Once I make it into his bedroom, I look around. It’s been a long time since I’ve stepped foot into this room, and I’m surprised to find the bed made and the space actually clean. I shimmy out of my dress and place it on the empty chair that sits in the corner.
Then I fold the comforter over a few times until it’s at the edge of the bed. I’m just finishing smoothing it out, noticing that the sheets also appear to be clean when the door opens.
Sloane is standing at the entrance to his room, his eyes taking me in from top to toe and back up again. He sinks his teeth in his lower lip and smirks as he walks inside and closes the door, flipping the deadbolt before he removes his boots, leaving them right in front of the door.
“Are you wet for me?” he whispers as he removes his cut and sets it on top of my dress on the chair in the corner.
I turn to face him, watching him as he removes his shirt. My breathing turning ragged at the sight of his muscular frame, I itch to touch him.
His thumb pops the top button of his jeans and he shoves them, along with his boxers, down his legs, stepping out of them. He takes one after another slow step toward me every time he loses an article of clothing.
“Are you?” he asks again.
I wasn’t.
I am now.
I nod.
Once he’s in front of me, Sloane lifts a finger and touches the center of my chest, letting it drag down to my clit but not applying the pressure I crave. I bite the inside of my cheek, and he grins.
Then, without warning, he bends down and wraps his hands around my knees, flipping me onto my back. My ribs protest slightly, but the small twinge of pain isn’t enough to keep my excitement at bay.
His hands wrap around the inside of my thighs, and he presses them open as his mouth descends on my center. The flat of his tongue slides along my entire core, and when his mouth sucks on my clit, my back arches off the bed. My hands automatically find his hair and hold onto him.
“Oh, god, baby,” I moan as I slip my legs over his shoulders and dig my heels into his back as I force my pussy closer to his face.
Sloane reaches under my ass and tips me up, angling me and eating me like never before. It’s so good, and I’ve been on edge all night. I come hard and fast, riding his face as my body shakes uncontrollably.
He flips me gently onto my stomach. With my knees holding me up, my calves and feet hanging off of the bed, his mouth is on me again.
I cry out when his tongue flicks my still sensitive clit, but his hands wrap around my hips and he forces me against him, holding me still while he takes and gives all at the same time.
It doesn’t take me long to work back up again, to be on the edge and then to topple over. I fist the sheets at my head while I try to climb away from him, on sensory overload. His lips press against my inner thigh as he backs away, and I collapse on the mattress, face down.
“You ready for my cock now, sunshine?” he asks on a chuckle.
I roll over and push my hair out of my face only to see his green eyes shining as he grins, looking down at me. “Look at you. A hot fucking mess from your man making you come. Christ, you’re beautiful, baby.”
I shake my head and smile up at him, unable to speak, my lungs still trying to catch their breath. He wraps his hands around my calves and lifts my legs so that my ankles are resting on his shoulders, my legs straight and locked. Then he enters me, slowly and to the hilt.
“Feels so good,” I moan as he pulls out and then gently glides back inside of me.
“Taking you slow, sunshine. This night is going to last a long fucking time, and I don’t want to wear your sweet pussy out too quickly, now.”
“Baby,” I rasp.
Sloane does as he promises, fucking me slow and with purpose, sending me over the edge again. Then he flips me over and fucks me a little harder until he comes deep inside of me, promising this time we’ve created a baby, for sure.
SOAR
Imogen. My sweet wife. She’s fucking exhausted. Yet, I’m not through with her. I need more from her body, and I aim to take it. She turns her head to look back at me. Her face is covered in a light sheen of sweat, and a small satisfied smile is tugging on her lips.
I bend over her back and press my lips to hers, slipping my tongue into her mouth and tasting her, tasting us. Fuck, she’s so goddamn perfect for me.
“Are you ready?” I ask against her lips. She sucks in a deep breath and nods.
“Yeah, baby,” she says through trembling lips.
“Been a while, we can play, instead,” I offer, feeling a little guilty about wanting so much, and her not being ready to give it to me.
Shaking her head, she reaches behind her and wraps her hand around the back of my head to pull me down a little more.
“I need you, I need all of you, Sloane. I know that this is part of you, part of us, and I need you to re-claim every part of me.”
I can’t control the growl that climbs up my throat at her words. “I’ll never abuse your trust again, baby.”
She smiles but doesn’t say anything. I press my lips to hers again before I stand up and take a step back from her. I move to my dresser and grab a brand-new bottle of oil. Silently, I make my way back to her.
The party is still in full swing in the bar, the music thumping throughout my room, but it all fades away as I look to my wife and everything she’s offering me. She’s moved to the center of the bed and is lying on her stomach.
I coat my dick with the oil and crawl up the bed, not satisfied to look at the back of her head this first time. I need to see into her eyes. I want that connection, and I’m pretty sure she needs it. I gently roll her over and ignore the look of surprise on her face.
Wrapping my hands around the backs of her knees I spread her wide for me, pushing her legs up a little. Her pussy is swollen from my mouth and cock. I stopped counting her orgasms when she reached five. Her cunt looks so pretty, pink and sensitive.
“Sloane,” she rasps.
Releasing one of her legs, I drip the oil on that swollen pussy and let it slide down to her ass. I’m sure it’s more than enough, but I can’t tear my eyes away from the oil as it drips, coating her. Then she lets out a moan, and I grin. My sunshine likes her ass play, and it’s been so fucking long.
I slide my fingers through her oiled cunt and dip them inside, pumping her gently, curling my fingers and petting her the way she likes, which makes her arch her back and moan again. Then, when she starts to whimper, I remove them and slip them into the tight ring of her ass.
Her ass is so warm and so tight, I know that I’m not going to last long once my cock is buried deep inside of her. I gently fuck her ass with my fingers, adding a third to prepare her for my dick. I go slow, not wishing to cause her pain. I know she’s past any pain she may feel when she starts to meet my fingers’ thrusts.
“Ready for me?” I ask, pulling my fingers from her ass.
“Please, Sloane,” she whispers.
I wrap both of my hands around the backs of her knees again and spread her wider as I push her legs as close to the sides of her face as possible. I rest one of them over my shoulder while I press my cock against her entrance.
“Relax, my sunshine,” I murmur gently.
I watch as her body physically loses its tension, and I push my way further inside of her.
My gaze stays connected to hers. Nothing could shatter this between us right now. Nothing else in the world exists but her, me, and my cock in her ass. Once I’m fully seated inside of her, I press my lips to hers.
I slip my tongue inside of her mouth and start to fuck her mouth with mine. I know she’s fully relaxed and becoming excited when she starts to fuck my cock on her own, moving her hips.
I take her cue and gently pull out as I fuck her with my tongue and my dick. She whimpers into my mouth before she rips her lips from mine and throws her head back. I move one of my hands to her pussy and press my thumb against her clit, which makes her eyes widen and her hea
d snap up so that our eyes connect again.
“Want your pussy filled with my fingers, sunshine?” I ask, my voice tight as I try to keep from coming inside of her.
“Yes, Sloane,” she whispers. It tugs at my heart, the sweetness of her voice.
I fill her cunt with my fingers, pressing my thumb against her clit and rubbing her firmly. I feel her pussy flutter against my fingers, so I start to fuck her a little harder.
When she cries out, her hoarse voice filling the room as her pussy and ass squeeze me, I fuck her in earnest—harder than I should, my body unable to harness even an ounce of control.
I throw back my head and roar as I come, filling her full of my seed. My muscles tremble as I keep my body from smashing hers against the mattress.
It takes everything inside of me to actually ease myself from her body, wanting to stay there for as long as I can. She lets out a deep groan once I’m completely out of her, and I release her legs, lying my head against her stomach to catch my breath. I wrap my arms around her back and hold her to me, my chest laying against her warm, oiled, center.
“It’s never felt that good before,” she whispers as her fingers start to play with my hair.
I grunt my response, my body completely worn out. I massage her slick skin with my thumbs before I speak. “Since I’ve been back, since we’ve been back, everything has felt phenomenal and better than before. Maybe because I’m sober, but I think it’s really because I love you so fuckin’ much, sunshine, and I’m grateful as fuck that you’re so goddamn forgiving.”
“I don’t want to be a doormat, but I know I’ve forgiven you too easily,” she whispers as she continues to play with my hair, “and I don’t care. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t be right here, right now.”
I turn and press my lips to her belly before I speak. “Let’s get cleaned up and get some sleep, sunshine.”
“I love you, Sloane Huntington.”
“Love you, baby,” I grunt, pressing my lips to her belly again as I stand.
I turn, grabbing a shirt and pulling it on over her naked body before I pick her up. Together, we walk to the communal showers.
Obviously, I didn’t think about the cleanup when I decided this is what we would do tonight, but I wouldn’t take one fucking second of it back.
Chapter Twenty-Six
SOAR
A week later, I find myself kissing my wife goodbye. She’s still sleeping in bed, but her eyes flutter open as she looks up at my seated position. She looks at me with confusion and then realization dawns on her. I won’t be back until tomorrow sometime.
Tonight, I’m driving up to Humboldt to load up the truck with merchandise. Normally, I would try and come back the same night, but MadDog warned that this shipment is double the size of the last, so I have a feeling it’s going to take twice as long to load.
“I’ll miss you,” she murmurs.
Looking at her face, there is still some light bruising, but most is yellowed. It’s almost completely cleared of the horrors she suffered.
I reach out and touch my finger to her nose, then drag it down to her lips, tracing them. Lips that were wrapped around my cock last night; lips that sucked me completely dry. Lips that are mine.
“A prospect will be outside the front door all night long. You need anything, you fear anything, you tell him,” I rumble.
“Okay,” she breathes before her tongue peeks out and tastes my finger. Shaking my head, I lean down and press my lips to hers.
“Gonna be late. Can’t fuck you, sunshine.”
“When you get back?” she asks on an exhale, her lips still touching mine.
“Yeah, when I get back,” I grunt.
It takes everything inside of me to stand up and turn away from her. She’s warm, curled into the sheets, and I know that she’s still naked from last night. Goddamn, my woman knows how to make me smile.
Swear to Christ, I don’t think I’ve been this happy my entire life. I don’t think I’ve ever allowed myself to be this happy, either. Wish I would have found this inside of me, this strength, this ability to allow her to love me and me love her, a lot fucking sooner.
“Don’t go inside. Your job is to watch the outside. I want you going on a perimeter check at least once every hour to check the doors and windows. My wife may or may not leave while I’m gone. If she does, you follow her at a distance. You don’t talk to her and you sure as fuck don’t look at her,” I growl.
“Yes, sir,” the prospect says, grinding his teeth together.
I lift my chin and leave him on my front porch. Maybe I’m being a dick, but we’ve all been there. I don’t give a fuck if this guy was a staff sergeant for the army or not; to me, he’s just a fucking boot—green, a new recruit, and not yet worthy of my respect.
Driving to the clubhouse, I don’t bother going inside of the bar. I walk out to the warehouse where the truck is. Torch and MadDog are already waiting for me, and it takes about ten minutes for MadDog to go over our route again.
Once we’re finished, he slaps me on the back, then does the same to Torch before he wishes us luck.
“Ready?” he asks.
I can’t help but remember the last time we were together like this, I ended up in prison for three years. I smile to myself, knowing that no way in fuck is that ever going to happen again.
“Fuck yeah,” I grin as I start the engine.
We drive a little way out of Shasta and are on our way to Humboldt when I see cop lights behind me. I furrow my brow and look to Torch as I pull over. I watch as he walks up to the truck and I recognize him immediately. It’s Houston, the fuck.
“Know I don’t have to ask this shit, but you clean?” he asks.
“Haven’t touched anything other than beer since I’ve been out,” I state. He grins.
A different California highway patrol officer walks up to Torch’s side and asks us both to get out of the truck, our information in hand.
Luckily, my gun is stowed, as is Torch’s, in a hidden compartment, so I don’t have to worry about that. I hop down from the truck and walk around the back, also thankful that we haven’t picked up our load yet.
“You boys headed out of town?” he asks, looking at our cuts.
“Yeah, helping a friend move,” Torch states nonchalantly.
I listen to the officer call out for wants and warrants for both of us, and he narrows his eyes on me when the dispatcher says we’re clear. He walks over to his car and sits in the front seat, typing some things on his computer before he walks back over to us.
“Gonna need to talk to Mr. Huntington alone, please,” he says.
Torch looks between us, confusion etched on his face, but he backs up and away from the officer and me.
“You obviously have a hard on for me. What can I help you with today?” I ask, taking him in.
“I’m still just waiting for you to fuck up. When you do, I’m going to take you down,” he rasps.
I roll my eyes. “I’m not going to fuck up. Bayard isn’t paying you anymore. You need to get the fuck on with your life.”
“Not Bayard paying me anymore,” he quips. “Mr. Stewart is a very determined, man you know?”
“Why, because my father-in-law paid you too?” I ask, arching my brow.
“Scum like you are the reason I became a cop,” he spits.
I shake my head with a grin. Then I pin him with my eyes. “Better the devil you know, cop. My father-in-law has a reason to shove my ass back in jail, I’m sure—none of those you would probably agree with. In fact, you knew them, they’d probably make you sick to your stomach, unless you’re a sick fuck just like him. Which, based off of your obsession with my wife, I can assume you are,” I shrug.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“You do know he tried to force Imogen into marrying someone who beat her. When she told him, and showed him the evidence, he didn’t bat an eyelash. In fact, he didn’t give a fuck and told her she needed to marry him anyway,” I inform him.
I watch as he blinks and cringes before he fixes his features. “Who his daughter marries is none of my concern. I’m concerned with you and your illegal activities.”
I snort. “Women getting beat because they refuse to fuck a guy they’re dating isn’t your concern? Good to fucking know the law is on the side of the citizens. You want to rape her though, right? So why would you give a fuck about her being hurt. Man, I could give a fuck about my father-in-law, about you or anybody else, but someone lays a hand on a woman? I take major fucking issue with that. Are we done here?”
“You talk to your probation officer?” he asks with a smirk.
“Check in every week. Saturday’s, sometimes Sunday’s, whatever works for his schedule. I haven’t popped dirty once,” I shrug.
His jaw clenches hard, and I watch as a muscle ticks in his cheek. Then he lets out a puff of air, lifts his chin, and turns to walk away from me. He doesn’t even say we’re free to go. He tosses our ID’s out the window of his cruiser and speeds off.
“The fuck?” Torch asks as he rushes after our flying paperwork to keep it from going into the street.
“My father-in-law is trying to get my ass landed back in jail so he has full control over my wife,” I mutter.
“Shit,” he curses as he takes his phone out of his pocket.
I hear him talking, and I assume it’s to MadDog but all I can think about is Imogen. What her fate would be if I was locked up again. She’d leave me, assuredly, and her father would try to control her.
Odds are, he would win. I can’t let that shit happen—not to my Genny. Though Graham is gone, he’d just find some other man and get into some kind of scheme with him, using Imogen to sweeten the deal. Fuck that.
“MadDog says to continue as planned, but instead of leaving in the morning we need to leave either as soon as we’re loaded or tomorrow night. Try to fly out under the radar.” I nod in agreement and walk back to the truck, hopping inside and starting it up.
“You okay, brother?” he asks.
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