Chuckling at my demand, Atlas ignores me. Instead, he thrusts a third finger inside me, crooking them against my G-spot, drawing a high-pitch shriek from me. He adds just enough pressure to force my climax from me, at the same time, sucking my clit into his mouth and biting down. Ecstasy. Sheer, unadulterated, incomparable ecstasy.
“Atlas,” I whimper, almost frightened by the intensity of my release.
“Shh, I’m not finished eating, baby,” Atlas chastises,
dropping his face back to my pussy, making sure to lick every drop of my cream up before lifting his head again. “You want another one? You want to come in my mouth again, sweetheart,” He asks with a grin, lazily tracing his nose up and down the crease of my thigh, causing gooseflesh to pop up down the length of my legs.
His chin is glistening with my juices, and his eyes are filled with humor, but I know he's serious. God, I don’t think I’d survive another orgasm like that. No, I don’t think, I know I wouldn’t. Shaking my head back and forth, I say,
“No. I want your cock, honey.”
“You sure?” He questions, cocking an eyebrow at me. “I don’t know. I don’t think this sweet pussy is ready for my dick yet, baby. You’re so tight, I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t hurt me,” I say vehemently. “It will hurt me more if you make me wait. I need you, Atlas,” I whisper, feeling more vulnerable than I have for a long time.
“Need you too baby. So fucking much,” he groans, nuzzling his face into the soft skin of my belly. “Missed you, Emmy. Missed you more than you could fucking imagine.”
“I missed you more, honey. But we can talk later,” I smile wickedly at him. “Now, I need you to fill me up with every inch of that hard, thick cock, and fuck me hard.”
“Shit,” he curses under his breath. “Never could say no
to you.”
Positioning the tip of his cock at my entrance, Atlas kisses me softly. His tongue strokes mine, letting me taste myself. Sweet and musky, I never thought I was the kind of woman who would like that sort of thing, but Atlas makes everything sexy, so I shouldn’t have been surprised. Our kiss becomes hungrier, more carnal as he runs the large mushroom head of his erection up and down my folds, bumping the tip against my clit with each pass.
“Legs around my waist, baby. Dig those nails into my shoulders,” he commands, notching his cock inside me.
Doing as I’m told, I clutch his shoulders tightly, scoring his flesh with my blunt fingernails. Hooking my legs around his slim hips, Atlas slams into me with one exquisitely powerful thrust.
“Fuck!” He roars, as he seats himself at the entrance to my womb.
Throwing my head back into the pillow, my neck arches, exposing it to his mouth. My back bows as he pounds inside me relentlessly. A bead of sweat drips from his brow, hitting me in the center of my chest, and our eyes lock.
“Perfect. You feel perfect. Like home, baby,” he pants, grinding his pelvis into mine deliciously.
“Oh God, Atlas. Yes. More,” I whimper, raising my hips to meet his punishing strokes.
The shock of his cock rubbing against my G-spot has my thighs tightening around his waist, silently demanding
him not to stop. Not ever. Not even for a second. God, I’ve missed him. His body and what he can do with it; how he makes me feel. But most of all, I’ve missed having his heart. His huge, beautiful heart.
I don’t have long to get lost in the pain that was being without Atlas. What he’s doing doesn’t allow it. His monster cock tunneling into my body, the delicious things he’s doing with his mouth on my nipples, and the whispered words in his rough, deep voice demand my full attention.
Pulling his head back to look down to where our bodies are joined so intimately, a strangled sound bubbles out of Atlas’s mouth.
“Fuck that’s hot. Seeing my cock covered in your come. Watching it thrust in and out of your tight, little cunt.”
Glancing down so that I can see for myself, I have to agree.
“Mm,” I moan as I see the length of his erection withdraw, glistening wet.
The look of satisfaction written all of his features is enough to have my pussy clamping down around his thick length.
“You’ve got to stop doing that shit, or I’m gonna blow my load like a fucking horny kid,” he rumbles, swiveling his hips maddeningly.
When I do it again, Atlas’s eyes snap to mine, causing me to gasp with what I see reflected in them. His eyes
command me to keep looking at him as he starts to thrust harder and faster. And who am I to deny him what he so obviously wants? So with my blue eyes on his, my hands now caressing his back, and my legs clenching rhythmically around his waist, I give myself over to him completely. A fact Atlas doesn’t miss.
“You’re mine, Emmy,” he states matter of factly. “You always have been. But you here in my bed, in my arms, with my cock inside you, you have to know I won’t let you go again. I don’t care about the shit in our pasts, that’s done. This, you and me, this is forever, baby.” As if to punctuate his point, he crushes his mouth to mine in yet another bruising display of ownership.
Our bodies move as one, re-learning each other, connecting in the most primal of ways. Atlas grunts his pleasure as I scream mine. His hips thrust as mine accept everything he has to give. But this isn’t just about the physical, it’s more. It’s emotional. The union of two souls, two hearts, becoming one again. It’s everything I knew we could be back before our lives fell apart. It’s a promise. A gift. It’s us.
Half a dozen thrusts later Atlas tears his lips off mine and threads a hand into my hair at the nape of my neck. Exposing my throat to him, he jerks my head back.
“Tell me,” he rasps. “Tell me you’re mine, and that this is forever.”
I had never planned on coming back to Furnace, but how could I not when my son called me out of the blue and
told me how sick Atlas’s daughter was? I knew Atlas would need me, not because he wasn’t strong enough to bear the pain, but because someone had to be there to tell him it was okay to let go. Of the grief. The pain. The despair that can only come from losing a child. I may not have experienced the ultimate loss of a child, but I had still loved and lost. My heart broke for Atlas and the pain he must have been going through as he watched Marlee’s slow descent into the great beyond, which is why I chose to come home.
After recovering from my injuries and the loss of my baby, as much as any woman who feels they have to give up their child can, I returned to my dad’s house in Torment. Diesel was over the moon I was finally home, filling my days with tales of what he had been up to with the men in my father’s MC. His banter and laughter worked as a balm to my ravaged soul. My son was the ultimate distraction, a distraction I needed while I got my head together and decided what I was going to do next.
At first, I thought about leaving Arkansas, going somewhere nobody knew us, starting fresh. It was again my son who convinced me to stay. He was happy, settled, and I didn’t want to disrupt that. So for four years, Diesel and I lived in a small two-bedroom cottage my dad and his brothers built at the back of his property. I loved it there. It was quiet and secluded. I felt safe for the first time in a long time.
Diesel had been talking about joining an MC since he was old enough to speak, so it came as no surprise when a few months before he turned eighteen he confirmed that was
what he planned on doing after he graduated high school. There was no talking him out of it, so I didn’t even try. Diesel understood the dangers involved. He was a smart kid. What did come as a shock, though, was that Diesel didn’t intend on prospecting for Soldiers of Havoc. Instead, he had his heart set on joining Vengeance MC, in Furnace no less. I can still remember how my belly rolled with nausea when my son told me he wanted to go home and prospect for Vengeance with his best friend, Jackson. While everything in me demanded I forbid it, I knew that I couldn’t explain why, so again, I stayed quiet.
Jackson, or Boss as he is known now and Diesel were two
peas in a pod. They were inseparable as children, and regardless of the distance, they still remained close. Diesel called Boss twice a week, talking for hours at a time about everything and nothing. Often Boss would ask to talk to me too, which always ended with me crying because I missed him so much. That boy had been like my own son for years, and I hated that I couldn’t take him with me when I left.
His father, Hog, the President of Vengeance was a horrible, awful, abusive man. He hated that his son required necessities like clothing or food, all things that would eat into the money he used to fund his self-destructive addictions. From the time Boss was old enough to creep next door to my house, picking the lock and climbing into the spare bed I put in Diesel’s bedroom specifically for that purpose, Boss had been an almost permanent fixture at our house. He ate dinner with us, I took him to school, football practice, and doctor’s appointments. He was my son in
every which way but DNA.
The plan was that Diesel would return to Furnace and move into an apartment with Boss while prospecting for the club. I won’t lie, the fear I felt that someone, in particular, Atlas, would find out where I was and come looking for me was extreme. It kept me awake nights as I huddled beneath the covers worried sick my greatest shame would be exposed. But even though I was petrified my secrets would be revealed by my son’s sudden reappearance, I couldn’t bring myself to stop him. So two-and-a-half months later, a mere week after Diesel graduated, I stood at the end of our driveway with tears streaming down my cheeks and waved goodbye to my son.
The next seven years were lonely ones. I spent a lot of time helping my dad with the books for the Soldiers legitimate businesses and working part-time at the club’s auto-repair shop. But the nights? God, the nights were terrible. I didn’t date, and I didn’t have many friends, so most nights you would find me curled into myself on the couch watching old movies, crying into a pint of Ben and Jerry’s. Pathetic I know.
The not dating wasn’t for lack of men trying; I just couldn’t bring myself to do it. They asked, and I refused until they just stopped asking anymore. My dad constantly worried about me being alone after he was gone. He often voiced his concern, but his comments were always met with such vehement determination, he eventually gave up. Something I was infinitely glad of. Honestly, I had been alone in my self-enforced bubble for so long it had become strangely comforting. I knew what I was doing was
classified as avoidance, not just from my past but from my future too, but I didn’t care. It was safe there. Or it was until I didn’t have a choice but to come out of hiding.
As much as I want to promise Atlas the world, promise him that I’ll never leave him, I don’t know if I can. I have told so many half-truths, hidden so much from him that staying feels like a lie all unto itself. But then again, I don’t think I’m capable of leaving Atlas either. After leaving Torment and my self-imposed solitude, returning to that lonely seems like a fate worse than death.
Tightening his grip on my hair, Atlas grinds his hips into mine, making the coarse hair around the base of his cock rasp against my clit. He stills completely, not moving a muscle as he growls,
“Fucking tell me. Make me believe you want this as much as I do, Emmy. That you want us as much.”
Answering him truthfully, I moan,
“I do,” arching my back and pressing my breasts further into his chest.
“Not good enough,” he grunts, withdrawing his cock from my heat until only the tip remains.
“Atlas, please. Please, God, don’t stop.” I can feel my orgasm ebbing by the second. My body was primed and ready to explode, needing to climax so desperately it’s almost painful when Atlas begins his torturous teasing.
“You want this?” He asks as he always does when
we’re together like this. Sliding his cock inside me another half an inch, he urges, “Then tell me, baby. Say you’ll stay, that you won’t ever leave me.”
I want that. I want him. But more than that, I need him. The years I spent away from Atlas only confirmed what I already knew; this man is my other half. My soul mate. The man I was made for. Fear and doubt are rabid bitches, though. They interfere when you least expect them to. They
steal precious moments like this, taking what should be beautiful memories and replacing them with uncertainty and anxiety.
Pushing the knowledge that in order to be with Atlas I will have to live the rest of my life holding back a piece of myself – something if he knew he would hate – I thread my fingers through his hair and bring his mouth back down to mine. With my kiss, I try to tell him everything I can’t put into words. I attempt to show him just how much I love and adore him, how much I’ve missed him, and how sorry I am for not being here when he needed me most.
“Is that a, yes, baby?” He murmurs as his warm breath washes over my sweat slicked skin.
“Yes,” I confirm, pulling his bottom lip into my mouth and biting down. “With you, it’s always, yes, Atlas,” I say, repeating the same words I’ve said dozens of times before, hoping and praying they aren’t put to the ultimate test.
“Fuck, yeah,” Atlas grins, driving his full length into me in one excruciatingly magnificent thrust. “You won’t be
sorry, baby. I’ll spend the rest of my life proving just how much I love you. Because I do, Emmy. I love you so fucking much, baby.”
My orgasm doesn’t just steal my breath, leaving me panting and sated this time. Instead, it feels as if my entire world is focused on the space between my legs, the rapid thump of my heart, and Atlas’s penetrating gaze. My core spasms around his cock, drawing him deeper, holding him tightly as Atlas slams in and out of me so hard he moves us up the bed.
The second I begin coming, Atlas’s thick length twitches inside me, causing a gush of wetness to seep from my core. The wet slaps of skin, the way his heavy sack tightens, his balls pulled up close to his body tells me Atlas is close too. So close.
“Come with me, honey. I want to feel you empty yourself inside me,” I moan as my pussy clamps down on him, refusing to accept his retreat.
“Shit. Fuck, yes. Fuck, I’m coming, baby,” he groans, burying his head in my neck and grunting out his release.
His come bathes the walls of my pussy, heat infusing every inch of my body from the inside out. Atlas’s climaxes so long and hard that his only recourse as his body shudders with powerful aftershocks is to drop his significant weight on top of me and ride them out.
“Jesus, Emmy,” he breathes raggedly, gliding his
softening erection through the mess we made. “Never come that hard in my life.”
Hmm, neither have I, which is saying something because Atlas and I had some pretty mind blowing sex in the past. Especially, of late.
After that, neither of us speak. We don’t need words to explain just how much or what that meant to us. So with Atlas’s body blanketing mine, his come leaking from my core, and his lips on my neck, I revel in how right this feels. Tears spring to my eyes when I realize the gravity of what I’ve agreed to, again - what Atlas wants from me. And while I would never take it back, I can’t help but feel terrified about what I stand to lose if this, we, don’t work out.
Hearing my soft whimper, Atlas raises is head from my neck. His eyes are filled with genuine concern when he asks,
“Why the tears, sweetheart?” Deep down he knows he didn’t hurt me, at least, not physically. Although the agonized expression on his face says otherwise.
It takes work, but eventually, I get control of my wayward emotions. I take a deep breath, just as Atlas rolls us to our sides, his now half-hard again cock never once leaving my core.
“I want this to work. Us, I mean. I know we have a lot to work through and I can’t promise it will always be easy. We need to talk, really talk, but God, Atlas, this has to work out because I don’t think I’d survive losing you again.”
“It will,” he smiles gently, kissing the tip of my nose.
“Want to know how I know that, sweetheart?” H
e asks rhetorically. “Because you were born to be mine, Emmy, just as I was born to be yours. Hate that we were apart. Hated every minute that I didn’t know where you were or if you were safe. Fucking despised lying in bed at night, thinking about you with another man, making a life with someone who wasn’t me. I stroked my dick so many times to the memory of you, Em. On my back with my cock in my hand, I’d come in seconds when I thought about how your tight cunt felt clenching around me. My heart didn’t beat while you were gone, not until Marlee was born. And even then,
it was never the same. Love you more than life itself, Emmy. So yeah, this will work because I won’t accept any other outcome.”
I smile up at the man I’ve loved for more than half of my life, pressing my lips to his softly before whispering,
“I love you, too. Don’t let go, okay? Not even if I push you away, never let me go.”
“I won’t, baby. I promise,” Atlas vows before rolling to his back and pulling me on top of him.
*****
Remarkably, Atlas and I did make it work. For a little over ten years, we lived together, when I didn’t storm out after one of our more memorable arguments, that is. On those occasions, I stayed at my house, which I kept specifically for times like that. I know, cynical of me, right? Holding onto my old house, just in case things didn’t work out. But thankfully, for the sake of our relationship and
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