Girth (Marked Skulls MC Book 1)

by Savannah Rylan

  His strong arms were wrapped around my back as he closed the front door with his foot, and without a sound, he carried me back up the stairs and dumped me into his bed.

  The bed we now shared together as one.

  His lips connected with mine as his bathrobe fell away from my naked body. His rough and calloused hands roamed my tits, coaxing them to their erotic peaks while his lips ghosted down my neck. His tongue traced my pulse point as I writhed underneath him, and I could feel his body lurching and jerking as he tried to get his clothes off.

  He peeled the robe away from my body while his lips nipped and kissed my stomach. I jumped and giggled, darting around on the bed while his large, strong hands held my hips at bay. His mouth slowly traveled to my pussy, his hands trailing down to my knees as he spread me open for his viewing pleasure.

  I sighed with relief as I felt him blow a cool blast of air onto my skin.

  “I’m so glad you’re okay,” I said, whispering.

  “Syd. Look at me.”

  I raised my head to take in his form. His naked body glistening for me in the darkness while his eyes connected heavily with mine. I could feel the tears of relief I refused to cry dripping down the sides of my face, and he smiled as he pressed a small little kiss on my dripping pussy lips.

  “I will always come back to you,” he said.

  I watched his tongue rake up my slit, capturing my juices for him as he swallowed me down. I moaned, lying myself back on the bed while his hands kept my knees spread apart for him. His tongue lapped and sucked, grazing my swollen clit that was peeking out from beneath its hood in a desperate attempt to find his tongue. I rolled my hips into him, using his own strength as leverage while his scruff tickled the whole of my pussy.

  I could feel my juices coating his face as his tongue pressed deep into my clit.

  The burning sensation that started in my toes quickly traveled up my legs. My hands flew to Hawk’s mohawk, pulling and tugging him to be closer as his tongue devoured my body. The electricity coursing through my veins puckered my nipples to painful peaks, their own cries of mercy rising up into my ears as my body began to quiver.

  I felt Hawk insert a finger into my sopping wet entrance, and that was all I needed to throw myself over the edge.

  I clenched down onto his finger, pulling his hand deeper and deeper into me as he slowly slid in another one. My body was flushed with wanton lust for him, shaking while my chest panted for air. His tongue picked up its assault, flicking around my oversensitive clit while his fingers slowly pumped in and out of me.

  The sloshing sound alone was enough to throw me over the edge a second time as his hand released my knee.

  My legs locked around him while my thick thighs tightened around his cheeks. He moaned into me, relishing the feeling of my skin against his as his tongue rode me through my second orgasm. My back was bowed off the bed, ready to snap under the force of my own pleasure. I could feel Hawk pressing his face deeper and deeper, burying himself into me as my hands slowly released the grip I had on his hair.

  My back fell to the bed as a sheen of sweat coated my body, and all I could do was gasp as his lips trailed wet kisses up my skin.

  His lips encased mine, and I could taste myself on him. My tongue flicked around, licking my arousal off his lips while he groaned into me. I could feel his thick cock pressing against my thigh, begging for entrance anywhere while his body shook with his unfulfilled orgasm.

  But I had another idea in mind.

  “Lay down,” I said breathlessly.

  “Just rest for a second,” he said.

  “No. Lay down on your back. Now.”

  He obeyed my command, his eyes grazing my body as I sat up. I was still trembling from the aftershocks of my orgasm as I slid between his legs. I kissed his neck and his chest, feeling his strength jump underneath me while my hands slid down his sides. Every single muscle was on display for me, and I bit down into every single of them. I wanted to mark all of his muscles I could find. Every single ab, every single pec, and each of his thighs. The way he writhed underneath me sent chills down my spine, and for the first time since we’d reconnected, I heard a small whimper peel from between his lips.

  He was begging me to give him what he wanted, and I wasn’t about to deny myself the pleasure of hearing my name drip from his lips.

  I threw his strong, chiseled legs over my shoulders before I reached up for his hands. I interlocked our fingers together, pulling his shoulders down slightly as he groaned. My mouth wrapped around the tip of his cock, licking the drops of precum he already had before I took him all the way back into my throat.

  His entire body trembled at my mercy, and I grinned at the intoxicating sight of him.

  Slowly, I began to bob my head. His hips were already rising to match my thrusts, his body greedy for the release it was seeking. My tongue worked its way around his cock head every single time I had to come up for air, and his legs would jolt as I lapped at him.

  My cheeks hollowed out as I sucked and I could taste more precum dancing in the back of my throat. His hands were clamping down on mine while his heels were digging into the mattress. I could feel his hips lifting off the floor, thrusting his dick down my throat as I poised myself above him. He fucked my throat relentlessly, releasing my hands before they wound tightly into the auburn tresses of my hair. My fingertips dug into his hips, holding on for dear life as his cock began to grow thicker and thicker against my teeth.

  I moaned around him while my spit dripped onto his skin. I moved with him, wanting to feel him shoot his salted arousal back down my throat. I wanted him to lose himself in me. I wanted him to use me for any purpose he needed. I wanted my name to finally tumble from his lips as it filled the corners of his room.

  Our room.

  “Sydney. Shit. Oh, fuck. I’m so close. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

  I hummed with approval as my fingernails dug into his skin. His back arched with the thrust of his hips, the rolling movement forcing more spit out of my mouth. My hands rushed up to him, my nails dragging down his stomach. I could hear him gasping and groaning, shaking with every single movement my fingertips made until it finally happened.

  He shoved his cock deep into my throat.

  “Syd. Sydney. Yes. Oh, fuck. I love you so much. So much. So much.”

  Tears rose in my eyes while his cum tumbled into my stomach. I held my breath as long as I could, feeling him quake underneath me as pump after pump of his essence trickled down my throat. I felt him collapse underneath me, spent from the exertion of his orgasm as his cock quickly began dwindling between my lips.

  I pulled him slowly from my mouth before I laid my cheek to rest on his shaking thigh.

  “Come here,” he said breathlessly.

  “Hold on,” I whispered.

  I felt him lift up and reach down for me, pulling me up to him while we both tried to catch our breath. I could feel the sheen of sweat on his chest as I laid on top of his body. I pressed kiss after kiss into the crook of his neck as spit continued to drip down the sides of my mouth.

  But even though we were both absolute messes, he still managed to press a kiss to my forehead and call me beautiful.

  “Did you mean it?” I asked.

  “Of course you’re beautiful,” he said.

  “I mean when you said we’re safe. Did you mean it?”

  I tumbled off to the side as I prepared myself for his answer. His thumb rose up, clearing off the spit trails on my cheek as a small grin crossed his face. He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to my forehead, and instantly my body melted into him. We quickly tangled up into one another, holding each other tight as the sun slowly began to rise over the red cliffs of Nevada.

  “Everything went off without a hitch. Everyone’s safe,” he said.

  Tears of joy sprang to my eyes as I cried with relief. Hawk pulled me close to his naked body, wrapping me up in his warmth as I sobbed into the crook of his neck. That meant we could go get E
mery. That meant she could live the life I’d always wanted her to live. That meant we could tell her who Hawk was in the hopes that we could all become a family again.

  “You and Emery are welcome here as long as you’d like to stay,” he said.

  “I was honestly hoping you’d say that,” I said.

  I pulled back from him and looked up into his eyes. I could tell he was hanging onto every single word I was saying, and there was no use denying it anymore. I didn’t know what was going to come of the decision I was about to make. It scared me to death that I was going to bring Emery into this life, but I knew that Emery couldn’t live without her father.

  And honestly, neither could I.

  “I was actually hoping Emery, and I might be able to move in.”

  I studied Hawk’s reaction for a little while, and I started to become worried. He didn’t react, and he didn’t move. There was no smile or frown. No tear in his eye. There was nothing that denoted any type of reaction I was expecting from him.

  Until he barreled his lips into mine and rolled over on top of me.

  “Do you mean that?” he asked.

  “Every single word of it,” I said into his lips.

  “You’re gonna stay,” he said.

  “I don’t know if I’m gonna join The Road Rebels again. I’m still not sure how I stand with that on Emery’s part.”

  “And for the first time tonight, I realized why you stand in that position,” he said. “I’ll respect any decision you make regarding your involvement in them. I’m just so happy the two of you are coming back to me.”

  Then, I saw it. The small little tear in his eye he’d never allow himself to shed. I rose up and captured his lips lightly on mine, a small kiss that communicated so very much. Our arms threaded around each other so our tongues could dance with fury, and soon our lips were swelling underneath the pressure of one another’s as my legs spread to accommodate his body.

  “Here’s what we’re gonna do,” he said. “We’re gonna sleep through the morning, and possibly through lunch.”

  “Okay,” I said.

  “Then, I’m gonna treat you to a nice dinner in town before we head back to my mother’s to get Emery.”

  “Sounds good,” I said, smiling.

  “We probably won’t get there until really late at night, so we’ll probably just sneak into her house. I know where the spare key is.”

  “Sounds exciting,” I said as his cock grew against my thigh.

  “We can’t take my bike since we’ll be coming back with Emery, but I figured your van’s probably safe now to drive,” he said as he inched closer to my entrance.

  “Probably,” I said breathlessly.

  “The Devil Saints are being locked away as we speak, and The Road Rebels will be here to help you navigate the rest of the waters you need to with Agent Mahoney if she shows back up.”

  The tip of his throbbing cock breached my entrance, and I moaned at the feeling as my head lobbed back.

  “Oh, this neck of yours,” he said, growling.

  I felt his lips attach to my skin as he slowly sank his cock deep into my body. My legs were trembling, weak from the pleasure he’d given me when he first got him. His teeth grazed along my skin, threatening to take a chunk out of me as he trailed down to my shoulders.

  There, he sunk his teeth in and marked me as his own.

  “Shit! Hawk!”

  “While we’re at my mother’s, we’re gonna talk to Emery. I don’t want my daughter leaving that house without her knowing that the woman who took care of her is her grandmother.”

  “Anything you say,” I said breathlessly.

  “Then we’re all gonna come back as a family, we’re gonna get you moved into the house, and then we’re gonna tuck Emery into bed. It’s a long drive, and she’ll be tired by the time we get back.”

  He slowly rocked his hips against mine, and I could feel his cock pulsing against my walls. I pressed my chest into his as my hands ran up his arms, taking in every sinewy divot of his rippling features as I tried to catch my breath.

  “Okay. Okay. That sounds good. Please, Hawk. I need more,” I said.

  “Under one condition,” he said as his eyes connected with mine.

  “Anything,” I said, whispering.

  “Marry me,” he said.

  My eyes flew open while his cock seated itself deep into me. I swallowed hard as my hands cupped his face, and the smile that bloomed across his cheeks told me he was serious. This beautiful man, who was the father of my child and almost got himself killed in order to protect us, was asking me to marry him.

  “Syd, I’ve loved you from the moment I first kissed you. From the moment I lost my virginity to you. From the moment I first learned your name on the playground. There wasn’t a day that went by after you left that I didn’t think about you. There wasn’t a thing that surrounded me that didn’t spark a memory of you. You entered into my life as a friend on the playground and quickly became the only woman I knew I’d want to spend the rest of my life with. Sydney Marshal, will you marry me?”

  I threw myself up to him and encased his body with mine. I peppered his neck with kisses as tears of joy wafted down my face. Our bodies plummeted to the bed as Hawk began pumping himself into me, filling me to the brim as one word dripped from my lips over and over and over again.

  “Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes.”

  Epilogue

  Hawk

  “Daddy!”

  I watched as my little girl came running up to me. Her auburn curls were bouncing up and down as I picked her up within my arms. I spun her around, listening to her giggles pour over my ears while Sydney cooked dinner in the kitchen. I covered Emery’s face with kisses before I sat her down, then I watched as she took off across the backyard for the guest house.

  “Come play, Daddy!” she exclaimed.

  “I’ll be right there, princess!”

  It had been a year since I had proposed to Syd. She said yes as we climaxed together that night we succeeded over the Devil Saints, and we were married five months later. Emery and Syd had moved in with me, though Syd made the decision to keep herself and Emery away from the club for now. Much to her shock, everyone understood and respected her decision, telling her that should she ever be ready to put that leather jacket back on again, all she had to do was let someone know. All I cared about was having my family around me, and every single day since we got rid of the Saints I got to wake up and gaze into the eyes of the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen.

  Before her runner-up came running and diving into our bed.

  Telling Emery who my mother and I were wasn’t actually as hard as I thought it was going to be. By the time we got back to Emery and my mother that next day, she was already asking questions. She had cornered my mother, point-blank asking her if I was her father, and I walked through the door just in time to tell her ‘yes.’ She was full of questions, like ‘where were you?’ and ‘can I come live with you?’. My heart soared with joy when I told her she was coming to live with me, and I cried tears of joy with my daughter in my arms as my mother got to hear her official title for the first time.

  Grandma.

  Emery said she loved ‘her special grandma’ before we left.

  My mother came and visited much more often now. She practically lived in the guest house while we were preparing for the wedding. It was a small ceremony in the backyard with my mother and my daughter as bridesmaids and Mac and Talon as my best men. My mother was more than happy to stay with Emery at the house while Syd and I shipped off to Mexico for a little honeymoon, but we cut it short because we missed Emery way too much.

  It took Syd a little while to settle into things. She found herself an air traffic controller job at a small airport not too far from here, which kept her busy whenever Emery was in school. Every day I got to come home from the mechanic’s shop and listen to Emery chatter on and on about her new friends and her awesome teachers, and every single time she crawled into my lap
I knew we’d made the right decision for her.

  We didn’t keep Emery away from the members of the club that wanted a relationship with her, but we didn’t bring her around the mechanic’s shop or the club area.

  Syd was in the process of redecorating our home. She was tossing out old furniture and slowly moving in new, more comfortable furniture. I found out very quickly that a cheap couch from the bargain stores doesn’t hold up for long when you have a child running around the house, so with each paycheck, Syd received she would purchase something new. I’d come home, and a few of our wedding pictures would be hung up. Sometimes I would come in, and curtains would be up on the walls.

  There was even one time I came home, and our entire bedroom was rearranged.

  I kept telling her that I could get the guys to do all this for us, but she insisted on doing it herself. She said she always loved the smile on my face whenever I walked in and saw something new, and that she wanted to keep putting that smile there herself. I would always make a joke about christening the new furniture and giving each piece some sort of fun little name.

  And every time I would mention it, we would christen it with our bodies, and somehow the piece of furniture would either end up with my name or hers.

  Every single night I explored Syd’s body. Even when she was too tired, I’d simply let her lay there while I kissed and traced every single outline she had to offer. Every time I turned around, there was something different about her. A freckle I hadn’t kissed or a stretch mark I hadn’t traced with my tongue.

  Her body was an ever-changing landscape of places I could put my lips, and all I wanted to do was sink myself into her fountain of youth and swim within her for hours.

  “Hey sweetheart,” Syd said as I came inside and kissed her. “Where’s Emery?”

  “In the guest house, as always,” I said.