Gypsy’s hand on her waist slipped upwards, fingers trailing along her ribs pulled a giggle from her and he smiled, his mouth moving against hers. “Ticklish?” Those damned fingers retraced their path, again finding the patch of sensitive skin that caused her to writhe away. “You are.” There was smug humor in his voice. “How did I not know that?” The movement put her body closer to his and he groaned, dropping kisses along her neck until he could bury his face against her shoulder. “Kelsey, you’re perfect.”
“Pretty sure that’s a lie,” she countered, arching into his touch as his fingers danced their way closer to her breast. “Please, Gypsy.”
“Please, what, Kelsey baby? Hmmm?” Teeth grazed the knot of muscles and nerves where her neck dipped to join her shoulder. She rolled her head out of the way, giving him unfettered access. Fingers and mouth met at her nipple and she whined far back in her throat as he tweaked hard, then laved softly with his tongue, bringing her nipple to a peak. “My baby likes that.” A satisfied pride warmed his words and she nodded. His other hand slipped behind her neck, fingers threading through her hair to clench and pull, arching her neck farther. “My baby likes it a lot.”
“Yes, Gypsy.” Minutes passed while each touch fanned the flames in her belly, creating a roaring blaze which threatened to consume her whole. Kelsey pressed her thighs together, seeking elusive friction, a pleasure she’d never had. Mine to give. Her hands clenched and opened, and clenched again. He gripped one, threading their fingers together before he carried their joined hands lower, paired fingers touching her belly to draw a wavering line just above her panties.
“This has been a long time coming.” Hair tumbling around them, he released her hand, flattening her palm against her belly before his solo fingers traced patterns on her skin. “Weeks.” More random patterns as he mouthed her breast, rough scruff dragging tantalizingly. “Months.” He transferred his attention to her other breast, lips tugging and pulling on the nipple until it stood proudly like a matched pair. “Put your hands on me, darlin’. There’re two of us tangoing in this bed, yeah?”
She ran a hand through his hair in a tentative movement, pushing it away from his face so she could see. “Months?” He smiled, mouthing her breast before latching on and sucking deep. The sensation rocketed through her and Kelsey arched into his mouth, then bucked her hips up against his hand when his fingers glided across the gusset of her panties. A grazing touch, there and gone, the sudden absence pulling a disappointed groan from her. “Gypsy, don’t tease.”
“Not teasing. Oh, no.” Fingers curled around her thigh and tugged as he pulled her legs apart. “But I’m going to take my time.” Firm pressure on the fabric ground it against her clit and she sucked in a breath. “Been dreaming of this for months, darlin’. Wanna take my time.” Hot, wet suction at her breast silenced his words, and she lifted her head to look at him, seeing his eyes aimed up at her. Teeth worried at her nipple and she gasped. Then his mouth was on her again as his fingers dipped underneath her underwear, parting her lower lips with ease, spreading her wetness upwards when he grazed across her clit once, twice, three times.
Kelsey’s head fell back as she came, body tensing, his name rising on a low cry, “Gypsy.”
As she watched the stars shooting behind her lids, he moved and covered her, heat from his body blistering all along hers. He stripped her panties and his briefs off, then moved away for a moment. Paper crinkled and then his hips fell into place between her thighs while she drifted in bliss. Kissing her with hunger he didn’t try to hide, and she gloried in the knowledge he wanted her. Me. He’s mine, and he wants me, and this is ours.
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Gypsy
Cock poised at Kelsey’s entrance, he hesitated for a moment, then pushed forwards until the crown was engulfed in her wet heat. She’s not stuttering, he reminded himself. She initiated this. That was something he’d waited for, hoped without hope sometimes, but it needed to be her. She was wet and aroused, and had come on his fingers, not afraid to call out her pleasure. I have to trust her to tell me if it’s too much.
Her hand curled around his bicep as her chin dipped towards her neck, gaze aimed up at him. Pupils blown, her eyes were wide and stunned, and he paused. “Oh, Gypsy,” she breathed. “That was brilliant.”
“Get ready for more, Kels. I promise to always take care of you.” He hitched his hips, driving a couple of inches forwards before easing out. Her mouth opened, lips parting on a breath and he leaned down to steal a kiss. “Always gonna take care of you. You’re mine.”
“Yours.” Her softly accented echo resonated in the air between them and this time it was her hips that hitched, thrusting upwards to chase his cock. “That means you’re mine, too.”
“Yeah,” he breathed, and bent to kiss her neck. He smiled as she arched and stretched, showing clear pleasure in his touch. “I’m all yours, Kelsey.”
“Make love to me, Gypsy.” She buried her face against his shoulder when he moved and slid deeper inside her, then deeper yet, finding his way home in a slow, long stroke. “Please.”
“Always, Kelsey.” He found her earlobe with his lips and nipped, then drew it into his mouth on a suck that made her keen wordlessly.
“Your promise to me.” Her palm smoothed up his back, then fingers curled over the top of his shoulder, pulling down and holding on.
Deep and rhythmically, he stroked in and out of her tight heat, the contractions of her muscles tearing at his control. He’d wanted her for so long, dreamed of this every night, but having her under him like this was more exquisite than anything he’d ever known. They murmured to each other, soft whispers of pleasure and need, answering the demands of the other as if they’d been partners for years, passion mapped out and known. She fit him in ways he couldn’t explain, her curves sliding against him, sweat-dampened bodies gliding easily. Her voice in his ear drove him onwards, poised and certain, calling out for more, demanding, something he reveled in, not having expected for her to find her confidence like this.
“My Kelsey.” He pushed up, hands on her waist as he rocked to his knees, he lifted and pulled her into position, sliding her ass along his thighs. She startled at the change in position, then groaned as he drove deeper. “Good, yeah?” She nodded, her hands fisting in the sheets. He swept across her belly with his thumb, arrowing down between her legs to tweak and tease that bundle of nerves. Snapping his hips forward quickly, he fucked her harder as he played with her, watching every movement of her body laid out before him.
“Gypsy,” she moaned, and she tightened around him, silken strength in her body’s response. Mouth open, she begged with her eyes. Her tongue swept her lips, and she whispered, “Please.”
“Anything, baby.” His whisper was lost as she cried out. Wordless at first, then a rush of words stunned him.
“Oh, Gypsy. I love you. God help me, I love you.” She was still coming, still crying out when he stretched over her, mouth covering hers to capture the sounds.
He held himself up with one arm, the other sliding behind Kelsey to hold her close. Head buried in the pillow next to hers, he gave up any pretense of control, hips bucking and plunging as his cock pushed deep again and again. Pleasure built at the base of his spine, tiny shocks of electricity curling around his balls, drawing them up against his body. “Kels.” Her body stiffened underneath him again as she clenched every muscle, the tight grip on his cock enough to pull him over the edge. He lost any sense of rhythm, moving in a jagged tempo as his body chased the sensations. Hitching up one knee, he spread her legs wider, his hand slipping down her back to cup her ass, lifting it to meet every thrust. She dug her heels into the mattress, rising and falling in counterpoint to his movements. “God, baby.”
Her mouth was at his ear, and warm breath accompanied her words, the longed-for declaration coming again. “I love you, Gypsy. I love you.”
Then he was coming, freefalling, his body stunned and stiff with the sensation of lightning racing through every nerve
ending. Gypsy settled on top of her, muscles of his ass clenching as he chased an echo of the feeling. “God, baby.” He glided out and then back in, a slow, gentle approximation of the actions from their lovemaking. Out, and back in, dreading the inevitable oversensitive feeling of himself softening. He’d finally found his way to the heart of her, and didn’t want to lose a moment of it.
His cock slipped deep one final time before he pulled out and shifted to the side, bringing a boneless Kelsey tight against his body. She fits me. Replete, she sighed and snuggled closer, her soft palm stroking a slow path up and down his arm. This is for always. “Kelsey.” He thought about the women he’d had through the years, things seldom advancing for even a second date. Most encounters seemed to be a mutual scratching of itches. So different from what had just happened. I was waiting for her, he thought. It’s always been her. I only had to cross the seas to find her. She made a sleepy sound, the tiniest hum acknowledging he’d spoken. “Kels, baby.”
“Yes, Gypsy?” Her tone sounded tolerant but slightly aggrieved, as if he were interrupting a really good dream.
“I love you, too.”
Forever Rebels
Kelsey’s hand flexed in Gypsy’s as the small jet landed, and the pilot’s voice came over the speakers a moment later announcing their arrival in Fort Wayne. Bear turned around from where he sat in front of them and grinned over his shoulder. “Home again, home again.”
Mason and the rest of his men had made the same trip yesterday, after everything was sorted with the Malcontents. Gypsy shook his head when he realized he’d already separated them in his mind. Mason’s men, and where Gypsy stood now, headed for another place in his life. Tugboat and Maggie remained behind in San Diego, but they’d made the journey several times over the past year, and were set-up with an apartment in both towns. Nothing for them to tidy up behind them here. Gypsy shook his head, shocked at how things had worked out.
The plane bumped as it rolled to a stop and Kelsey turned from the window to look at Gypsy. “What’s next?”
He studied her, his gaze tracking across her face, seeing only a soft affection. Amazing, he thought. To look at her now, you’d never know even a few weeks ago she’d been a ball of nerves. With his admission of his feelings towards her, it was as if the weight of a thousand worlds had fallen from her shoulders. She stayed close to him, touching him frequently, fingers wrapping around his arm, hand tucked into the bend of his elbow, or just her side pressing up against him. It wasn’t in a way that said she was nervous or afraid. No, this was more about her staking her claim on him. She loves me.
“We head home first.” Kelsey nodded, fingers of her other hand working at the belt fastened across her lap. He looked at her profile, the wrinkles of her tiny frown making him smile. “You can call the girls over if you want.” That got her attention and she glanced at him, nose crinkled in confusion. “You know. Ruby, Willa, and the girls. If you want.”
“Would they want to come see me?” Her question was sincere and made Bear laugh, which had her looking at him.
“Eddie’s already bugging me about making time to see you before you head back west, Kels. I’d say they’ll be upset if you didn’t extend the invitation.” Bear stood and stretched. “Gypsy, we’ll see you at the clubhouse later, right?”
He shrugged. “Not looking forwards to it, but it’s gotta be done.”
Subdued, Bear stared at him and shook his head. “You sure about this, brother?”
“You remember when you patched into the RWMC?” Bear nodded. “Remember how it felt like coming home at last?” Bear nodded again. “That’s me with Blue Line. He and I go back so far, it’s like he’s always been in my back pocket. I love the Rebels, never let it be said I don’t, but I’ve never felt like I did with the Malcontents. It’s not just Blue Line, but Tugboat, and everyone.”
“Always have a seat at the table in my home, brother. Always.” Bear reached out and Gypsy stood, meeting him in a hard grip, pulling the big man close to bump shoulders.
“Means a lot, Bear. More than you know.” Pushing back, he sucked in a breath. Bear broke the fixed gaze, shook his head and moved towards the front of the plane where the door had opened. “Ready, Kels?” Gypsy turned and was surprised to see her still seated, hands twisting in her lap nervously. “Darlin’, what’s wrong?”
“You’re leaving your mates.” She gave a sharp shake of her head, hair flying around her face, strands stuck in the gloss on her lips. “Leaving your family to go to California. How can you be sure it’s right? Right for you?”
“You left your country and came here with me.” He knelt in front of her, palms on her knees. “Left your friends. Trusted me and your gut that this was what you needed. How could you be sure it was right?”
Rolling her eyes, she sighed. “That’s just a fair sight different.”
“Not really. It’s not, Kelsey. You made a decision based on what you knew and felt in the moment, trusting in the connection you’d built with me.” He squeezed her knees, thumbs brushing the inside of her thighs. “Yeah? That’s right?”
“Right. But this is your life. Mine wasn’t…I didn’t have what you do.”
“You had friends.” He watched her face, seeing a flurry of emotions crossing in an instant.
Kelsey lifted her chin, swallowing hard. “I left Nary and the Hawks, that’s true. But I got you in the exchange.”
“From my view, I think you got the raw end of the deal, darlin’.” Gypsy grinned as she rolled her eyes and tossed her hair. He smoothed his palms up her thighs to grip her hips, giving a yank to draw her to the edge of the seat as he pressed forwards, arching into her heat. “But I’m glad you chose me.” He thrust again and watched her eyes darken, growing hooded with the newly found desire she reveled in. “Very glad.”
“I’d do it again, you know.” Her declaration was loud and firm, more nearly a shout than anything else. She placed her hands on his, fingers threading through to hold tight. “Pick you. There’s nothing else I want in the whole world. If what I got out of everything that happened is you, then…” She swallowed again, lips quivering. “I’d pick you.”
Gypsy moved forwards, wrapped her in his arms, and carefully cradled her to his chest. “You’re the most precious thing I’ve ever had in my hands, Kelsey. I’m going to make sure you never, ever regret that decision. For the rest of your life, I’ll do everything I can to make it worth your while.” He rested his forehead against hers, staring into those gorgeous blue eyes that always seemed to look deep into his soul. “I love you.” A discrete cough behind him made Gypsy grin. “Time to go. You ready?” Kelsey hummed and he stood, pulling her up with him to exit the plane.
“Gypsy, how will we get to your apartment?” They walked through the open door and into the terminal, then past the security guard seated near the open suitcase of cookies that was the trademark of the Fort Wayne airport.
“I know people,” he teased, and pulled her close. Because they’d ridden the bike to the West Coast, there hadn’t been room to carry much in the way of clothing or personal items. Gypsy bypassed the luggage area, stepping outside. He paused under the awning and scanned the vehicles at the curb before directing her towards a van idling nearby. “There he is.” Gypsy opened the side door and laughed, because chaos spilled out through the opening.
Slate leaned from his seat behind the wheel, trying to use a wipe to clean a protesting little girl’s face. “Hey, brother,” he said. Distracted by his task, Slate didn’t look up. “Front seat and way back are open. Sorry to split you two lovebirds up, but Ruby’s not feeling well. She’s home sleeping.” He dipped his chin, looking at Gypsy over the top of his sunglasses. “I think she’s knocked up again. But what do I know?” Slate gestured towards the four children filling the van, pointing his thumb over his shoulder. “I only made a couple of ‘em so far.” He grinned, his tone turning sarcastic. “Sure, Ruby, I’m the idiot in this scenario.”
“Kelsey, this is our ride.�
� Gypsy tried to usher her to the front seat, but she laughed up at him, hair in a dark halo around her face and it struck him again. She loves me. Eyes shining in amusement she shook her head and slapped his bicep as she stepped towards the door. “You sure?”
“Yes, I’m sure. It’s only children.” Rolling her eyes, she bent over to climb into the back of the van and he was treated to a view of her ass, rounded and begging to be bitten. She was wiggling past the child in the back row of seats when he reached up and ran his palm up the back of her thigh, wedging his thumb in her crotch as he swept his fingers across the curve of her ass. “Gypsy,” she complained and jumped, head whirling around so she could pin him with a glare. “Children.”
“Oh, man,” Slate groaned from the front seat. “That’s a tone I get a lot too, man. ‘Don’t touch me there in front of the babies, Slate.’ If it’s starting now and these ain’t even your kids, imagine how it’ll be once she pushes one of yours out.”
Gypsy and Kelsey both froze at his words, gazes locked. Staring at her so intently, he noted the moment her expression changed, softening, becoming wistful. “You want that?” Tucking her bottom lip between her teeth, she shrugged and seated herself, head down to avoid him as she buckled. “We’ll talk later, you and me.” Still not looking at him, she shrugged again, and Gypsy reached past the child, ignoring how Allen immediately poked at him with some sticky toy, and gripped her chin, bringing her face up so she had to look at him. “We’ll talk later, darlin’.”
“Okay, Gypsy.”
He stared at her a moment longer, then brushed his thumb across her lips in lieu of what he wanted to do, which was kiss her until those lips were swollen and red, until she could only whisper his name, until she arched against him, wordlessly asking him to fuck her until they were both sweaty and sated. “I love you,” he mouthed, and she pursed her lips, pressing a soft kiss against the pad of his thumb.
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