She smirks and cups her breasts with her hands. “Stop fucking around or I’ll start without you.”
“Perhaps that’s something I’d like to witness,” I say, reaching behind me to pull my T-shirt off. She lays back on the white sheets and spreads her legs, the little vixen. I love how comfortable she is with her body; she owns it, and her confidence is the biggest turn-on.
“Show me what you like,” I command, hardening as she starts to pinch her nipples then slowly trail her fingers farther down south. I remove my jeans and boxers, then start to stroke myself as I watch her. “Come here.”
She sits up on her knees and crawls to the end of the bed, glancing up at me, waiting.
“Open,” I tell her.
She opens her lips, and I slide the tip between them, then let go and let her take over. She grabs the base with her hand and slides it into her mouth, taking as much in as she can, which is a pretty impressive amount. I look down at her, a groan slipping from my mouth as I take in the picture before me. She always tells me I make a noise like a low growl that turns her on like crazy, but I never realized I did it until she pointed it out to me.
“Where do you want me to come?” I ask her, feeling myself on the edge, her talented mouth driving me crazy.
She pulls back and says, “Inside me.”
“Bend over for me,” I say, slapping her ass when she goes to do as I told her. I stand behind her, sliding in with one smooth thrust. I love how wet she is, how turned on she gets simply from giving me head. Not all women enjoy it, and the fact that she does makes it so much better. She likes to please and be pleased, and I like giving her exactly what she needs and knowing I can satisfy her. I play with her clit as I slide in and out of her, stopping to kiss her mouth with my hand at her jaw, turning her head to me, before continuing.
“Yes, Vinnie,” she moans, pushing back on my dick. “Fuck me harder.”
I give her what she wants until she comes, biting down on the pillow in front of her. Only then do I come, even though I’ve been fighting against it ever since she had me in her mouth. I pull out of her and straightaway pull her body against mine. I kiss her brow and watch her lips as they turn upward, her eyes as they close. She sighs in contentment and kisses my chest.
Not for the first time, I wonder how she does it, how she got me to let her in. I don’t know why I’m so different with her than I’ve been with other women in the past. I’ve never allowed myself to get attached to a woman before. With Eliza, I really was just in it for the sex, same with the other women I’ve let into my life.
My own mother didn’t want me, and neither did any other woman.
Now that I’ve grown up, I never allow myself to really rely on a woman, not solely. Sure, I treat them well, and I love them in bed, but no one has ever really made an impact on me besides the other old ladies, and that’s in a completely different way from how I feel about Shay. I respect and care for the other women; with Shay, I’ve actually let her in. I lowered my guard, took her under my wing. Made her my problem when I didn’t have to, and went out on a limb to protect her, when I wasn’t sure what to do with her. I’m not a person who believes in marriage and true love and all that other shit—I don’t ever want to get married—but Shay just fits. She’s here, and it feels like it’s where she belongs. If she isn’t who I’m meant to be with, then I don’t know who is, because thinking of moving any other woman into the clubhouse would make me run for the hills.
“What are you thinking about?” she asks, now studying me. “You have the weirdest expression on your face.”
“Just thinking it’s weird how things turn out.”
“It really is,” she says, taking a deep breath. “I never really thanked you for bringing me here, Vinnie. I know it wasn’t an easy choice to make, but thank you. I’d much rather be here with you than locked away somewhere, and I like it. Both you, and everything about living here.”
“You like me, do you?” I ask, lips twitching upward.
“You’re growing on me,” she says flippantly, rolling her eyes. “It definitely feels like I’ve known you longer than I have. And you’ve done more for me than people I’ve known my whole life have. It’s true what they say, time means nothing, only character does.”
“Never has a woman complimented my character before,” I say, amusement filling me.
She is just . . . cute. I don’t know how anyone could want to hurt her.
“Let’s nap,” she suggests, yawning. “And then we can take a shower and get dressed to go and meet Talon. Also, eating will be thrown somewhere into that plan too.”
“Sounds perfect, except the part about you coming with me to meet him,” I say, spooning her from behind and shoving all her hair out of my face.
“The two of you aren’t going to fight, are you?” she asks, starting to sound a little worried, or maybe concerned.
“No,” I say, peppering kisses on the back of her neck. “No fighting. Now go to sleep.”
She falls asleep before me, and I replay her words in my head.
I didn’t think Talon and I were going to end up in a fight.
Maybe.
Okay, we probably were.
TWENTY-ONE
“WHO the fuck do you think you are, taking her to your fuckin’ clubhouse?” he yells, throwing a punch that I avoid by moving back.
“Took you long enough to figure that out. I think the real question is, why didn’t you take her to yours? Don’t want her to see the real bastard you are?” I fire back, throwing my own punch that hits him right in the gut. Yeah, that would have hurt.