“You are going, Honey. You need this, and I need you to do this,” he said as he took me in his arms, and his wide muscled chest crushed to my breasts.
“Did I say that aloud?” It was a bad habit of mine, but I was sure I didn’t say the words this time.
“No, Honey, you have so many tells, and when you started to munch on that delectable bottom lip of yours, I knew you were trying to talk yourself out of something.” His hands travelled down my back to my bum. His fingers slipped down into my crack and …
Oh, yes, that feels good. He wanted to go there and had told me as much. And I wanted to, I did, but I had some reservations, mainly that it would hurt like a bitch. Booth assured me he would use lube and go easy, and if I really didn’t want him there, he would stop straightaway. I knew that he would, I trusted him explicitly, but I just didn’t want him to do it and think gross thoughts that would turn him off about other things, too.
“Stella, stop it.” He almost growled but continued to circle my puckered hole with his slicked finger.
It really did feel good. I moaned when the tip of his little finger penetrated my opening just the smallest bit. “Oh, Booth.” My moan was low and deep, so deep it didn’t sound like me.
“Honey, turn around and hands on the wall.” The deep roughness of his voice pulled at my core, and if I wasn’t turned on before, I was now.
I complied immediately, anxious to see how good this really was going to be. I mean, seriously, his beautiful cock was so much bigger than his pinkie.
Booth ran his fingers up to my pussy, and I knew I was soaked by now, his grunt of approval confirming my suspicions.
“Fuck, Honey, you are so wet. Is the thought of my cock in your virgin arse turning you on, Stella?”
I couldn’t speak. Only moans were coming from of my mouth.
“Words, Stella.”
I felt a light slap on my butt cheek. Holy shit! That was … nice. “Yes, baby,” I whispered, my voice raspy. It still didn’t sound like me. Damn, what was this man doing to me?
“That’s my girl.” Booth rewarded me with a plethora of kisses down the back of my neck, his warm, wet lips sending chills where chills were appreciated. My core throbbed with such need. His hands left my pussy. Missing the sensations instantly, but not for long as he snaked around to my front, and suddenly, my nipples received attention from his strong hands. I couldn’t hold my head up, so I dropped it back to hit Booth’s strong shoulders as my whole body went to jelly.
“Fuck, I love your tits, Honey.” The words were growled into my neck before he delivered a small, stinging bite, immediately lathing the sting with his clever tongue.
Hmmm, that was nice. Apparently, I had a liking for rough play. Ha. Who knew? I was not idle during Booth’s exploration of my body. My hips were busy grinding hard into his steel length, and every now and then, I felt his cock slide between my cheeks. Yeah, everything he was doing was nice.
“Do you want my cock in there, Stella? Can I take you there and make you all mine for all eternity?”
Oh, wow, I loved sexy talking Booth.
“Uh-huh,” I agreed without hesitation. Take me, Booth. Take me now. But the words stayed lodged in my throat, not able to pass the huge ball of desire that was in the way.
Leaving my breasts, Booth’s hands found the soap in the built-in soap dish and lathered his hands.
“You’re being such a good girl, Stella. Now I am going to take what is mine,” he whispered into my ears, his teeth grazing my earlobe.
Oh, Lord have mercy, I was going to come just from his sexy growls, whispers, and grunts. He was so vocal during sex, talking about what we were doing and how it felt for him. It drove me crazy, but in a good way, and he loved it when I did it back. At first, I felt silly, but once I got going, I discovered I could be a naughty girl when the moment called for it.
“Take it, baby. Make me yours for all eternity,” I begged. Taking one hand off the wall, I slid it down to my breasts. I avoided the lump and headed straight for my nipple. It was painfully erect from Booth’s administrations just moments before, but I didn’t care. I needed to come.
“Fuck, Honey, yes, play with yourself. I fucking love that you do that for me,” Booth murmured as his soap-slippery hands made a daring path up and down my crack. He paid close attention to my anus, his finger lightly moving in and out of it. It was weird but at the same time incredible.
I gasped when I felt him add another digit. It felt fuller now, and even though there was a slight burn, it still felt nice.
“Fuck, Booth, that feels so good.” Not able to help myself, my hand left my nipple and reached behind, searching out for Booth’s cock. The hard shaft was not difficult to miss, and it felt bigger somehow. Oh, my God, was it going to fit?
Booth chuckled against the nape of my neck. “Yeah, baby, it will fit,” he assured me, humour colouring his tone.
Seriously, I said that aloud? This man was rendering me idiotic. Word vomit was fast becoming a problem for me.
“Ready, Honey?”
Did he expect an answer? Because I couldn’t think straight let alone talk, so I nodded my head up and down to let him know that I was indeed very ready.
With one hand on my hip, Booth guided his cock to my entrance, his hand trapping mine—we were doing this together all the way. As his tip breached me, I froze as my body naturally tried to stop the invasion. It burned, and I was not going to lie, it hurt like a motherfucker. I tried to pull away, but Booth’s strong hand held me still.
“Shh, Honey, it’s okay. If you really want me to stop, I will, but if you stick with me for just a little longer, I promise it will get better for you,” Booth pleaded. He was having trouble getting the words out, too, and the strain evident. His words calmed me because I knew Booth would never do anything deliberately to hurt me, and it had felt good when he used his finger.
So I relaxed my body and looked back over my shoulder at my man. His face was a picture of controlled desire, his grey eyes hooded, and his neck muscles strained. Oh, fuck me, he was sexy. And mine.
“Keep going,” I said, giving him the trust I knew he needed.
A beautiful smile graced his face. Booth looked down to where we were becoming one and pushed forward slowly. I was beyond happy he wasn’t just thrusting in hard and fast. Vegas told me some horror stories she’d experienced with anal before she’d hooked up with Darth, and let me tell you, they did not sound like fun times.
“Push back, Honey, push into me,” Booth said through clenched teeth, and I could hear the control in his voice slipping slightly.
Oh, I liked the thought of Booth out of control because of me, so taking a deep breath, I pushed my bottom back into his groin, and his cock just slid into my back channel. There were no words to describe how full I felt then. It was too much, yet not enough. I wanted more, yet I wanted him out. Just so much.
“Oh, fucking hell, Stella, this is so beautiful. Oh, yes, you are choking my cock with your tight hole.” And then he was moving slowly in and out. The burn was still there a bit, but it didn’t hurt anymore. It was so different from when he was in my pussy. I felt exposed, taboo, and it was empowering, too. Booth’s grunts and moans thrilled me, heightening my arousal and urged me to use my new-found power.
“I need more, Booth, I need—” What did I need? There was desperation, something, that bubbled at the surface, and I wanted to grab it even though I didn’t know what it was. And I wanted it to consume me, all of me.
“Show me, Honey, show me what you need,” Booth begged.
I could feel his body trembling against me as he held on by a thread, and I knew he was going to come, but not before me. Never before me. Knowing what would get me there, I took his hand from my hip and guided it along with my own to my throbbing, aching clit. While Booth played with my clit, I pushed my finger in and gasped when I could feel his thick shaft on the other side of the thin barrier of skin. I never dreamed I would ever want to do this let alone actually d
o it. It was so naughty, so erotic. Booth moaned when my finger slid along his cock still working in and out of me slowly. I turned my head to the side and watched my man’s handsome face as he started to fall apart. His finger left my clit and joined mine, and together, we worked my climax from me.
“Booth.” I moaned long and deep as my orgasm ripped through my core and took me hard, clenching around our fingers. I came and was still convulsing when Booth released an earth-shattering roar as his seed burst inside me. His cock was hard and pulsed as he released every single drop into my body. It felt totally different than when he came in my pussy. This way, I felt uncomfortably full. All too soon, and without warning, Booth slipped from my hole and turned me in his arms. His lips captured mine in an all-consuming wet tongue kiss. I kissed him back with so much fervour and raw passion that I surprised myself. This man was my life, my heart, and my soul.
I would do anything for him.
“Jesus fucking Christ, you are marrying me, woman.” He growled against my lips, making me smile against his mouth.
“Okay, baby, if you say so,” I answered, then I opened my mouth over his, wrapped my arms around his back, and kept kissing until the water finally ran cold.
35
BOOTH
“Booth, I need you in the war room,” Steel yelled at me the second I hit the main room of the compound. For fuck’s sake, couldn’t a man have a little something to eat and maybe a coffee before everything turned to shit? I just had one of the most earth-shattering orgasms of my entire life, told the woman of my dreams she was marrying me—which she readily agreed to—then made out like horny teenagers in the shower, so I was feeling fucking great, and then my VP wanted to piss me off. But I would not shirk my responsibilities as the head of the club.
“Yeah, give me few, brother,” I answered before I headed for the kitchen to get a coffee. Creed was in there on Shiloh watch. Stella and the girls had left for their spa treatment day a few minutes ago after having to hustle as we were late to get going this morning.
“Hello, Unca Vinnie,” Shiloh said in a singsong voice from her perch in her highchair. She was four and should have been out of it by now, but the kid was a fucking menace in the kitchen. The first time she fell off the chair and had to go to the ER for a big gash on her forehead, the whole six of us went, and the ER doctors vowed never to let us all in together ever again. It hadn’t been pretty, and the one-year-old with the open wound had been calmer than we were. But after a few more trips like that over a short period of time, one doctor quietly suggested we keep her in the highchair for all meals. The doctor never said when to take Shiloh out, so she still ate in it. I heard Teach suggested we start letting her sit in a ‘big person’s’ chair soon. Yeah, sure like never.
“Good morning, baby girl. Whatcha got there?” Fuck. Did I want to know? The kid had some weird tastebuds.
“Banana and Vegemite on toast,” she answered proudly, holding up the disgusting concoction and offering me some.
Ah, no, no, and no.
“Sexy Stella made it for me.”
I nearly choked on my spit. Holy fucking shit. It might be time to start minding what we said in front of her.
Creed grunted a laugh—well, his version of one—as he came back to the table with a wet washcloth. Shiloh was not only dangerous but also messy at the table.
“War room, Pres,” Creed said as he made quick work of cleaning Shiloh of mashed banana. We all had our fair share of Shiloh time, so it was just a natural thing for us now. I nodded my understanding as I filled my cup with steaming brown goodness while Creed finished cleaning up Shiloh.
“Come on, Squirt. Let’s go find Seb. He is taking you to day care today.”
I raised my eyebrows at the news.
“Only Seb?” Creek knew what I meant by this. My orders had been two guys on Shiloh if Deck wasn’t going as well.
“Squid is on the girls, and we are a man down with—” he stopped mid-sentence and glanced at Shiloh. She missed Dundee. She knew he was dead, but I don’t think she grasped that he wasn’t coming back ever again. Charlotte suggested we not say his name around her for a while and wait to see if Shiloh could remember him herself or just forget. I could see Deck was relieved when Charlotte said that because Shiloh had lost so much already in her young life. With Charlotte and Deck getting ready to get married, Deck didn’t want anything bad touching the little princess of the club.
“We need to see where Lucky is at with his recovery and if he is going back in or coming home.”
We needed more men, but I was wary of bringing anyone new into the compound. The Rogue shit wasn’t sitting well with me. He knew too much and heard too much. There was no way he had bugs in the compound everywhere, but he was always one step ahead, and his intel on the girls was too firsthand. I had my suspicions he was getting information from a source that was known to the club, but I didn’t know who or how.
I watched as Creed pulled Shiloh up and swung her onto his shoulders. Her squeals of delight warmed my heart. Her cast was off now, thank God. It had been a constant reminder that we’d failed her as her family—I’d failed her, and that would never happen again.
***
“Are the girls safe at the spa?” I asked as I sat down at the head of the table. This seat held a lot of power, but it also carried a lot of responsibility. I thrived on it, but this dark time in the club weighed heavily on my shoulders. Seeing the girls safe and protected was a high priority in all of our minds.
“Yeah, Pres, I just heard from Squid, and he said there’s lots of giggling and shit,” Mannix reported with a smirk. He knew when the women of the club got together, anarchy tended to ensue. He especially loved seeing Deck deal with Charlotte’s funny antics. She got a little loose when alcohol was in the mix, but with her pregnant, I saw he was a bit calmer about the day. Now, it was my turn to stress about Stella and the fruity cocktails she and Mia liked. They tended to send my honey into a loose-mouthed sex-talking fiend. Actually, I was quite looking forward to seeing what she was like when they got back.
My cock was still deliriously happy after the morning’s monumental lovemaking in the shower. Stella allowing me to take her like that showed she trusted me, and even after my nightmare last night and my subsequent breakdown, she didn’t shy away from me. Didn’t laugh or pass judgement. She talked me through it all, listened to me, and gave me the space I needed to get out of my head and regain my composure. The way she’d held me and stroked my hair filled my heart with even more love for her. She was it for me, and I’d meant it when I said I was going to marry her. It hadn’t been a conventional proposal, hell, Stella may not have realised it was a real proposal, but it was. I would get her a ring, but I didn’t want a big to-do like Deck and Teach were going to have.
Just Stella and I would suit me just fine. Maybe we could go away to some place where she could wear a bikini the entire time, get married on a beach with just a minister, and come back married. Who knew, maybe I could get her pregnant on our honeymoon. The more I thought about it, the more I wanted it. Marrying Stella as soon as possible had just jumped up on my list.
“Okay, then good. Now why the hell are we here and not out working?” The thought of pumping some weights sounded good to me.
36
stella
“Are you serious? He did that in the shower?” Charlotte whispered to me. We were all getting our feet pedicured and our nails polished after a fabulous last few hours of massages, facials, and amazing pampering courtesy of my generous grey-eyed man.
“Yep,” I said with a grin on my face. I’d just informed the flock of my shower sex experience that morning with Booth. I said it with a hint of arrogance, and I made no apologies for that.
“Holy shit, girl. That is so hot.” Rainn grinned, her toes wiggling as she tried to help the polish dry quicker. Damn, even her toes were sexy. Mannix must have fun sucking those.
“Hasn’t Mannix, you know, gone in the back door?” Mia asked shyly
. The poor girl must have felt so out of place now that I’d lost my v card. She let slip during our infamous drunk-dialling night that she was a virgin and very keen to get rid of that problem. She had been seeing one of the bartenders from the Bar and Grill for a little while there, but he told her he hadn’t been interested in anything with her. Oh, of course, he had been kind about it—hurting Mia was never on anyone’s agenda, well, except for Steel—but he’d just dropped off after he seemed to really like her. I have a suspicion the pretty VP had something to do with it, but why, I didn’t know. Steel was still wasting his time running after Callie, and she had him chasing his tail. The vile woman wasn’t a good fit in the club, and it was time someone told her that.
“Oh, yeah, he does a fair bit. Mannix is very daring, let me tell you,” Rainn answered, her cheeks turning red.
Oh, God, was she thinking about them having sex? Ewww. Just no thank you. Mannix was like a brother to all the girls here in the room, and he and Deck were the most thoughtful of our feelings—Darth was, too, but more so with Shiloh. Creed had a real soft spot for Mia and tended to throw it in Steel’s face. He did enjoy goading the big fella.
“Why aren’t you and Mannix exclusive?” The question just left my mouth before I could call it back, but I was curious. They seemed like the perfect fit, with Rainn calling him on his shit, and Mannix doing likewise with her. Plus, they looked great together, Rainn with her long ruby-red hair and her spectacular colourful tattoos adorning her luscious, sinful body. Mannix with his dark hair, making even sexier with a sprinkling of salt and pepper, a permanent five o’clock shadow covering his high cheekbones and chiselled chin, and even his black eye patch added to his sex-on-a-stick persona. His one good eye was the colour of deep, rich coffee, and he had a lean, muscled body covered in tattoos. I wondered how his body would feel lying on top of a woman.
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