“We ain’t talking about our past ever, Eden.” I think he’s slurring or he doesn’t want to hear about the men I’ve been with. Whatever. I feel too good to care. Even in my right state of mind, I wouldn’t care. He’s mine now. That’s all that matters.
I run my tongue up his neck, stopping at the base of his ear. “I want to ride you,” I murmur.
“You will,” he growls, opens the door, kicks it shut, and I get my first taste of the man they call Brick.
There isn’t crap in here. Bed, dresser, television. I see a small bathroom through my squinty eyes. This makes me sad.
“Be right back. You better be naked with those legs spread wide when I come back. You pass out on me, and I’ll wake you up with my dick in your mouth.” He sits me on the bed. My body is already falling back, and my eyelids are growing heavy.
“I’ll be waiting.” I won’t be. My eyes are already closing.
I smile even though I’m sleeping when the tip of a dick traces the outline of my lips. I know it’s Saxon, and yet I have no energy to wake up right now.
“Open those eyes,” his dark, gravelly voice commands.
I open them, barely.
He’s leaning back on his haunches. Hypnotizing me with the movement of his hand as he strokes up and down his dick.
My eyes are now open wide. “Oh, God,” I moan. Hell, this man is hung like an elephant with added jewelry to boot.
My eyes flutter shut until he traces my lips again.
“Don’t you dare fucking close those eyes, darlin’. You watch.”
It’s not his demanding tone that has me watching. It’s the way he’s staring into my eyes as he watches me watch him. Saxon is fucking his cock with his hand. I could watch this on repeat for days on end.
I don’t say a word as I take in my own intoxicating porno show.
I stay awake long enough to watch my man indulge in his own sensation.
* * *
“Saxon,” I holler, my hand reaching over to find his side of the bed empty. I press my face in the pillow and moan.
Tears well in my eyes, and they are not from a hangover. I feel better than I thought I would after all the alcohol we consumed. Not that I cared last night. I had entirely too much fun. “No, Eden. You will not cry.”
I flip myself over, scootch up in bed, and that’s when I notice I’m naked. I smile to myself as I remember Brick’s fun from last night and the image of my man stroking himself. That picture alone could keep me fed and hydrated for life. There’s just something about my strong, broody man bringing pleasure to himself that makes me wet.
I jump, pull the sheet up to my chest, and drop it just as quickly when Saxon pushes through the door. His bare, muscular chest has my mouth watering with the need for the man who swooped into my world.
“You owe me, darlin’.” My eyes go wide when he palms his cock, unzips his jeans, and springs himself free. I’m already wet and anxious for what’s to come.
“I’m gonna show you my cure for a hangover.”
I want to tell him he can be my cure for anything, but my mouth remains shut, and my eyes stay glued to his piercing. My God, the way his hand glides up and down that piece of work between his legs has me rattled.
“Cunt, mouth, or ass?” he asks, kicks his jeans off, and strokes.
“Um. Is that a trick question? Because I remember asking you something about that last night,” I mutter.
I have to be as red as a beet right about now, and it’s not from embarrassment. It’s from arousal. This man drives me out of my head. Crazy.
“You did. I’m not talking about our past. They stay right there. Not asking you again, Eden. Answer the question, or I fucking pick. And it may be all three.”
“Pussy.”
He closes his eyes. Strokes his cock. And when he opens them, they are flaming with raw desire.
“Good. I’m going to own that ass, though, the same way I own your pussy, you feeling me? This is who I am. What I do. I take care of what’s mine. And baby, there ain’t a part of you I don’t want to claim. Do you remember much from last night?” He lifts a brow.
His hand never stops stroking. I’m jealous of his hand. I know I said pussy, but Jesus, I want to taste him now. Bits and pieces of last night come back to me. Caitlin told me how she met Katch, and we laughed so hard when both us said how opposite we were from our men. Then it escalated to comparing dick sizes.
“Yes. I remember everything.” I’m not embarrassed to tell him what he wants me to say.
“Good.” And this man says he doesn’t play games. Hmm.
“Was last night with the girls okay?” I ask knowing we were quite rowdy.
“Yeah. You’re my woman now; they adore you. Let’s fuck. Not going to be gentle either.” He sits on the edge of the bed, grabs me by the ankles, and pulls me down to him.
My body melts into the mattress with his touch. My body would go anywhere with him. The need to get my fix is overpowering. Saxon has gone down on me and vice versa. He’s the only man who’s ever made love to me. Hell, he could fuck me giving it his all, and it would still feel like he’s making love to me.
“Darlin’, where’d you go?”
His deep and gruff voice strikes through my thoughts. Shit. There are so many thoughts and emotions racing through my head.
“I love you, Saxon.” His name floats off my lips.
“That’s good, darlin’, ‘cause I love you, too.” My heart swells. I really want to cry.
I pat the bed next to me. He follows my signal, lying down beside me. When he’s flat on his back, I perch up on one elbow studying the intricate ink sprawled across his scarred skin.
“Your mine.” I smile.
“I sure the fuck am. However, I need to fuck you. Now,” he growls, palming one of my tits.
I’m not sure how this is going to come out. Fuck, I don’t want to have this conversation. It seems so routine. I’ve told hundreds and hundreds of patients to have this same talk before intercourse with a new partner. I still can’t believe what I’ve done. The damn truth is, I’d do whatever Saxon asked of me.
“I have a question,” I finally blurt out with my cheek pressed to his chest, unable to look into his eyes.
“About to shower and jerk myself off. Get on with it, or I’m going to take care of this rock-hard cock myself.” Like hell he is.
“We had unprotected sex, and that’s not something I do. Ever, Saxon.”
“And?” He snakes his hand back down to his dick. I have to look away because it’s too hypnotizing to watch him pleasure himself. Hot as fuck.
“Well, I have an IUD implant, but you didn’t use anything.”
“My brother's a doctor, in case you forgot.” Saxon turns to me while continuing to stroke his cock from base to tip. A bead of precum glistens, taunting me. I know we have to have this conversation. But all I want to do is suck him dry.
“Go on,” I urge him.
“I don’t follow orders or fucking answer to anyone but the prez of this club. Zeke rode my ass about safety for years. The man is smart. He knew I liked to fuck. Bastard makes sure I get tested regularly. Fucking don’t want to, but I’ll do anything for my brother. In the end, it eased his worry, so I make sure to get it done for him. I drew the fucking line with the annual full blood panel.”
My head begins to throb from the abundant consumption of whiskey the night before. The pain doesn’t stop me from letting out laughter. Zeke, the picture perfect caretaker.
“And you're clean?”
Saxon doesn’t hesitate when he responds. “My cock is clean as a whistle. Might be the only time I give kudos to my brother. He always has my back.”
He runs his hand up my leg, hitches it up on his abdomen, and presses his thumb on my clit.
“Fuck, I love how you react to me. Your legs are shaking. You are so Goddamn gorgeous in my bed. Your hair all wild and your beautiful pussy wet for me. You’re mine, Eden.”
I moan when he slips a f
inger inside. He moves me so fast I’m spread out on the bed with him on his side propped up on an elbow working his voodoo magic. When his thumb moves from my clit to my ass, I tense up as I tell myself to relax. I trust him.
“If it makes you feel better, we can paint a blank canvas with our raw need and passion.” Saxon fucks my pussy with his fingers while staring at me, not blinking once.
His pierced cock bobbing into my side makes it difficult to gaze back up to his eyes. I’m silently begging him with a ravenous plead to sink deep inside of me. He loves me. This man loves me.
For the first time since my life spiraled downward, my head is clear enough to think out logical thoughts.
Saxon swirls my wetness around my core. I gasp when he slides his thumb closer to my ass. My skin burns with an urgency to let go and spin out of control, losing myself in the pleasure only he brings me.
My bad boy biker hits the perfect spot, causing my vision to blur and any remnants from last night go flying out the window.
“Yes.” I arch my back, my head falling from side to side. “I’m going to come.”
He doesn’t respond with words. He works my dripping pussy with his finger and my ass with his thumb over and over with his magical touch.
“Saxon,” I moan, my orgasm slamming into me out of nowhere, igniting a fierce fuel that needs to be burned. This man is not only driving me crazy, he’s showing me things my educational brain has forgotten about. My body has been too busy, too worn down to seek pleasure from it until him. Mistake or not, none of it matters anymore. He’s mine. I can’t imagine sharing these things with anyone else.
“Sit on my cock. I want those tits in my mouth, this pussy coating my dick, and my tongue down your throat.” He lies down on his back, forcing my hands to rest on his chest to support me. My head feels like I’m walking through fog, but my emotions are clear as day.
“You're going to feel this piercing for fucking days.” His fingers sink into the flesh of my hips.
“Give me all you got, Brick,” I say, line him up, then glide down.
My eyes roll, my pussy burns. That’s not enough to stop him. He grips tighter to my hips and bucks up into me until I scream. My pussy is panting for more.
“That’s it, ride me.” Saxon leans up just enough to sink his teeth around one of my nipples. He’s not gentle with it either.
“Stop,” I beg.
“Not stopping. You fucking take it, and you come,” he growls, mouth going right back to sucking and biting my nipple. His big hand palming the other.
With him filling me and his mouth on me, I’m going to come too soon. My hips roll back and forth. With each movement, my insides ignite.
“Have one speed today, Eden. Show me how much you want my cock owning this sweet pussy. That’s what you want, isn’t it? You want my dick so far in you that you can’t think straight.”
“Shit,” I grit out feeling a steady burn down low. It’s going to be one hell of a firework show.
His fingers dig deeper into my sides. The pain is mixing with pleasure, nearly setting me off. He’s slamming me down on him while thrusting up into me. The man doesn’t lie. That piercing is hitting me in the right spot. It’s tortuously pleasuring.
“Mouth,” he grits out.
With ease, I lean down, not wanting to lose our connection. Our mouths collide, causing our connection to deepen even more. He fucks me with his tongue, his dick until I’m breathless and forced to pull away screaming out his name. My nails dig into the flesh on his chest, dragging down, milking out each sensation coursing through my body.
“More.”
It’s a one-word demand, and before I’m able to comprehend what’s going down, I’m flipped onto my belly with Saxon’s body covering me. His throbbing cock running up my ass cheeks. He props my hips up, slides his cock into my opening, and slams into me without warning. I scream. He fucks. That familiar pressure is building up again.
“Goddamn, all of this is mine. I love you, darlin’.” I want to turn around and see his face, but I’m startled when he spreads my ass cheeks while fucking me at a steady pace. I want to protest, but my curiosity wins out.
“Focus on my cock, your wet cunt, and how good we feel,” he growls.
I do what he tells me, relaxing into his rhythm and holding back my next release. I want to detonate with him. Together and united. I cry out when he sinks a finger into my ass. The sensation of being full sets me on fire, blurring my vision.
“Gonna come in this cunt, yeah?”
“God. Yes, Saxon, fill me up. I’m coming with you.”
His cock pulses once then twice, stretching out my pussy even more. His metal piercing is hitting me deep, setting me off. Saxon milks his cock with gentle thrusts before he collapses down on me.
“Gonna fuck that ass one day. Gonna come all over those tits. Every inch of you will be marked by me.” He kisses my shoulder keeping most of his weight on his elbows.
The thought of his release inside of me turns me on all over again. My hips push back relishing in the feeling. I can’t help myself rolling them over and over again until I’m begging for another release. Saxon being the gentleman he is makes sure it happens.
I don’t want to shower or clean up, not yet anyway. I’m not ready to wash his scent off me.
“Come here.” He tugs me up to him. My head falling to his chest.
“Where were you earlier?” I whisper into his chest.
“Gym.”
“Oh.” I outline my favorite tattoo on his bicep. It’s a diamond with the silhouette of a wolf in each corner. “What does this one mean?”
“Life ain’t no circle of life in my eyes. It’s made of corners representing each stage of your life. Ain’t none more important than the other because it built you into the person you are. Might be a fucked-up journey, but you gotta own it.”
I lean up and kiss each corner of the diamond. I take my time not placing emphasis on one over the other because each corner has brought me the man I love. To me, it doesn’t mean a thing that it’s happened so fast or over the worst circumstance. I’m finding solace in his presence. This incredible man makes me whole.
“I love you, big bad biker dude. Now, can you hand me my phone?”
“Just because you're my woman now does not mean you can boss me around,” he jokes. I roll my eyes.
He reaches over to the nightstand on his side of the bed, handing me my phone. I have to call the hospital. Timothy covered for me yesterday. I won’t be going back to work until I have Wilder in my life and feel settled.
I love my job. I adore my patients, and the babies themselves prove how much I love seeing people happy. I can’t imagine there being anything more rewarding than a child, but my mind, soul, and body are not in any condition to be practicing medicine. If Saxon has taught me anything, it’s to protect the ones you love the fiercest. So, my job has to wait until I get my life together. I can’t go around thinking about my personal life when my mind should be focusing on my patients in front of me.
My work phone rolls over in my palm several times. Thank God, I threw my work phone in my bag, since the club has my personal one. I dial Timothy’s number. When it goes to voicemail, I leave him a quick message.
I send a few emails informing my boss and the hospital board that I’ll be taking a leave of absence. This will come as a shock to them, but I have no doubt they will understand. They know everything that’s going on.
Brick rolls to his side propping his head up on his elbow. The long, dark pieces of hair on the top his head flop down. This man is sex, pure and simple.
“Everything okay?”
“Yeah.” I mindlessly tap the screen. “Going to take a leave of absence from work.”
“Good girl. Was gonna make you do it anyway.”
“Oh, really, boss?”
“Damn right. Need my woman underneath me every night.”
I slap his shoulder. “Hey, I’m good on top, too.”
Saxon�
�s rolls over on top of me, pinning my arms above my head, teasing me by pushing his cock between my folds.
“Are you hard all the damn time?”
“Since I met you, yeah.” He grins down at me. “Would love to fuck you all day, but I need to feed you.”
I raise up an eyebrow not knowing if he’s serious or going to feed me his dick for breakfast.
“Are you going to take me to your home and let me play house?”
He changes the subject, not acknowledging my question. “Shower, then eggs and bacon. You might not feel hungover now, but it will catch up with you soon.”
He rolls off me and out of bed. His ass is placing me in a trance as he disappears into the small bathroom. When I stand up, the world does spin a bit, and the dull pain in my head becomes a full-blown headache. Shower, food, and water do sound magical right now.
Rifling through my duffle bag, I begin laughing so hard at what I’m pulling out that it doesn’t make any Goddamn sense. I pull out a swimsuit bottom, a scarf, my favorite pair of jeans, a scrub top, mismatched socks, and finally one of my favorite pair of heels. Keyword...one. I slap my palms over my face, letting the laughter fall into them. It’s not a funny situation at all. I’m tired of trying to find a meaning behind every emotion I have.
I laugh harder and louder than I have in a long time.
“What’s so funny, darlin’?” Saxon’s leaning on the doorframe with his arm stretched up. His glorious, naked body on full display.
“My wardrobe.”
He jerks his chin up. “We’ll get it all settled. I couldn’t care less if you stayed in here with nothing on. Something tells me that won’t win me more points with you. I’ve got you, Eden. In everything. Remember that. I’ll bet the girls would love to take you shopping.”
My heart squeezes tight with his confession. I’m not talking about me being naked or shopping. It’s the part where he said he has me.
His world is so opposite of mine. A stark contrast to the world I’m used to living in.
I’ve never been in a steadier world than I was last night.
“Get your naked ass in this bathroom and come wash my dick.”
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