by A. J. Downey
We couldn’t dally too long, I mean, there was a party waiting for me back at the club, but I needed this. I needed to unwind and relax, and if I couldn’t do it beneath Nox’s body and his careful attentions, then this was the next best thing. Except when we got back to the club, he skipped the front drive in favor of riding around to the back, stopping on the asphalt loop in front of the building that housed his room.
“Do we have time?” I asked and he gave me a flat look.
“Babe, we’re gonna make time. They can wait five or ten more goddamn minutes.”
I laughed and took his hand following him into the building and down the long hall. We were barely inside the door and the clothes started coming off, dropping to the floor in a frenzy. I didn’t even bother with the boots, I got my pants and panties down and bent over the dresser, Nox more than happy to oblige me.
He got himself out of his pants, got a condom rolled on in record time, and with a fist wound in my hair, shoved into me hilt deep.
I moaned, thrusting my body back onto his straining cock and meeting him stroke for thrust. The pressure built quickly, my emotions tangling with the physical build of his body moving with mine, and I let them.
I craved release, I wanted to feel good after the last couple of weeks of feeling so awful, and I let Nox do that for me. His body bent over mine, his fingers finding my clit and teasing me higher, euphoria swirling in my veins, a taste of things to come.
“You like that?” he asked and I whined, a whimpering, begging, a wordless moan escaping my lips. He gently bit the side of my neck where it met my shoulder and thrust into me as far as he could go, teasing me from the outside.
“Oh god! Like that, just like that,” I gasped and then I was pressed flat against the dresser’s top, Nox riding my body through my orgasm and sucking in a breath between his teeth.
“Oh shit, Angel, that feels so good,” he moaned as I came around him, and I smiled to myself.
He stroked lazily a few times, in and out of me, before chuckling, withdrawing his hand from my hair carefully, so that he could hold the condom on and pull out of my pussy. He massaged my ass and admired the view a second before letting me straighten and I’d be lying if I said I hated that. I loved every minute of how he looked at me. He made me feel beautiful just by virtue of his looks and that was something special.
“I love you,” I murmured as I pulled my panties and jeans back into place. Nox smiled, tucking himself back into his pants.
“I love you, too, Angel. You alright?”
I was. Completely relaxed and languid. The release I had craved delivered two-fold. I gave him a cheeky grin and said, “Be better if you promised a more thorough round later tonight.”
He smiled, “Anything for you, Babe.”
He pulled me close, our clothes set to rights and kissed me long, slow and lingering deep and I laughed. “Why do I feel like I just had a prison sentence commuted?” I asked.
“Because with the way shit was heavy and going down at that school, you’re not far off. You’re out of there, Angel, done and graduated with honors. Real life starts now.”
I touched the side of his face, and felt my expression soften, sighing out and asked, “Does real life include you in it?” I asked.
He cocked his head to the side and considered me, “You know it does.”
“Then move in with us,” I said and kissed his mouth. He kissed me back, his hands curving around the back of my neck in the barest of touches, thumbs gently caressing my jaw, and I felt the last of the tension I’d carried ease out of me. It should have scared me after Luke, and nearly being strangled, but this was Nox, and I trusted him implicitly.
“All you had to do was ask, Angel,” he said softly.
“I think I would feel better about taking over my dad’s old room if we did it together,” I whispered and Nox smiled.
“Think Sage’ll be alright with me moving in?”
“He’s the one that suggested it first.”
Nox smiled harder and put his mouth to mine again, we kissed, long, slow and lingering deep, his hands delving beneath the hem of my shirt to caress my skin.
We had to do a more thorough round of lovemaking before joining the party. One with fewer clothes and more touches.
Epilogue
Nox
I went up behind her and pulled her back into my arms, as Rush and Archer set the trunk Rush had made for Maren’s birthday down at the foot of our new bed. She looked drawn and a bit pinched, and I knew she had so many mixed emotions about moving into her dad’s room, but overall it really was the best idea.
“It looks really cool,” Sage said, looking over everything. We’d overhauled the entire thing from the paint to the carpet, to the furniture which had been made by Rush and had been meticulously picked out of his dusting collection in storage lockers. Rush straightened and looked around, a shine of pride in his eyes.
“Mind if I get Mel up here to take pictures of it like this?” he asked.
Maren frowned, “Why?”
“Uh, because you guys did a bang up job and my furniture looks great as a result?”
Maren snorted, “Get your pictures, but your furniture is what makes the room gorgeous, retard.”
“Whatever, nerd-girl,” he raised his fist and Maren grinned and bumped it.
“I’m out,” Sage said to Archer and Rush, “they’re going to start making out.”
“Shit,” Archer grunted and was the first one out the door.
“Right behind you, kid. Don’t get come stains on anything until after Mel gets those shots for me,” Rush called over his shoulder, guiding Sage in front of him by his.
He propelled Maren’s little brother out of the room and I gave the lot of them the finger over my shoulder. My Angel giggled as I covered her mouth with mine and kissed her. My girl, my woman, forever.
“I love you,” she murmured and I smiled.
“Time to break in that new bed,” I said back.
The End
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The Sacred Brotherhood #3:
BROTHER IN ARMS
Other books by A.J. Downey
The Sacred Hearts MC
1. Shattered & Scarred
2. Broken & Burned
3. Cracked & Crushed
3.5. Masked & Miserable (a novella)
4. Tattered & Torn
5. Fractured & Formidable
6. Damaged & Dangerous
The Virtues
1. Cutter’s Hope
2. Marlin’s Faith
3. Charity for Nothing
Biker Chicks
Biker Chicks 2
Paranormal Romance
I Am The Alpha (with Ryan Kells)
Omega’s Run (with Ryan Kells)
About the Author
A.J. Downey is the internationally bestselling author of The Sacred Hearts Motorcycle Club romance series. She is a born and raised Seattle, WA Native. She finds inspiration from her surroundings, through the people she meets, and likely as a byproduct of way too much caffeine.
She has lived many places and done many things, though mostly through her own imagination… An avid reader all of her life, it’s now her turn to try and give back a little, entertaining as she has been entertained. She lives in a small house in a small neighborhood with a larger than life fiancé and one cat.
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