by Loren, Celia
He moans as I crest over his tip and his dick runs along my tongue and hits the back of my mouth. I manage to relax my throat enough to take him in almost to his base, and then move back up to the tip. I bear down now, putting a lot of pressure on him, as I speed up. His hips begin to buck and I press down on them to keep him where I want him. I take him almost to orgasm before I stop and with a light kiss on his tip, sit back up and onto my knees.
I inch forward until I'm hovering over his cock and watch it jerk with wanting. He bites his lip as he stares at me. I take his cock with one hand and move it against my clit so he can feel how wet I am.
"Oh, fuck, Jo. Get up here." He grabs my ass with his hands and pulls me up along his chest until I'm straddling his shoulders and my opening is just over his mouth. He moves his hands onto the top of my thighs and pulls me down over him until I feel his warm breath against me. He blows against my clit and I gasp. As he makes contact with a soft flick of his tongue, I almost unravel. He takes a long suck of my clit and I cry out. He circles his tongue around me and I feel his right hand drop from my thigh and move under me. I feel his fingers pushing inside me and moan at the sensation. His other hand moves up to my breast and I push against him, feeling his palm warm against my hard nipple.
"Holt, yes, right there," I breathe as he circles his fingers inside me, against my g-spot. He knows just how to work me, knows exactly what I need. I feel pleasure building up inside me, but just as I'm about to come, I tear myself away from him. I look down at him to see a hurt expression on his face, but I grin and move my knees quickly back down and drive myself down onto his cock.
"Ahhh," he groans, as I press down until he's all the way inside me. I move my hips from side to side, cherishing the feeling of this fullness. I rise up again, almost letting his tip slide out, before I sink back down. My mouth drops open at the sensation, and I let my hands fall back against the top of his thighs to support myself. I gasp as his dick hits me even harder with the arch of my back. I feel his fingers find their way back to my clit, rubbing me hard, and pleasure builds back up inside me.
I begin to unspool around him. I open my eyes to look down at him and his eyes bore into mine. I've never felt so exposed. The morning sun streams in through the window, illuminating everything. I feel beautiful and desired as he grits his teeth, wanting to keep the pleasure alive for both of us as long as possible. My body begins to tremble and his hips thrust underneath me. We let go together, crying out as one.
I press down twice more on top of him, then collapse onto my elbows on either side of his torso and lay my head on his sweaty chest. I feel his hand move into my hair, softly stroking my scalp. I'd love to stay like this forever, but I know his wound is still healing, so I roll off him, nestling into his armpit, and fling one leg over his hip.
"I want to take you on a trip," he whispers. I grin.
"Where'd that come from?"
"Well, I'm on probation for a while from the Hounds, and I don't expect you to fit in with them right away anyway. But mostly, I want to see new places with you. See them for the first time together."
"I'd love that. When you're healthy enough." I stare up at the ceiling, imagining me on the back of his Harley, the open road in front of us. It feels right. "One more thing. Something I've been wondering. How'd you find me that night? When Fish took me?"
"I never really left. I was watching you the whole time."
"But I checked around. I made sure no one was following me."
"Honey, no offense, but you're not exactly Jason Bourne."
I laugh. "That's exactly what I was telling myself." His face changes.
"Though you are a good shot. I hope you know you made the right decision."
"I know," I say quietly. "Maybe I'm supposed to feel conflicted about it, taking someone's life. But the truth is, I don't. I knew in that moment that it was me, or me and you, or him. Is that cold?"
"No. Just honest. I'm glad you did what you did. Neither of us would be here if you didn't." He bends over and kisses my forehead. "To tell you the truth, I'd do the whole thing over again, take a bullet, lie to you, to the club, if it meant I'd get to end up in this spot. It was worth it. I'll never let you go."
Epilogue
Holt
I watch Jo across the club's yard as she talks with Elise and Cara. I know she wants Elise to feel comfortable with her new life, but I'm not sure how into it Elise will ever be.
"I've said it before and I'll say it again: she looks good in that cut," Wilkes murmurs, sidling up to me.
"Right?" I reply, taking a sip of my beer. "Nothing sexier."
It took Jo a while to come back to a Hounds party. She was able to forgive me because she knew me, but the rest of my brothers she felt wary of. My being on probation was probably good for her; it allowed her time to ease into club life slowly, getting to know each brother individually rather than seeing us as some scary pack.
And we were finally able to take that vacation I promised her. We drove all across the Western states, sleeping under the stars. Now we're settled in our new place together, with a big backyard. We decided that we wanted to start over in a new place, not move into the house where I'd been a bachelor.
"Hey!" Bark yells, getting up on a stump next to the fire and clinking two empty beer bottles together to get everyone's attention. People start to gather around, and I feel Jo's arm wrapping around my waist. I pull her tight against me. "Before this party gets too out of control, I just want everyone to raise a glass to Holt. It's been one whole fucking year, and we're glad to have you off of probation now, brother."
A cheer goes up and everyone takes a sip of beer, myself included. Cara waves her hand at Jo across the circle.
"It's unlucky not to drink, Jo! Here!" She walks around the fire to hand Jo a beer. "C'mon, open it for her, babe," she says to Wilkes.
"Oh, no thanks. I'm OK," Jo demurs.
"But it's unlucky!" Cara protests.
"No, really, I'm OK," Jo says, staring at her oddly. There's silence for a moment, and Cara gasps.
"What?" Wilkes says next to me. We frown at each other in confusion.
"Nothing," Cara says.
"Yeah, forget it. It's fine!" Elise says, joining in.
"What the fuck's going on?" I murmur, looking between them. Cara winces. Jo sighs and turns to me.
"Well, I was going to wait to tell you, since this is your night and everything," she whispers. "But the reason I'm not drinking is because…I'm pregnant. Just took a test this morning."
I stare down at her in shock. I mean, she just went off birth control a couple weeks ago. We thought we would have months.
With a wild whoop, I pick her up in a basket carry. "Jo's pregnant! She's pregnant!" I yell.
"Oh my god, Holt," she cries, blushing with embarrassment as all eyes turn to her.
"Well, put her down!" Wilkes says, laughing.
"Right, right, sorry," I murmur, setting her back on her feet. My brothers surround me, patting me on the back and offering Jo their congratulations. We're soon pulled from away from each other, drawn into different conversations about this new baby. A baby. I can barely believe it.
I glance toward her and she looks up as though she knows I'm watching her. We smile at each other, knowing our lives will never be the same, but always with each other.
THE END
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