn’t sure what had woken me from the deepest sleep I had had for years. And then it sounded again.
