by Jo Raven
He moves up my body to do that, and his cock slips a tiny inch deeper. I gasp and writhe and can’t believe I’m coming already, and then he’s kissing me, swallowing my cries and moving inside me in short, hard thrusts that only make the pleasure hotter, sharper, triggering more explosions in my core—until he’s coming too with a long moan against my lips, his cock spilling liquid heat in my pussy.
“Tyler…” I clutch at him, losing myself in the sensations, in the feel of him inside me again, at last, at his soft mouth, his hard body bent over me, the aftershocks still running through him until he slumps over me, careful not to crush me.
Still buried inside me. Still hard.
He does a sort of half-push-up to look down on me, and the smile he turns on me is soft and sated and breathtaking.
Then he starts pulling out, and I clench around him, wanting to keep him inside me longer. He groans, and I bite my lip to stop a moan. I grip his corded forearm, where he had my name inked, digging my nails in.
“I’m gonna undress you now,” he says, his voice so low it raises the fine hairs on my arms, “and do to you all the things I promised earlier.” He starts pulling out again, and I do my best to release him. He still grits his teeth. “Goddammit, woman. You feel so good.”
The moment he sits up, I start to panic again. I try to close my legs, but his hands on my thighs stop me. “Ty…”
“You.” He trails his fingers between my legs, under my panties, stroking me until I can’t recall why I was trying to close them. “Are. Perfect.”
“I had a baby.”
“And I love you.”
God, this boy... “Love you, too,” I whisper.
Then, before I gather my wits, he pulls out another trick: he sits back on his heels and drags his shirt over his head, hijacking my thought processes once more.
His pendant, the Tree of Life that I gave him when I was fifteen and that he has never taken off since then, swings over his chest. A wall of rippling muscles, tight abs, and all that ink over the scars, dragons and eagles and skulls, and that word… the word carved in his chest by his own father.
Bastard.
I hate it. And I love it. It’s part of him, and it shaped his life, made him feel like a lesser man when he’s the best man I know.
That and the other, long scar on his abdomen changed him—but they also made him into the man I have in front of me now and I wouldn’t change a single thing about him. He’s got a will of steel and a heart of gold, and okay… that iron bar between his legs is also fascinating.
Yeah, I’m staring at his cock again. I lick my lips, and it bobs as if greeting me.
“Keep looking at my dick like that,” he drawls as he pulls off my panties, “and it will be back inside you before you know it, plan or no plan.”
I moan in response, because I want it. I want him to put it back inside me and fuck me again, hard. Mark me, brand me. Own me.
There’s no question of using a condom. I thought about it earlier, but no. I need him bare inside me, and if despite the pill we make another baby, I’m okay with it. I love our babies.
I love him.
That feeling, so simple and so deep, overwhelms me as he reaches for me again. He leans over to kiss me, and I grip his face, his sharp jaw in my hands, and pour everything I feel into that kiss until we’re both panting.
“Holy shit, girl.” He reaches up to stroke my face, his dark eyes soft. “Stop distracting me. I’m on a mission here.”
“You don’t need—”
He buries his face between my legs, and my mind goes blank as he licks at me and sucks on my clit. I fall back on the bed, spreading my legs wider, forgetting my fears as he works me expertly with his tongue and lips and… fingers? Yes. His fingers sink into me, stroking, pumping in and out, sending bolts of heat into my core. He moans against the most sensitive parts of me and I cry out, burying my fingers in his soft hair, pushing him lower.
He obliges, using his tongue together with his fingers, licking, jabbing, rubbing, until the pressure breaks and my hips lift off the bed as I come again—embarrassingly fast for the second time tonight, and I’m too far gone to care.
Wow. How did I go for months without this?
Then again, the pleasure he gives me catches me by surprise every time. The smug look he sends my way as he lifts his head is cute.
Payback time. I want to go down on him, too, use everything I’ve learned over these past two years with him to make him lose control.
If only I can move my limbs again… My body is so heavy. My legs tremble as he lowers them to the bed and sits up, his hair tousled, falling in his eyes. He shoves it back and his gaze darkens.
I know that look. The look that says he’s about to jump my bones and give it to me like he always does, like I like it—hard and fast until the bed shakes and the headboard leaves a dent in the wall.
But I’m finally moving, fighting the heaviness of my body. I sit up, too, and slide my arms around him. “Let me.”
“No, girl, I’m the one who’s gonna—”
“I also want to give you pleasure,” I inform him and push on his solid chest.
“You are. Every day.”
“Right now. Tonight. Just lie back and let me touch you.”
“But you’re the one who’s had our baby and have been taking care of her and—”
“Ty, let me.”
He shrugs, his grin flashing, and lies on his back, folding his arms under his head, making his biceps bulge. “I’m yours.”
Those quiet words bring a sting of tears to my eyes. I kneel and lean over him, not sure how we made it to this hotel room, to this year, to this moment where everything has fallen into place, where I can pleasure my boyfriend and not worry about his wellbeing, about money or Jax’s health. About the future.
The future is here, now, with him, and it looks pretty damn good.
And sexy…
Chapter Five
Tyler
She bends over me, her dark hair coming loose, tumbling around her face. She licks her lips, and I do the same, her every movement, every single fucking thing about her getting me harder.
And she’s still fully dressed, goddammit.
She reaches for the zipper of my pants, and I stop her. “Nuh-uh.”
“What?” She bites into her lower lip, and I nearly come when I imagine her mouth around my dick. Fuck, it’s been way too long.
“Wanna know what I want?”
She nods.
“To see you.” I release her small hand and fold my arm again under my head. I smirk. “Take your clothes off. Slowly.”
I know she’s nervous about that. She thinks her body has changed too much, that she doesn’t have her girlish figure anymore.
Fuck the girlish figure. She’s all woman, all lush curves and fire, and I want her like hell. Tonight is all about proving it to her.
So let her show herself to me. Let her touch me. And then I’m gonna make love to her like never before, like I’ve always wanted. Rough and hard, as she likes it, to the point of pain and then over that, into pleasure. I wanna hear her scream.
I love it when she screams as she comes, when she goes off the rails. Tonight it will happen, I fucking swear it. It’s what I’m here for, and yeah, I couldn’t help myself at first because it had been so damn long, but now…
Now I’m ready to take it slow.
I think.
Fuck, now she rocks back on her heels and gives me a sultry look from under her long lashes as she starts unbuttoning the front of her dress. Who the hell has ever heard of a dress with small buttons in the front? Sounds grandmotherly, but it’s just hot on her, molding over her rack, and as she unbuttons it, revealing her black bra, my mouth goes dry.
Yeah. We’re taking it slow, Tyler, okay? You’re not jumping on her, ripping the rest of her clothes off and sinking back into her.
Not yet.
Wait. Let her undress. Take deep breaths and count backward from one hundred
so that this diamond-hard and leaking dick doesn’t explode.
Fuck, now she’s running her hands over her tits, over the black lace covering them, and I growl in the back of my throat. My cock is trapped under her legs, so I can’t even give it a reassuring squeeze.
She grins. Little minx knows damn well what she’s doing to me.
I roll my hips up, and she gasps when my erection pushes against the lips of her pussy. “I said slowly, but I meant tonight, babe. Take that fucking bra off. I wanna see your tits.”
Her cheeks flush. This was a bad idea. I should have undressed her myself, shredded that bra and burnt the pieces.
I’ve never been very patient in sex. Never been able to hold back and not come, especially when it came to Erin. My dick fell in love with her before my heart and head did, though they caught up soon enough. But my dick… yeah, it wants her, bad. That’s why we had a kid when she was sixteen, and another in the middle of finding each other again.
I’m lucky she loves me, and wants my babies, or I’d be in deep trouble.
Well I’m in deep trouble right now, because she’s making a show of taking off her bra, and damn, why did I ask her to undress slowly? This is killing me.
“Come here,” I say, because to hell with waiting, and then I swallow hard when her tits spill free of the bra, heavy with milk, nipples big and hard, begging me to suck on them. “Oh fuck…”
I push the bra straps off her shoulders and pull her on top of me so that I can suck on her tits. She moans and tangles her fingers in my hair. Her nipples are sweet, and some milk spills in my mouth.
Jesus. I let her nipple go with a soft pop. “This is like taking milk from a baby.”
“Ty.” She laughs, then gasps when I tease her nipple with the tip of my tongue. “Baby’s got enough milk, I swear I pumped a gallon out this afternoon for her. Oh God…”
“Ride me,” I whisper against her soft breast.
“But I wanted to go down on you—”
“Later. We’ve got all night.” I wiggle enough to free my dick and tug on it. “Need you. So fucking bad.”
“Need you, too,” she breathes, shimmying on top of me, and that snaps the last of my tenuous control.
“Fuck.” I tug on her hips until she’s seated on top of my hard-on. “Hell yeah.”
She shifts, and I hiss at the contact. “Arms back behind your head,” she says, and I lift my brows at her. My kitten has claws. She rarely takes over in the bedroom, but when she does… all bets are off.
My dick jerks in my hold, excited.
Without a word, I release my hard-on and fold my arms behind my head again, let my head drop back on the bed.
Hm… The view sure is amazing from down here. My hands twitch under my head with the need to grab her, slam her down and fuck her into the mattress until the bed breaks.
Is it normal to feel this way about my soon-to-be wife and mother of my children? I don’t want her less than before. I want her more. More every day.
“Ty…” She wraps her hand around my cock, and a breath hisses out between my teeth. She bends over as she guides me inside her, and her gorgeous tits brush my chest. A shudder goes through her, and I lift my hips restlessly, fighting the urge to snap them up and drive my cock into her all the way. “Holy shit…”
She sinks slowly down on my dick, taking me in, inch by inch, and my whole body shakes as I struggle to keep still. The pressure is mounting behind my balls, the need excruciating, ratcheting higher with her every move, every tiny shift and sway on top of me.
“That’s it,” I tell her. “Fuck, that’s it, girl. Take me in. Take your pleasure. Do… Oh hell.” I’m in all the way and it feels so good I can’t fucking breathe.
And she starts moving. She braces her hands on my shoulders, her dark eyes fixed on my face, and she rolls her hips, sliding up and down my length.
“So good,” she whispers, her gaze shining, her cheeks rosy, those soft lips calling me.
I kiss her, a long, deep, lingering kiss, then lift my head just enough to nuzzle her tits. “You’re so good for me.”
“I’m yours.”
“So am I. All yours.” I groan when she starts moving faster. “Yeah, baby. Ride me hard. Harder.”
Fuck staying still. I sit up and grab her waist, lifting her and slamming her back down on my cock, the beginnings of my orgasm licking at my balls. She just feels so fucking perfect, hot and tight and slick, gorgeous as she takes me in, as she takes in the whole of me.
She lifts her hands to my face as she starts clenching around my dick. She whispers my name, kisses my mouth, shares her air with me, her moans. We’re rocking together, her nipples hard points rubbing on my chest, her sweet scent filling my senses.
“Ty!” Her cry jolts me. Her pussy tightens so hard around my dick I have no choice but to come, spilling deep inside her. Pleasure slams into me like a sledgehammer.
Oh goddamn… I clutch her as I fill her with my seed, as I feel her all around me. She shudders, clenching again and again, milking the last drops from my dick, holding me.
Owning me. She’s inside my heart, inside my head.
Not for the first time, I wish we could stay in this bed forever, leaving the world and its troubles outside. If it wasn’t for our kids and friends, I fucking swear, I might consider it.
For now, though, I’ll take what I can. I’ll take this night with her, make it good, and promise her many more like this one.
***
Much later, with the lights off and moonlight filtering through the window, I hold her to me. She’s asleep, her head pillowed on my shoulder, her soft hair cascading on my chest. Her face is peaceful, her mouth reddened from our kisses and my stubble.
She looks beautiful. The most beautiful girl on earth. She’ll always be this to me, I realize, when we’re forty, when we’re sixty, when we’re a hundred.
She’s my girl, and I’m so lucky she took me back despite my epic fuck-ups and the scars of my past.
And that makes me think of Zane. I’d managed to put that mess out of my mind until now. The mind-blowing sex helped, but now the worry is back.
I lightly stroke her hair as I turn what little I know over and over in my mind.
Night terrors. Flashbacks.
Why? Why now? I’ve known there was darkness in Zane’s past ever since I met him. Hell, after the breakdown he had when his sister passed, I talked to Ash and the other guys and someone mentioned his nightmares, but then said that after meeting Dakota, his then girlfriend and now wife, he’d found some peace.
So what changed? And why now, when we thought we’d reached the end of the winding path and set the wheels of our fate on a paved, straight road leading into the sunset?
I glance again at my girl, her soft breath warming my skin, her lush curves pressed to my sharp angles. She saved me from myself. Can’t imagine life without her. And Dakota saved Zane.
Only he’s backsliding and nobody seems to know why, not even her.
A shiver wracks me. Just nightmares. Probably nothing. Maybe he’s sick. Overworked. Maybe it’s normal to backslide a little.
It scares me to death. Because if he can fall back into darkness, then what’s keeping me from doing the same?
I thought all our troubles were over, dammit. That we were done with pain and fear. We need to lay this to rest.
And we will, you can damn well count on it.
Chapter Six
Erin
Tyler comes to sit beside me. He leans over the crib, his expression softening as he picks up our daughter and cradles her in his arms. He’s wearing a short-sleeved T-shirt, and the sight of his strong arms around our baby is both sexy and moving.
“The guys and I talked on the phone,” he says, jaw clenching, and my backs stiffens with tension. The worry lines around his mouth can’t be good.
No need to ask if it was about Zane. “Did you find out anything? How is he?”
“We’re gonna head over to his place tonight,
see if we can convince him to talk to us. Would you…?” He swallows hard, and I tense more.
Tyler, nervous?
“Would I what? Talk to Zane?” I mean, he’s one of my dearest, best friends. Of course I want to talk to him, find out what is hurting him.
“No. You should talk to Dakota.” He nods, as if to himself, and rocks Isa who’s trying to suck on his mantitty and is making frustrated sounds. “Find out as much as you can. You girls talk to each other, right?”
“More than you, pigheaded men? Sure.” I reach for the baby, and he passes her to me, his eyes dipping to my chest, dilating when I lift my blouse and take out a boob to feed our daughter. “So I’m insurance?”
“Sort of.” He’s still staring at my exposed boob. “In case he refuses to spill. I mean, talk.” His lashes lower. “God, you’re sexy…”
“Yeah, right.” Heat spreads on my cheeks.
“So damn sexy,” he says and leans in for a quick kiss. “I’ll show you again how much, later. I’ll get Jax ready. The guys are heading there now.” His brow creases.
“Do you…?” I swallow, fear turning my mouth dry. “Do you think there’s something seriously wrong? More than stress and exhaustion?”
“I wish I knew.” He shakes his head. “We’ll get to the bottom of this.. Don’t worry.”
So much easier said than done.
Maybe it’s not as bad as I fear, I tell myself. Maybe he’s just going through a rough patch, and with a little help from his friends he’ll be back on his feet in no time.
One can only hope.
***
We knock on the door and Dakota opens, looking harried and exhausted, the baby wailing in her arms. It makes me feel really bad for visiting so late in the evening, but at least Audrey called first, so we’re not barging in unannounced.
“Hey, guys.” Dakota gives us a faint smile and lifts the baby upright to pat his tiny back. “Just finished feeding Lee. Come on in.”
Her eyes are ringed with dark circles, and she’s dressed in gray sweats. Her normally wild hair that’s streaked with colors is a tangled mess.
I force my gaze away from her, knowing she’s going through a tough time, and focus instead on her newborn son.
