“That’s what she said,” I replied, bending down to get the shampoo, half expecting a retaliatory slap to illustrate his point, but he didn’t, grabbing me instead and grinding his body against mine, a dry hump, albeit in a wet place.
“Wanna fuck, babe?”
He’d gone from feeling weird about us being together, to both of us not doing it because we felt too comfortable around each other, and now he wanted it every time we were together. Well, he wasn’t alone in that one. I wanted him too. All the time. Day and night, including right now. I wriggled back against him, and he groaned, tightening his fingers on my hips.
“Brace yourself, Glory. I’m going in.”
I rolled my eyes, but a moment later, I gasped, feeling his thick cock pushing inside me.
“Oh god…” There hadn’t been a need for foreplay, because just being naked beside him had me wet as hell, so he was gliding inside me in the most delicious way.
“Fucking hell. This is never going to get old. Ready to get shower-fucked, babe?”
I opened my mouth to answer, but he pulled back and thrust forward, and I frantically braced my hands against the wall so I didn’t faceplant.
“Oh yeah… squeeze me, Glory. I felt you clench on me then.”
“Trying… not to… fall… dammit.”
“I’ll never let you…”thrust, “fall.” He started pounding into me, his rapid thrusts sending a thrill up my spine, as his cock was rubbing perfectly against all the right places inside me.
“OhGOD!” My words were a gasped out mess, because he’d just adjusted his position and his cock was now driving deeper and harder inside me. It was sending pleasure rippling outward in waves, and my eyes seemed to be losing focus as I stopped everything except feeling. Feeling him taking me, pleasuring me the way only he had ever done, and it was becoming harder and harder to keep my arms up to brace myself. When pleasure roared through me, it burned through every ounce of strength in my arms and legs, and if he hadn’t been holding me up by my hips as he roared his own release, and spilled inside me with several jerks of his hips, I’d have landed on my knees.
“Fuck…” Henley gasped, dragging me up against his chest as his cock slipped from me.
“Yeah, I’ll say,” I whispered, leaning my head back against his shoulder while I waited for my vision to clear again.
Epilogue One
Club life was verydifferent as a fully patched member, and no longer a damn prospect. Or at least it would be, if we had a clubhouse yet and could put our focus back on club business. Instead, I was helping lug supplies back and forth while the second floor was being completed. There was still a shit ton of work to do, but windows would be going in next, and then doors, and from there it was decorating, and all that other stuff.
“Where’s Stag? He’s supposed to be helping you lug that shit,” Ghost asked, grabbing his bottle of water, and taking a deep slug of it.
“Uh… actually good point. Where the fuck is he?”
“Haven’t seen him.”
I stepped outside and scanned the site, but I couldn’t see the lazy fucker. Screw this. I’m not doing all the fucking work while he sits and plays with himself. I’m not just a prospect anymore, so if I’m working, so should he.
There were about a dozen of us working, but Stag? Nowhere to be seen. That just left the tent he’d been allocated to, and I have to admit, I desperately searched for any reason not to go in there, even trying to ring him, but he wasn’t picking up. Fucking hell. If I had to see his dick in his hand, I was going to drag him outside and make everyone see it too. If my eyeballs had to be assaulted, I was sharing that horror with my new family.
Micro stepped out of his office and waved me over before I could get there, so that was a reprieve of sorts, wasn’t it? Unless I was in trouble for something.
“Hey, you got a minute?” I nodded and followed him inside the hut, watching as he closed the door.
“I’m not getting booted already, right? I only stopped working to find out where Stag fucked off to.”
Micro grimaced, dragging a hand over the back of his neck.
“Not sure what I’m gonna do about him, if I’m honest. He’s pushing his luck with everyone lately. And, I mean, stalking? Seriously. I knew he was a bit pushy with women, but that’s next level creepy.”
I nodded. “His community service is for another few weeks, right?”
Micro nodded. “Guess he thinks he’s doing enough manual labour with his enforced road working, but whatever. At least it’s keeping him from bothering whoever the hell this woman is.”
“Is this why you wanted to see me?”
He laughed, sitting down behind his desk. “No. We’re uh… potentially getting a new brother joining us soon, moving here from the other chapter, so I guess… do you have another of those fancy tents you could spare if he does? We’re still at least a few weeks off of letting people move in yet, of course.”
