I was right where I wanted to be.
Chapter 29
Iris
I stood naked in front of the bathroom mirror, examining my body for the effects of the previous day. My face had taken the brunt of Trick’s hits, but I knew in time that the bruises would fade and my lip would heal. The bite mark may leave a scar, but Vince had already come up with a solution for covering it up with a tattoo, an idea I was on board with. There were scratch marks at my side, which I believed were the results of Trick’s nails digging into me when he’d been trying to remove my pants. The long, hot soak in the tub the night before had diminished the ache that I was sure would have otherwise been ten-fold this morning.
In time everything would heal and fade away into an unpleasant memory. The important thing was that we’d survived, thanks in part to Vince’s brothers. I made a mental note to thank the four men the next time that I saw them. I pulled my hair up off my shoulders and turned slightly to take in the new mark just below my ear. Vince had somehow marked me with his sore mouth. We hadn’t made love, but we’d held each other until sleep had finally claimed us.
Vince’s tight embrace during the night had allowed me a surprisingly peaceful sleep.
When I’d woken this morning I was alone, but a noise in the bathroom alerted me that Vince had returned. The bathroom door was open, and I waited for him to appear, not disappointed when he did a few seconds later. I smiled in the face of his quiet contemplation. He walked directly to me, his gaze eating up every inch of me and turning me warm inside. I slowly lowered my arms, releasing my hair. The hunger in his eyes turned my nipples into hard peaks.
I shivered slightly. “Good morning.”
“It is now.” He gave me a wolfish grin. “How you feeling, darlin’?”
I hadn’t realized until then that the incident had done more damage to me mentally. “Not too bad.” I addressed his feral look. “Probably not good enough for what you have in mind,” I teased.
“How do you know what I have on my mind?” He came up behind me and kissed my shoulder.
Our gazes met in the mirror. “I know you, and you look like you’re hungry.”
“Can you blame me?” His hands came around to cup my breasts in a gentle caress. “I walk in and see my woman all naked and looking so tempting.” I could tell by the way he was touching me that he was holding back, as if he were afraid that he’d hurt me. His thumbs flicked over my nipples, sending a delicious jolt straight to my clit.
He was naked, too. I closed my eyes, sighed with pleasure, and leaned back into him to enjoy the hard muscles against me.
“No, keep your eyes open,” he growled close to my ear. “Watch.”
I did as he demanded, watching as his large hands squeezed and tugged on my breasts. When his fingers pinched my nipples it released a rush of scorching heat from deep within my core. It was all I could do not to clench my legs against the tingle it created. After a while, his hands glided lazily down my ribcage and over my softly rounded belly. I held my breath as he caressed my flesh, moving his hand lower and lower by agonizing inch.
“So fucking soft,” he murmured in a tone that revealed what he was doing was turning him on, too. “I had plans for this body last night.”
I shivered when the tip of his finger reached the top of my mound. Teasingly close, yet so far away. “Oh yeah? Like what?”
He growled. “I was going to fuck your mouth, your pussy, and your ass until you were so filled up with my cum that it leaked out with your every breath.”
Holy crap, a volcano erupted inside me at the vision he’d planted in my head. His finger dipped inside the hood protecting my clit.
“But first, I was going to lick and suck every inch of your delectable body until you climaxed onto my tongue.”
“Oh, God!” I sighed, growing weak with need.
“Mmm, I can practically taste your sweet cream now.”
I clutched the edge of the sink for support, my gaze glued to the fire burning in his. His cock was hot and rock hard, pounding against my soft bottom. His finger flicked over my clit, causing my thighs to quiver, and his other hand was massaging my breasts with growing vigor. The mirror revealed the rosy flush spreading over my skin, my expression exposed my pleasure over what he was doing to me. He was playing my body, giving me pleasure while satisfying his own.
I thrust back into his erection. He groaned low into my ear. His finger slid over the folds of my pussy before parting them and wiggling inside. I knew that I was wet, I could feel the slickness surrounding his finger, feel the wetness on the tops of my thighs. As Vince’s breath grew heavy, he added another finger, fucking me gently. He was still afraid of hurting me. Or maybe he was afraid that something would trigger the unpleasant memory of the night before.
I was stronger than I’d thought I was.
He’d made me that way.
We were making a new memory, moving on because that’s what life was about. I let him finger fuck me for several minutes, let him control the speed and intensity of his movements until I couldn’t take the gentle invasion any longer. I needed him to fuck me like he always had, I needed it to matter. I began to move my hips in sync to his movements, feeling my orgasm build with agonizing slowness. The wetness against the cheek of my butt told me that his cock was leaking pre-cum against me. The expression staring back at me in the mirror revealed the beast that I tamed every time I gave him my body.
I arched wildly, inviting him inside without words. I wanted him to devour me, own me. I opened my mouth and gasped for breath. Moisture covered us as all-consuming arousal surged through our blood toward sweet release. “Fuck me now, Vince, please!” I rubbed my ass against his cock, relishing in his feral hiss. “I need you inside me.”
“Baby−”
I could hear the uncertainty in his voice. I was peaking, and wanted him inside me when it happened. “Pleeaasse!” I didn’t care if it sounded like I was begging. “Claim me!” I cried. “Make me yours!”
“Fuck it!” he snarled. “If my baby wants my dick inside her she’s getting my dick inside her. Hold on.”
He removed his fingers long enough to position his cock at my entrance, and then thrust inside with one long plunge that buried him to the hilt. I moaned loudly, feeling my body swell and surround his thickness as it nestled deep. His low growl reminded me of a wild animal. He shuddered against me, and then he began to move in long, slow strokes that tipped me over the edge.
“I’m coming!” I cried out, quivering wildly against him as the rush overwhelmed my senses. Vince continued to pound through my orgasm, groaning every time his cock sank deep into my clenching pussy. His hands dropped to my hips and he pulled me into every thrust of his powerful body. I may have just climaxed, but his rough penetration kept the tiny aftershocks alive and my body pulsing.
“Baby−fuck−” he rasped.
His hands were bruising my hips, but I welcomed the slight pain because it was coming from him, and with Vince, pain always turned into pleasure. Harsh breathing filled the bathroom, the mirror in front of us fogged slightly, but not enough to prevent me from clinging to his hot gaze. He was intense with need and out of control, but in a good way. I relished in my power over this big man as he possessed me with everything that he had, holding nothing back. My body shook with his fierce pounding until he stiffened and held himself inside. His grunt signaled that he was climaxing, and I felt every hot ribbon of cum shoot through his pulsing cock.
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” he chanted with every release of cum that he pumped into my willing body. Vince leaned heavily against my backside and curled over me, slapping his hands on the edge of the sink next to mine, to keep us both on our feet. I barely acknowledged the cold porcelain against my lower body, and focused on regaining my breath and calming my racing heart.
“Jesus, I fucking love you.”
He loved me?
It was the first time he’d said how he felt, and my heart soared with happiness. “I love you, too,” I said sof
tly, meeting his gaze and returning his smile.
“You still want to be my old lady?” he grumbled, in true bad ass style.
I didn’t even have to think about my answer. “Yes.”
“You know what that means, right?” He waited for my nod of acknowledgement. “Good. Because I’m claiming you, and once you’re wearing my brand baby, that’s it. Everyone will know that you belong to me, and only me.”
I must have been sick, because I liked what he was saying. Claiming me and wearing his brand? I’d never thought that I was the type to like possessive, controlling alphas but his actions held a different meaning. His was all about protecting me, making me feel safe, and loving me fiercely.
His cock slipped from my body, leaving a trail of wetness against my upper thigh. I turned into his arms. “I had a few doubts after the events of last night.” I had to be honest with him.
“Can’t blame you for that, darlin’.” Our mouths came together in a gentle kiss. “Soon as those lips heal I’m going to devour them,” he rasped.
“Promise?” I breathed softly against his warm mouth.
“Darlin’, I don’t make promises I can’t keep.” I liked the sound of that. “I have breakfast waiting downstairs.”
“Meatloaf?” I teased, reminding him that we never had gotten around to dinner.
He snorted. “Don’t remind me. I had my heart set on Miss Anne’s meatloaf. Slip into one of my shirts and come down.”
“What about your boxers? Shouldn’t I slip into a pair of them, too?”
“Fuck no, darlin’. I need easy access to that sweet pussy.” His wink was pure wickedness.
God. I wanted him all over again.
Would it always be this way between us? I hoped so. I followed him into the bedroom, my gaze falling to his firm buns, and the defined muscles of his thick thighs. Vince’s backside was as hard and sexy as his front side, and just as visually stimulating. It made me wish that I wasn’t as soft and round in certain places. He pulled out a drawer in his dresser and then he was slipping into a pair of tight boxers, taking the sight of his taut ass away from my view.
“Baby−” I raised my gaze to his. He was watching me in the mirror over the dresser, a wolfish grin spreading across his face. “You don’t stop staring at me like that, and we won’t make it down till lunch time.”
Alright by me, but I kept my mouth shut. I was hungry. I batted my eye lashes and reached for the shirt I’d discarded the night before. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Vince only laughed and left the room.
I was a little worried about going downstairs, afraid of what I’d walk in to. I didn’t want to see anything, especially blood, from the fight that had gone down. I vaguely recalled mention of a cleaning crew being called in, but my mind was fuzzy on the details. Once Vince had carried me upstairs, I hadn’t been aware of anything but him and me. He’d made it his mission to take care of me with an understanding and tenderness that belied the hardened outlaw I was rapidly learning that he was.
I found my man--that’s right, my man--with his back to me, taking something out of the oven. My gaze moved around the room, looking for, but not finding, anything that looked out of the ordinary. Everything was clean, and there was a mild yet not unpleasant odor of some kind of cleaning chemical. Vince turned around to place some kind of egg casserole, which looked mouth-watering delicious, down onto the counter, catching my quiet examination of his kitchen.
“Baby.” He waited until I met his eyes. “What happened here last night was the extreme of what can happen in the MC world I live in. Shit like that rarely happens. You’ve spent some time at the clubhouse, around the members and with some of the old ladies. What stood out for you?”
I thought about my brief time inside the clubhouse, everything I’d seen and heard. My mind drifted back to the day I’d arrived, how everyone had gathered around Dickie, how he’d been loved and respected, and the night the girls had come over to give Penny some time to relax. How there was always someone around to look out for him and us. But I also recalled the events of Penny’s abduction, the night Vince’s bar had burned down and his employees beaten and terrorized, and there was the horror of the night before. His life was unpredictable and full of danger, but wasn’t life in general? Who knew what each new day would bring?
Strangely enough, it wasn’t the unexpected violence and chaos that had left the biggest impression with me. It was the love and closeness I’d felt. I smiled when I realized what he was doing. He wanted me to understand what was important. “The unity and love of family,” I admitted softly.
A pleased look came over his face and he nodded, satisfied. “You get it.”
Yeah…I got it.
Epilogue
One year later…
I was bent over, pulling something from the oven, when Vince came through the kitchen door. A shrill wolf whistle echoed through the room, bringing a smile to my face, and then strong arms snaked around me before I had a chance to put down the roasting pan.
“Now that’s a sight I’ll never get tired coming home to,” he growled against the back of my neck.
“Careful!” I warned. He waited until I had set the pan down before flipping me around in his arms and drawing me against him for a lusty kiss.
“What is?” I asked, pulling back. “The sight of my fat ass bent over, or the roast I just took out of the oven?” The smell of dinner made the room feel warm and welcoming.
Vince laughed. “I love your fat ass, baby.”
My jaw dropped before I tried to push him away. “You’re not supposed to agree with me, you jerk!” I laughed in spite of myself. “I’m working hard to lose the extra weight.”
His deep laugh warmed me inside, as it always did. “You know I like a woman with curves, darlin’.” His hands began to roam over the ass in question. When he clenched his fingers into the soft mounds and ground his semi-hardness into me, we both groaned. “See what your fat ass has done to me?” He teased.
I laughed. “You’re so full of it, you get hard at the slightest provocation.”
He planted another lusty kiss on me, holding my lips captured long enough to explore the inside of my mouth with his thrusting tongue. I returned the favor, feeling his cock throb strongly against my lower belly. Something in my core let go, an instant reaction to what this man did to me. The next thing I knew, I was sitting on the marble-top island and Vince was moving between my spread legs.
His hands went to my breasts.
“What are you doing?” I asked, arching my throat to his wandering teeth and tongue.
“What’s it look like I’m doing?” he growled, nibbling my skin as he went. “I’m enjoying my woman.”
“But−” I shuddered, unable to deny him.
“But what, baby? It’s been too long.” He began to suck at a spot behind my ear.
“It’s only been a few hours,” I argued, grinding against his hard-on. I would never get tired of this part of our lives. Vince didn’t care where, when, or what was going on around us. When he wanted to touch me, or fuck me, he just did it.
“Have to get it when I can,” he murmured, his warm breath making me shiver. His hands were gentle as they squeezed my breasts, and then he groaned and parted the material covering them so that he could kiss and lick my flesh. My nipples tightened and tingled immediately.
“You going fuck me right here?” I whispered, arching my back when his mouth closed over a nipple through my bra.
“Right now,” he confirmed. When his tongue snaked deep into my cleavage, my hips left the counter top with enthusiasm. “Fuck, darlin’.” His hands went to the snap on my shorts. “This is gonna be fucking quick.”
“Ohmygod! Will you two get a room?”
Vince tore away from me like a guilty teenager getting caught for the first time, and I couldn’t help but laugh at his shocked expression. He’d apparently forgotten that we’d invited Penny over for dinner. For a second there, I’d for
gotten that she was already there. I glanced past him at my sister, who’d just entered the room. As he turned to face her, I straightened my blouse and slipped off the counter.
“Is that all you two ever do?” Her question was meant for Vince.
“As often as we can,” he grinned, walking towards her. “Now give me my son.” He held his arms out and Penny carefully placed the six week old Logan into his arms.
My heart nearly swelled out of my chest at the sight of Vince taking his son and cuddling him close to his massive chest. He glanced down at Logan as if in awe, bringing him up to kiss him on the top of his fuzzy head. Logan smiled up at his daddy.
“See that?” Vince said with awe and love in his tone. “He knows me.”
Penny and I glanced at each other, smiled, and said in unison, “Gas.”
Vince’s smile disappeared. He gave me and Penny a sharp, disapproving look, and then glanced down at Logan again. Slowly, his smile returned. “Those mean old women don’t know what they’re talking about. It’s not gas, is it, buddy?”
Oh. My. God. There was nothing sexier than watching a big, tough, leather-clad, clunky- booted biker talking baby talk to his infant son. I fell in love with Vince all over again.
He glanced up to see me staring at them. “What?” he frowned.
“Nothing.”
I shook my head, fighting back tears of emotion.
“Nothing at all.”
He gave me a grin and a wink, and turned his attention back to our son.
The End
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Tory Richards often describes herself as a grandma who likes to read and write smut. Known for her hot erotic romances, she’s also penned erotic paranormals, and contemporary suspense romance. Writing is a hobby for Tory. It thrills her to be able to share her stories, and she loves seeing her characters come to life with each new book cover.
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