by Lilly Atlas
She pulled his hand down, linking her fingers through his. “I get it, Viper. I’ve lived club life for the past five years with you. Long enough to know I can’t put my nose in it. I know you tell me far more than I’m supposed to know, and I let that go to my head.”
His gorgeous eyes bored into hers, serious and so mesmerizing. “Baby, you are number one. Always. And I didn’t show that to you, but if you come home to me, I promise I will spend the rest of my life proving it to you.”
“The rest of your life, huh?” she asked with a smile while running a finger over a dark ring under his eye. He seemed to have been taking as good care of himself as she’d been doing the last few days. “That’s a long time.” And it sounded incredible.
“Not long enough if you ask me,” he said as he pressed his erection into her. He shifted back and forth, grinding against her sensitive nerve endings and igniting a wildfire of need. As she groaned in frustration and want, he dug around in his front pocket between their bodies.
“What are you—oh, my God, Viper!”
It couldn’t be…
Between their bodies, he held up a silver colored ring with a single round diamond. Their lower halves were flush against each other, with his hard cock nestled in the softness of her belly as though neither could bear to be separated any longer. The gorgeous ring caught the sunlight, projecting a sparkly array on the wall.
“I-I…it’s so beautiful,” she whispered. Her throat thickened and tears prickled her eyes. Never in her wildest dreams had she imagined meeting a man like Viper. Many times throughout her college years, she’d tried to resign herself to marrying a rich, stuffy, bore chosen by her father. She’d always assumed she’d have a passionless marriage to a man she merely tolerated. And here she was, with a man who’d given her everything she loved about her life. He’d given her independence, freedom, family, and love.
So much love.
“No, baby, that’s you. So beautiful. So kind. So loving. So perfect for me in every way. I know I should be down on my knee for this, but I’ve been away from you for two days and I need to be as close to you as I can right now, so I’m staying right here.”
Her heart beat so hard she almost couldn’t hear him. Nodding, she managed to say, “That works for me.”
This was happening. This was really happening. He wanted to be with her for the rest of their lives. To bind himself to her. To never leave. To love her…forever.
“Cassandra, we rarely talk about the day we met. We’ve both put it behind us and moved forward, but to know that from the first time I saw you, when you were cold, hurting, and scared, something in you called to me. Your strength amazed me. Your courage floored me. And your trust humbled me. Cassie, I’m sure I’ll screw up from time to time, but, baby, I promise you with everything in me that I will always, always love you.”
“I’ll always love you too,” she cut in, unable to keep the words inside. “Forever, no matter what.”
“Not your turn to talk yet,” he said with a mock scowl, drawing a shaky laugh from her.
Then they both fell serious again. Viper dragged his thumb across her mouth and Cassie couldn’t help but lick the pad as it traveled. Her body heated, softened, and made itself ready for him.
“There is not a thing in this world more important to me than you, Cassie,” he whispered though they were the only ones in the house. “Without you, I might as well just give up. You…Christ, Cassie,” his voice cracked, and he shook his head.
Despite the grip she had on his waist, her fingers began to tremble. They’d been together for years. By now, they’d had a host of intense emotional experiences and times of deep connection. But nothing compared to the way he bared his soul to her in that moment.
He pressed his forehead to hers. “When I wake up in the morning, I immediately seek you out because I can’t begin my day without feeling you against me. When I’m working, I count the hours until I’m back in your presence. Whenever something happens good or bad, I get this feeling right here.” He pressed a closed fist to his stomach. “This unbearable ache in my gut that doesn’t abate until I’m able to share it with you. The nights I have to be away from you? Baby, they are pure hell. I wake up ten times, reaching for you only to see a brother’s ugly fucking face across the room.”
This time, she let out a watery chuckle. She’d given up the fight against tears. They rolled down her cheeks in fat wet drops. Everything he said, she fully understood and felt herself. His heart lived in her chest as much as his own.
“Please, tell me you’ll be mine forever, Cassie. I know we’ve often said we didn’t need to get married to be committed and happy. And we don’t need to. But I want to. I want you to wear my ring, and take my name, and be mine in every way. Please give me the honor of calling you my wife. My wife.”
Cassie quivered in his hold. This man. This incredible man who still made her stomach flip and took her breath away after five years together. “There isn’t anything that would make me happier than to call you my husband. My husband.”
“Yes,” he whispered, then shouted, “Fuck, yes! Whooo! You’re gonna be my wife, baby!”
Happiness burst within her making her want to shout her love for him from the rooftops. Instead, she laughed at his reaction and was still laughing when he took her mouth in a sweet kiss. Within seconds sweet flew out the window and hunger took over. It’d been days since she’d seen and touched him, and the need to be filled by Viper rose so sharp and swift, it was almost painful.
“Viper,” she said on a gasp as he tore his mouth from hers and began to feast on her neck. He grazed her pulse point with his teeth, eliciting a full-body shudder. “Viper…”
“I know, baby, I know.” Without warning he dropped to his knees. “Fuck, I need your taste on my tongue.”
“Oh, fuck,” she whispered. As he attacked the button of her jeans then yanked them down her legs, her head hit the wall. He wrapped an arm around her backside, holding her close as he pressed his nose to the wet spot on her bright red satin panties. They just so happened to be his favorite. He loved the color against her skin and the feel of the silky fabric against his dick when he ground against her.
He inhaled. Once. Twice. All the while nuzzling her panties with his nose. If not for the arm locked around her, her noodley legs would have given out.
“Please,” she said on a groan. If he didn’t touch her, if he didn’t peel the damn panties off and lick her, finger her, fuck her…something, she was going to splinter apart with unfulfilled need.
His dark laugh stroked along her nerve endings promising sensual torture. “You need something baby?” he asked as he slowly and finally slide her panties down to her ankles.
Cassie sifted her fingers through his hair. She wanted to yank his head back and demand he eat her like she’d be his last meal, but she knew from experience if she played his game he’d make it well worth the wait. “I need you, Viper,” she said. “All I need is you.”
He stopped teasing her for a moment and met her gaze. Emotions bubbled up in her, stealing her ability to speak further. He cupped her ass with his big hands, squeezing and kneading the cheeks. She moaned but it came out as more of a purr of delight.
“You’ve got me, Cass. You’ve got all of me.” As he spoke, he curled his hands around the back of her thighs, then gave a tug.
Immediately, she stepped out of the panties and widened her stance, giving him unfettered access to her soaking wet pussy.
“Ahh,” he said, inhaling once again. “There it is. All that cream, just for me.”
“Yes.”
Lick me. Lick me. Please, lick me!
As though he’d heard the screamed pleas of her mind, he did. Slowly. Gently. With way too much care, he tongued her clit. Light little flicks and tastes that did nothing to quell the need raging like a tornado inside her. When she pushed her pelvis in his face, he rimmed her opening with his tongue, again using maddeningly light pressure.
A gentle kis
s landed on her thigh.
Another lick through her folds, as though he were afraid to give more than the barest of touches.
A puff of air on her clit.
She bit her lower lip.
You will not beg. You will not beg.
Gasoline on an already raging fire.
Her legs shook with gale force.
Finally, his lips circled her clit and she almost sobbed in relief. Now it would come, the strong suction she needed to rocket her into orgasmic bliss. But all that happened was a gentle kiss to her clit. Followed by another and another.
And Cassie snapped.
“Viper, please!” she screamed, smacking her head against the wall behind her.
“There’s my greedy girl,” he said, voice husky. “Come on, baby. Beg me for it. Tell me exactly what you want and how bad you want it.”
“Harder! More! Suck my clit. Fuck me with your tongue. Please, please, please, make me come.” Her head thrashed back and forth on the wall. By the time this was over, she’d have a bump the size of a softball. But she felt no pain, especially when he gave her exactly what she’d begged him for.
With a growl of approval, Viper lashed at her clit with his tongue, exerting the exact amount of pressure she needed to have electricity firing through her limbs. “Yes!” she shouted, pumping her hips against his tongue.
He growled again, eating her like he was trying to drown himself in her wetness. His hand still squeezed her ass, separating the globes as he snuck his fingers inward toward the place they’d played with a fair number of times, but he’d never had a full go at.
His fingers brushed her hole, making her body jolt and her pussy clench.
“Shit,” she said, gripping his hair with punishing strength as she held him at her mercy. Well, kind of. Though he was on his knees and she held him fast, he had full control over her spiraling body.
He did it again, this time leaving his finger at her back entrance. She squirmed against the touch, needing more, but not sure she could ask for it. It was the one area she felt a bit shy about when it came to sex. But Viper knew her body as well if not better than she did. He sucked her clit between his lips at the same time he slipped his finger in her ass. Her arousal had run from her pussy, easing his entry. The forbidden pressure combined with the stimulation of the thousands of nerve endings in her clit had a garbled mess of words falling from her lips.
“Shit, shit…I can’t…oh, my God. I can’t…” It was too much. Too much pleasure, too much tightness coiled in her low belly, too much love…
“Come on, baby, fuckin’ give it to me,” Viper said against her folds and the vibration plus the way his finger sank a little deeper had the orgasm tearing through her.
“Ahh,” she screamed, arching her back as the world became a kaleidoscope of vivid colors and pure electricity. Never had she felt anything like that. Never had an orgasm reduced her to a base level of atoms and energy.
When she came to, they were on the hardwood floor. She lay sprawled on top of him, twitching every so often. Thank God for the plush area rug or the poor man might have suffered a brain injury on the way down. Between her drenched thighs, his massive erection rested against her folds. One twitch of that delicious hard-on was all it took for her to experience a surge of need despite the whopper of an orgasm less than a minute ago.
Actually, it could have been an hour ago for all she was aware of time. Not that it mattered. He was hard and she was dying to feel his cock inside her. It’d been far too long. That’s right, three days was an unbearable amount of time to go without being filled and stretched by her man.
Cassie scrambled upright, straddling him.
His hands immediately landed on her hips, caressing the skin there. “You in a rush, baby?” he asked as though he had no sense of urgency. But his body betrayed the words. The way his hips thrust up, seeking her wet heat. The way his fingers curled into her flesh. The tight set of his jaw. The visible pulse in his neck. And the prominent veins popping from the strain of his arm muscles.
The power and exhilaration derived from seeing how much he wanted her almost exceeded the physical pleasure she got from being with him this way.
Almost.
Nothing was quite that good.
“Yes,” she said as she fisted his cock and wiggled into position. Normally, she’d have played with him a little, prolonging both their pleasure and watching the need in his gaze turn to desperation.
Not now.
Now—
“Oh, fuck yes,” he groaned as she slid down on him in one, hard motion.
Now she needed as badly as he did.
Cassie wasted no time, pumping her hips and grinding her clit against his pelvis. She wanted it hard and she wanted it fast, and she had no qualms about taking it. Not when he was urging her on with those sexy grunts and the occasional slap to her ass. With Viper she’d gone from a minimally experienced virgin to a woman who knew exactly what she liked and how she liked it. Lucky for her, she had a man willing to give her all she wanted and more. Even now, five years later, he surprised her with new experiences and sensual pleasures.
“Ride me, Cassie. Ride me straight to fucking heaven.”
He powered up into her at the same time she slammed down on him. With a sharp cry of pleasure, Cassie fell forward, bracing her hands on his hips. Her hair fell around their faces, creating a world all of their own.
For just a fraction of a second, she paused as their gazes met. All the love and desire he felt flowed from his heavy-lidded gaze as she hoped hers did to him.
Then he tilted his hips, just a bit, hitting deep inside her and she was lost. She curled her fingers, digging her nails into his chest for support as she let her hips loose on him. She rode him hard and fast, showing no mercy as he cursed and grunted.
As she raced, out of control toward an orgasm that threatened to kill her, Viper grabbed handfuls of her ass. He used the incredible strength on his arms to move her with an even more furious pace.
It wasn’t long before she realized she’d completely lost the upper hand and he was the one controlling the pace and movement of her body. She let her head fall back, catching herself on his thighs with her hands.
“Jesus, I love watching those tits bounce,” Viper ground out, the words near slurred.
She moved with such force, the wild jostling of her breast somehow stimulated her and brought her closer to the edge.
And to know she’d have this for the rest of her life. That he’d be legally obligated to pleasure her in this way…
“Oh, God,” she said as he used his powerful legs to bridge up, driving his cock deeper than he’d ever been.
“Fuck!” he shouted as his body jerked and he began to come. The sight of his eyes rolling back and the tooth-breaking clench of his jaw sent her over the edge. She gave into the sensations, letting the climax pummel her into nothing but a pile of frayed nerves and sated muscles.
Boneless, she collapsed on Viper’s chest. For long minutes, the only sound in the house was the rapid panting of their breath. Viper had one hand cupped around her ass cheek while the other stroked a lazy path up and down her back. If her heart weren’t beating like an Olympic runner, she’d have been lulled to sleep by the rhythmic sensation.
That was until Viper said, “Did you just fuck the shit out of me on the floor of my brother’s house?”
Oh shit, she’d completely forgotten they weren’t in their own house. She snorted out a giggle then lost it in a fit of hilarity. Viper joined in the laughter and fuck it felt so good for them to be back to normal.
When they settled once again, he whispered against her ear, “And did you just agree to be my wife?”
“I sure as hell did,” Cassie said, unable to keep the huge smile off her face even though it was directed at Viper’s chest.
“Hmmm.”
They needed to get up, but lying sprawled on top of Viper was the most comfortable place in the world. Viper might not agree, as he was the
one half naked on the hardwood floor. But getting up meant real life would intrude.
Cassie sighed. Avoiding the real world wasn’t possible. “Viper?”
“Yeah, baby?”
“I heard they voted Sarge in as president.”
He blew out a breath, still running his hand over her damp back. “Yeah. Crazy fucking thing, Cassie.”
“You should be his VP.” She propped her chin on his chest. A lot would change in coming days. Viper in such a position of power gave her confidence in the club’s leadership. Didn’t matter whether she thought Sarge was the best choice to run the club. Her feelings on the matter didn’t make one ounce of difference. Because it was done. He was the Hell’s Handlers’ president. He was Viper’s president. And the only way she could think for that to be a remotely successful appointment was for him to have a strong as fuck vice president.
“Really?”
“Yeah. You’re perfect for it. Calm, smart, rational; you’ll balance him out. You’re exactly what he needs to be an effective leader.”
Viper lifted a lock of her sweaty hair, flicking it back and forth. “You think?”
“Yeah. I do.” One hundred percent.
A wrinkle formed between his eyes as he considered her words. She pressed a kiss to his chest, allowing him time to sift through what she’d said.
“Love you, Cass. Can’t fucking wait to call you my wife.”
“Love you, Viper. Can’t fucking wait to be called your wife.”
And just like that, their lives began a new chapter yet again.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
PRESENT DAY - TENNESSEE
“You’re kidding, right?” Shell said around a mouthful of fries. “That’s it?”