I’m not shy about staring and my tongue licks my bottom lip as his fist closes around his cock, stroking from base to tip.
“See something you like, Hope?”
“Everything. You. Yes.” My words roll out in a flustered jumble. Okay, maybe I’m not as calm as I thought. I squirm and keep staring, craving a taste of him.
“You want this?”
Eager and tired of being teased, I urge him down onto the bed with me, and brush my fingers through his hair, holding him still so I can kiss him. He lets me roll him on his back—because let’s face it I can’t make Rock do anything Rock doesn’t want to do—and kiss my way down his chest.
“What’re you doing, Baby Doll?” Lazy-curiosity colors his words.
My hands circle his cock sliding up and down. Instead of answering, my mouth opens and my tongue darts out to taste him. The soft skin and blunt head of his cock caressing my lips. His salty taste lingers and I tease him with my tongue, slowly dragging a wet trail round the head of his cock a few times. A primal grunt pushes past his lips as I swirl and lick. He’s not really moving. Just lying there and letting me have my way with him, which I like. I shuffle forward on my knees to get closer, and fill my mouth with him. I take him as deep as I can and work my way back. Before I can try again, he gathers my hair into a ponytail and pulls.
“Need to fuck you, Hope.”
I’m crazed with lust and want, but disappointed he didn’t let me do more. Using my hair, he guides me up to his mouth for a deep kiss. I love kissing Rock. I could do it for hours. His hands grab my hips. Strong fingers dig into my ass as he settles me over his cock. “Take it,” he whispers against my mouth. Reaching down I align him against me and sink down. Quickly, I lift up, not quite as ready for him as I thought.
He brushes a few strands of hair off my cheek. “Relax.” I let out a deep breath and sink a little deeper this time. My eyes close as he stretches me in the best way. I ease up and sink back down slowly.
“Fuck,” I whisper as I increase my pace.
“Love when you say fuck when I’m fucking you,” his voice comes out strained, raw almost.
A low moan escapes my lips. No words. I can’t form them. Heat races over my skin.
“You have any idea how much I love seeing you blush and get all shy with me?”
A soft chuckle works out of me. “Rochlan North: MC President and corrupter of bashful ladies.”
“Damn fucking right. Love that you’re so modest around everyone else, then let me violate you in any filthy way I want.”
Mmm. He’s got that right. I think I’d let him do anything at all to me right this second. Especially when he hits that spot. I suck in a sharp breath and grind down harder, chasing the thrilling sensations only he can give.
Eventually I settle into a perfect pace. His hands grip my hips, directing me hard and fast, then deep and slow. After a while, his hands slide up my ribcage, settling under my breasts. A dark look passes over his face.
“What’s wrong?” My words are harsh between panting breaths. So close.
His eyes meet mine. “Nothing, baby. Fucking love looking at you. You’re so beautiful.”
My head tips down and I murmur a thank you. He lifts up, flipping us easily. After a few not-so-gentle thrusts, he slides out of me and motions me up. “Knees. Put that pretty little ass up in the air for me.”
My mouth curls into a smirk, but I roll over. He slides a pillow under my stomach. Tucking my knees up under me, I rest my cheek on the mattress. Behind me, I catch a glimpse of him rising up on his knees.
A sharp sting as his hand slaps my ass.
“Up.”
I arch my back and push myself up. Feel him position himself at my entrance. One hand grips my hip, while the fingers of his other hand trail down my spine. He thrusts forward and I let out a low moan.
“Good?”
“Fuck. Yes.”
He pushes forward again and pulls back slowly. Each time he thrusts I moan a little louder. He’s not the only one who had a lot of dirty fantasies while he was away. Not one compares to this. After a few minutes of slow, sensuous teasing, he grips my hips harder. Pulls me firmly against him, thrusting harder each time.
When he’s fully buried inside me, his movements still. “Fuck me back like a good girl.”
I push back and he grunts in pleasure. The sound encourages me, and I rock back and forth on him. “How’s that?” I whisper, needing a little reassurance.
Instead of an answer I get popped on the ass. “Don’t stop,” he warns in a tight voice. Satisfaction rises inside of me and I push back faster, taking him deep over and over.
“Rock, I’m so close,” I cry out.
He pulls free and I sob in frustration. “What—”
“Need to see your face when I make you come.”
He flips me and shoves inside of me again, claiming me, telling me how much he missed me with each powerful stroke
I plant my feet on the bed and lift my hips to meet him thrust for thrust.
He grabs my hands, stretching my arms over my head and our eyes meet. My lips part as I moan his name and fall apart.
“Keep coming for me. All over my dick.”
The roaring in my ears almost drowns out his dirty encouragement. He stills and shudders, letting go. Warmth coats my stomach and breasts as he pulls out at the last second, stroking himself in the sexiest way.
He presses kisses to my forehead and cheeks, then moves from the bed. He returns with a warm washcloth and cleans me. The look on his face is pure adoration. I reach out and trace my fingers over his cheek.
All the bleak moments I’ve had over the last few months crash into me. Anger. Fear. Grief. Longing. A deep sigh eases out of me.
“Baby, what’s wrong?” He climbs in next to me, pulling me tight against him. “Did I hurt you?”
His worry loosens my tongue. “No. God. No.”
“Tell me.”
“It all just hit me at once. I’m so, so thankful you’re with me now.”
Tangled together with my girl, I’m finally whole again. Neither of us are able to move for a few minutes, our sweaty bodies stuck together in some places, cooling off in other places. Hope shivers and that jolts me out of my stupor. My hand squeezes her ass. “Shower.”
She moans, rolls over to her back and I take a minute to stare at her. “Worn out?”
“Yup,” she answers without opening her eyes.
My hands brush over her nipples and she giggles, soft husky laughter that makes my dick twitch. I trace my fingers over the dips and curves of her body, stopping at her ribs. My girl’s much thinner than when I went inside, and the visual proof of how stressed she must have been bothers me. First thing I’m doing tomorrow—feeding her.
Shaking off the gloom threatening to creep into my mind, I stalk into the bathroom and get the shower going. A few days. I just need some alone time with my woman, then I’ll return to the club and take care of business. For the next few days, she’s the only thing on my radar. I won’t allow any bad shit to intrude on our moments here together.
“Come on, Baby Doll,” I encourage, as I return and lift her off the bed. I can’t miss the way the corner of her mouth twitches up.
She opens one eye. “I’m all blissed out.”
“Good. That was my intention.”
“Goal achieved.”
“You okay?” I ask after I set her down in the shower. She holds out her hands to me. As if I’m not planning to join her.
“Much better.” Her hand reaches back and squeezes her ass. “My butt doesn’t hurt as much as I thought it would after that ride.”
“I can fix that.” My bad joke makes her laugh. “So is that your way of saying you don’t like my Fat Bob?”
She tilts her head and I realize she has no idea what I’m talking about. “We need to spend more time in the garage together,” I mutter as I soap her up.
“Anywhere you want. As long as we’re together.”
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“You know, I’ve never wanted to be some clingy girlfriend. But I’m afraid, I’ll be clinging to you quite a bit.”
“Nothing would make me happier.”
After we’re done in the shower, I take my time drying her off, and lead her back to bed. I’m exhausted, and I’m sure she is too.
“Want to take you out for a big breakfast tomorrow,” I explain as I slide into bed. She curls up against me right away as if she can’t stand for us not to be touching. I’m glad that feeling’s mutual.
We’re silent and I think she’s fallen asleep when she shifts. “The weeks when I couldn’t come see you were the worst,” she whispers as her hands stroke up and down my chest.
“I know.”
She pushes herself upright so she can look me in the eye. “I hated that I couldn’t talk to you freely. Knowing even over the phone someone was probably listening in. And then that…guard. That horrible—”
“Tell me now, baby. Tell me everything you couldn’t say before.”
She shakes her head and stares down at her hands, so that her hair forms a curtain between us. “I kept a journal for you.” She snorts out a humorless laugh. “All my uncensored letters.”
My heart stalls. “I’d like to read them.”
“I brought it with me.” She gestures at our bags lining the top of the dresser. “But not now, okay? I can’t go there right now. I need to just be with you.” She slides her fingers over my abs down to my side, forcing a chuckle out of me.
“You’re tickling me, Baby Doll.”
My woman thinks it’s funny that I’m ticklish. Only with her though. Only when she traces her fingertips over certain places. A bright, playful smile spreads across her face. “My big, hard man—ticklish.” She shakes her head from side to side. “No one would believe me if I told them.”
I capture her hand and bring it to my shoulder, where she starts tracing lines of my tattoos. “That’s why you should keep it to yourself.”
A softer smile teases at the corners of her mouth. “It’s our secret.”
She slides one leg over me, so she’s straddling my lap. A sly smile spreads across her face as she leans in, pressing her mouth to mine. Then her breasts against my chest. I’m under the sheet and she’s on top of it, so none of our important parts are touching—yet. I pull her down so her cheek rests over my heart.
“Mmm…I like listening to your heart thump,” she murmurs. I don’t have any words, so I just wrap my arms around her and hold on tight.
After a few minutes her tongue tickles over my skin. Licking at my nipple. Grazing it with her teeth.
I pull in a sharp breath. “What’re you doing?”
“Nothing,” she answers with a false-innocence that stirs my cock back to life.
A thrill races through me. It’s all Hope. Everything she does thrills me. She sits up straighter, leans her forehead against mine, our breaths mingle together and her tongue traces the seam of my mouth. One of her hands grazes my side, down over my ribs, over my thigh, under the sheet until she feels the length of my erection. Wrapping her hand firmly around me, she jacks me up and down a few times, then bites her lip and takes her hand away.
My hands roam down her back, over the curve of her hips, settling on her ass. “You want something?” I ask.
“Maybe,” she answers in a flirty voice as she slides down my body, taking the sheet with her. “Oh, my,” she teases when my dick springs up, happy to see her. She grabs me. Not too tight and licks gently. Her hair keeps falling down, obstructing my view. Can’t have that. I gather all her loose, thick waves in my hands and hold them back. She hums and closes her mouth, sucking deep, her cheeks hollowing.
“Fuuuck,” I hiss as she starts to move up and down. My fists clench with the urge to press the back of her head down until I’m in her throat. But I can’t do that to Hope. I just can’t. My hand tugs at her hair a little harder. “Come here, baby.”
She pulls her mouth off me reluctantly. Staring at me with confusion…and hurt.
“Rock, what’s wrong? Why don’t you ever let me—”
Fuck me. “I do. You have.”
Trying to bullshit Hope is pointless. “Yes, but you always stop me.”
“I’d rather come in your snug little pussy, is that so bad?”
Why is she doing this? Why am I stopping her and why is this conversation still getting me so motherfucking hard?
Probably because her hand keeps lazily sliding up and down my dick, while she stares at it with hungry eyes. Her soft fingers explore every sensitized inch, making me jump and hiss with each touch.
“Am I not any good at it?” she asks.
“Hope, really?”
She half-lifts one shoulder.
That’s the last thing I want her thinking. Guess I’ll risk pissing her off. “Fine. I’ve had enough anonymous, impersonal blow jobs. I don’t want that from my wife.”
Instead of pissed, she seems amused. “Well, your wife-to-be wants to give you some highly personal blow jobs, so I suggest you suck it up. Or rather, let me suck you.”
My dirty chuckles are cut short by her tongue and mouth. Aw, fuck, she’s killing me. “How can I say no to that?” I ask so low, I’m not sure she hears me at first. But she hums, the sound traveling right through me.
“You can’t. So relax and let me have my way with you.”
“Whatever you say, Baby Doll.”
Morning chill prickles over my skin, pulling me out of sleep.
No Rock next to me.
Huh.
I sit up and glance around the room. Silly, because it’s too small for him to hide somewhere. After tossing back the covers, I discover the bathroom’s also empty. Everything’s still, like he’s been gone for a while.
My gaze lands on my open purse and the piece of white paper next to it.
Hope-
At the beach. Join me when you get up.
-Rock
I recognize the paper he wrote the note on. Sure enough, the journal I told him about, is missing. A lick of fear, maybe embarrassment, slicks over me. I’m not sure. I wrote it with every intention of him reading my words. But now, after what he went through, it seems silly and childish.
Hurrying into my clothes, I make sure to grab the room key and stuff some cash in my pockets.
He’s in roughly the same spot as we sat last night. Knees pulled to his chest, arms slung around them, holding my journal. There aren’t that many letters. It would have been too depressing to write I miss you. I miss you. I miss you. Every day. So it’s mostly just the highlights. My day trip with Wrath and Trinity. My visits to cheer up Sparky. Heidi’s graduation. Stuff like that. My last entry was the one where the guard molested me. After that, I was too frozen in fear to write anything.
That’s the page he’s reading when I walk up on him. He tips his head up and stares at me with a look of wonder.
“Thank you.” His raspy voice makes my insides quiver. I drop down next to him and he pulls me close for a deep kiss. His forehead touches mine. “This means everything to me, Hope.”
I’m too choked with emotion to respond.
After a few more moments of staring into each other’s eyes, he kisses my forehead and sits back. “I’m so sorry, baby.”
No, no, no. That’s not what I wanted him to feel after reading my words. “Rock, it’s okay. You’re out. We’re together. Everything will be fine.”
He’s silent, staring at my notebook. “It’s like we were thinking the same things sometimes.” He tips his head up, his gray eyes searing me with their intensity. “Thinking about you got me through it.” He lifts his hand and brushes the hair off my face. “Small things, that I took for granted.”
“I missed you terribly. But at least I had the club taking care of me. I hated you being so alone.”
He shakes his head and stares at the sand. “I never should have put you through that.”
His words leave me unsettled. Like he’s rethink
ing our future together. “It’s not your fault.”
“Yes it is. This is my life. This is the kind of shit that happens because of who I associate with. If I worked a regular nine-to-five, you wouldn’t have suffered through all this shit. That motherfucker never would have put his hands on you. You got hurt because of me.”
I sigh. This isn’t an easy situation with a simple answer. But I need Rock to understand the conclusions I’ve come to. “Then you wouldn’t be the man I love. I love you. Who you are. I thought I’d die without you. Because I was so scared for you. And I know without a doubt, not having you at all would be a thousand times worse.”
“Hope. Fuck. You don’t even—I love you so much, Baby Doll. But do you understand, even though I didn’t commit this crime, I’ve committed so many others that could have the same outcome? I don’t see it changing. Even if I ever fully get us on the right side of things, there are still so many—”
“Rock, stop. I won’t lie to you and say I’m not scared sometimes.”
“I know you are. I’m so sorry I reeled you in to my fucked up life without fully letting you know what you were getting into.”
Now, his words alarm me. Not because I believe he tricked me, but because I’m afraid he has some twisted idea that he needs to set me free. “Do you regret us? Being with me?”
“No. Never. Not for one second, Hope.”
“I know you think I’m naïve. And I am. Sometimes deliberately so where you’re concerned. Where the club’s concerned. But I love you, and no matter what happens in the future, I’ll never regret us either.”
“Hope, that’s a damn big promise to make.”
Tears fill my eyes, and I rapidly blink them away. “Dammit, I didn’t cry once while you were gone.”
One corner of his mouth lifts. “I know that’s not true.”
“Okay. Maybe after seeing you in jail that first time. Let me finish though.”
His smile widens and he motions for me to continue.
“You remember how you once told me you couldn’t let me go? It’s the same for me. I’m not still here because you tricked me. I’m here because I love you. All of you. Even the parts you think are bad. Everything you do comes from a good place of protecting the people you love.”
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