“You feel so damn good,” he groaned, claiming her mouth again. He wanted to share this feeling with her, and didn’t know how else to do it.
Her legs wrapped around his waist as her fingers dug into his back. She could have drawn blood, and he wouldn’t have noticed or cared.
Thrusting in and out, Keys felt a tightness in his chest, like a rubber band poised to snap, as he fought to keep a slow and steady pace. “Christ, Rose, I want to fuck you so hard,” he moaned against her lips.
“Do it,” she urged, lifting her hips to meet his thrusts.
That band tightened, and Keys had to grit his teeth. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Then I’ll do it.”
Rose flipped them, sending candy, crumbles, chocolate splatters, and soda cans everywhere. One must have hit something hard enough to burst, spraying them with fizzy liquid for a heartbeat. Shock and surprise at her strength only lasted a moment before Keys was staring up at a newly wondrous sight. Holy fuck, and he thought her on her back was breathtaking. But seeing her take control as she settled herself over his cock, hips rocking back and forth, it was nearly his undoing.
The band had snapped.
“I’m not going to last,” he warned her. Crap, had it been seven minutes yet? That was supposed to be the average time? What if it had only been a minute or two? What if she wasn’t satisfied? “I need you to come again, baby.”
“Once is enough,” she started to say, but Keys shook his head.
Taking hold of her hips, he worked his thumb over her clit again and he pumped himself up inside her.
“Oh! Oh!” she exclaimed, her blue eyes going wide as her walls tightened around him.
Keys didn’t know which of them found their release first. All he cared about was that they’d found it together, and it was fucking perfect.
CHAPTER 14
“Iexpected to feel different.”
Rose looked over at Keys. They had Oscar between them, each holding a hand as they crossed the road that separated Master Key Security Solutions with theVia DaemoniaMC property. It was the first time either she or Oscar had been outside since arriving in Mount Grove, and even as reclusive as she was, she could admit how much she missed the sunlight and fresh air.
“After last night?” Rose asked vaguely in front of her son.
Keys snorted. “No, though that was fantastic. Ten-out-of-ten, definitely recommend.”
Despite her nerves as they approached the large black gate that blocked the drive into the VDMC property, Rose laughed at his jest. “Duly noted. Then what are you talking about?”
Rose noticed that the guardhouse on the other side of the gate did not have any occupants. When she’d monitored the VDMC feeds, she’d always noticed a prospect inside. She knew the club currently had four prospects, Marcus, Artemis, Specs, and Jackson. Specs had been blown free of the bar when it exploded out the second-story window, but she did not know his currentstatus. Grumpy was still in the hospital, and would be for some time. Ranger and Becks were released, to her knowledge.
As Keys typed in the code that opened the gate, Oscar’s eyes widened. “Whoa,” he breathed out, taking it all in. They’d told him that morning that they were taking him to meet some new people. As much as Rose did not want Oscar present for what would no doubt be an emotional reveal, she also knew that the VDMC would never harm or endanger a child. Additionally, regardless of how much she trusted the Riley brothers, she did not feel comfortable leaving Oscar in their care while she ventured across the street with Keys. Either they both were coming with him, or Keys would have to go alone—and Rose refused to allow Keys to face his club alone.
“This,” Keys said, indicating with his free hand to the path they were walking down. The clubhouse was at the bottom of the inclined drive. “I thought I’d be more nervous, terrified even. But I’m not. I know exactly where I belong and who belongs there with me.” For emphasis, he lifted his arm, which pulled Oscar off his feet.
Her son giggled and screamed in delight. “Again! Again! Whoa—what is that? Is that a barn?”
“That’s my clubhouse,” Keys explained to him. He was wearing his leather cut, newly cleaned. Rose was so used to seeing him behind a computer that sometimes she forgot he was a biker, too. “This is the place where my motorcycle club gathers. We have meals here or hang out. There’s even toys in there.”
Oscar’s eyes widened. Rose was carrying Baxter for him so Oscar was able to hold both their hands. “And I get to play with all of them?”
“You get tosharethem with the other club kids,” Keys corrected pointedly.
Oscar appeared visibly disappointed by this revelation before his attention was drawn to the line of twenty-plus bikes in front of the clubhouse entrance. “Are those motorcycles?!”
“They are,” Keys confirmed.
“Can I sit on one?”
Not wanting to delay what was to come anymore, regardless of how enticing that sounded, Rose said, “Maybe later.”
