Fallen Lords MC: Books 7-9

by Winter Travers

  Her velvety soft arms.

  Her lush, round ass.

  Her sweet pussy.

  It was all mine, and I needed to touch it now.

  She spread her legs, and my hand covered her mound. “Who does this belong to?” I growled in her ear.

  “You,” she gasped. “Everything belongs to you.”

  My finger swept over her clit, and her body trembled beneath me.

  Her hand snaked between us, and her fingers wrapped around my cock. “Who does this belong to?” she mimicked.

  I grunted low and thrust my dick in her hand. “It’s yours, baby. You’re the only one.”

  “Excellent answer,” she purred. She guided my cock to the entrance of her pussy and teased her clit with the tip. “You think it’s as good as we remember?” she whispered.

  “It’s even better.” I broke free of her hand and thrust into her.

  She gasped loudly, and her head snapped back.

  Cora’s pussy was tight and wet. Just like every time I took her body. She was always ready for me, and it awoke a primal need deep inside of me. I had never wanted anyone as much as I wanted Cora.

  Cora was it.

  Cora was everything.

  Her body wrapped around me, and she called out my name. I buried my face in her neck and pressed a kiss to her soft skin. “Feel it, baby,” I whispered. “Feel me inside of you.”

  Her grunts and moans of pleasure surrounded me. “Yea, please. Faster,” she pleaded.

  I hooked my hands at the back of her thighs and tipped her pussy up. I drove deeper, and her moans bounced off the walls. If anyone in the house had any question about whether or not Cora and I were together, after tonight, they would know without a doubt that she was mine.

  Her nails scratched down my back, and she clamped down on her bottom lip.

  Her pussy squeezed my dick tight, and I knew she was close to coming.

  “Tell me who you belong to,” I grunted. “Fucking tell me.”

  “Brinks,” she shouted. “Brinks!”

  My dick pounded into her. Her release built.

  “I’m gonna come. I’m gonna come,” she chanted. Her eyes slammed shut, and her back arched.

  I pressed a finger to her clit, and her body exploded around me. Her pussy clamped down on my dick and milked it. Her orgasm rolled through her, and as she slowly came down, my dick exploded. I filled her with my cum and loudly groaned her name. She went limp beneath me, and I lowered her legs to the bed. She panted heavily and kept her arms wrapped around me.

  “Oh, my God,” she gasped. “That was insane.”

  It was. It had never been like that with Cora before.

  I lazily pressed a kiss on her chest then laid my head over her heart. “I thought I wouldn’t have this. I worried I would never see you again.” I sounded like one of those pussy-whipped assholes from the club, but dammit if that wasn’t what I was feeling.

  “I knew you would save me,” she whispered. “I knew you wouldn’t forget about me.”

  I tipped my head back. Her eyes connected with mine, and she smiled softly.

  “You’re mighty hard to forget about, baby.” There wasn’t a second that passed that I didn’t think about Cora.

  “I kept dreaming about you.” Her voice was low, and the last word trembled. “Those dreams are what got me through. Remembering your touch. Knowing you were doing everything you could to find me.”

  “How the hell did I get so lucky to get you?” I asked.

  “As crazy as it sounds, I think we have my dumbass brother to thank for that. He was the one who asked Nickel to bring me back to the clubhouse two years ago.”

  “Best fucking thing to ever happen to me.”

  She laughed and shook her head. “You hated the fact you had to watch over me when all the shit was going on with the club.”

  I shrugged and traced small circles around her nipple. “At first, I hated it, but then things changed.”

  “You mean we ended up in bed one night and then we just kept doing it?”

  I shrugged. “That could be it.”

  She put her hand on my shoulder and then rolled us over. She straddled my hips and sat back on my thighs. “Seducing you after having too many drinks at a Girl Gang meeting was the best thing to ever happen to me.”

  “Damn,” I laughed. “That was a long time ago.”

  She shook her head and planted her hands on my chest. “It was seven months ago, Brinks. You’re acting like it was forever ago.”

  I reached up and brushed her hair from her face. “It feels like I’ve had you forever.”

  “Seven months, handsome. Only seven months.”

  “That’s good enough time, right?”

  She cocked her head to side. “I think you lost me.”

  I leaned over the side of the bed and grabbed my pants off the floor. I reached into my pocket and grabbed the small Ziplock bag.

  “You getting your inhaler or something?” Cora laughed.

  I rolled my eyes and moved back to the center of the bed. “Not exactly.”

  Cora might be the one who need an inhaler. I held up the baggie between us and waited.

  She leaned toward it and squinted. “Why do you have a ring?”

  “It’s not mine.”

  She sat back. “One of the guys asked you to hold onto it for them?”

  I shook my head. “No.”

  “Then why the hell do you have a ring, Brinks?” she spat.

  I jackknifed up and wrapped my arms around her waist. “I need to give it to someone.”

  “You’re so confusing,” she muttered. “I just asked if it was for one of the guys.”

  “And I told you it wasn’t.”

  She sighed and folded her arms over her chest. “I’m not playing this weird guessing game with you. Tell me who it’s for or put it away.”

  So much sass.

  And absolutely clueless.

  I pulled the ring out of the baggie and held it up in front of her face. “What do you think?”

  “I think whoever you are holding that for has great taste in rings.” She brushed her finger over the large princess cut diamond. “It’s for Alice, isn’t it?”

  I shook my head and grabbed her left hand. I slid the ring on, and we both looked at it.

  “Wren? I bet it’s for Wren. Maniac seems to be ready to get hitched.” She marveled at the way the ring gleamed and shined in the light. “Putting this on me for five minutes is a major tease,” she complained.

  “Cora.”

  She looked up at me. “What?”

  “The ring is for you.”

  Her eyes snapped back down to her hand. “Shut. Up.”

  “I’m not shutting up, babe.”

  “Brinks,” she whispered. “What are you doing?”

  “Asking you to marry me.”

  “You can’t.” Her voice was soft, and she clenched her right hand to her chest. “You can’t do this right now.”

  Cora would think she could tell me I couldn’t ask her to marry me. “I’m doing it, babe. I’ve been wanting to do it.”

  She pulled the ring off her finger but then put it right back on. “You can’t ask me to marry you because I was kidnapped. You’re just afraid to lose me, Brinks. I think the odds of me being kidnapped again are pretty freaking low unless I stand on the highway with a sign asking to be kidnapped.”

  “I’m not asking you to marry me because you were kidnapped.”

  She rolled her eyes and folded her arms over her chest. The ring was still on her finger, and I watched her thumb reach under her two fingers and glide over the band. If she really didn’t want to marry me, she would have tossed the ring back in my face. It was still on her finger and she was caressing it. “You have PTSD, Brinks.”

  That was something I didn’t think she would have said. “Uh, come again?”

  “You’re traumatized by me being kidnapped, and you’re doing everything you can to make sure it doesn’t happen again.”r />
  “So, married women don’t get kidnapped?” I laughed. If only that were the damn truth.

  “Brinks,” she growled. “You know exactly what I mean.”

  I shook my head. “Nope. I don’t know what the hell you are getting at.”

  “You can’t ask me to marry you. That’s the bottom line.”

  “Well, I haven’t asked you yet.”

  She held up her hand with the ring on it. “Uh, yeah, I’m pretty sure you did.”

  “No,” I drawled. “You have a wedding ring on your hand, but I haven’t asked you. You freaked out before I asked you.”

  She pursed her lips and squinted. “Well, I guess that’s right. But still, you can’t ask me to marry you.”

  I held out my hand. “Give me back the ring, Cora.”

  She held her hand out and looked at the ring. “Just give me five more minutes with it.”

  I shook my head. “Nope. Hand it over, babe.”

  “You’re such a tease, Brinks. How could you do this?” She wiggled her finger back and forth. The light caught the large diamond, and she sighed. “You did such a good job.”

  I grabbed her hand and pulled the ring off her finger. “You’re crazy.”

  She pouted but didn’t protest me taking off the ring. The ring which fit her finger perfectly.

  “I don’t want to marry you because you were kidnapped. I don’t want to marry you because it’ll magically keep you from being kidnapped.”

  “But that’s what it looks like, Brinks. I’ve only been back for a few hours.” She laid her hand on my chest. “Wait a few months, and then, you’ll remember all of the annoying things I do that drive you crazy. You’re going to regret asking me to marry you right now.”

  “Only you would tell me I can’t marry you because you’re annoying.”

  She held up two fingers. “I’m annoying and a bitch. Two things that are easily forgotten when you think I could be dead right now. You need to sink back into those two facts and then you’ll realize you don’t want to marry me.”

  I grabbed her hand. “You’re a bitch, babe, but you’re not annoying.”

  “And,” she continued. “I don’t come from very good blood. I mean, I am related to Jenkins.” She poked a finger into her chest. “My name is Cora Jenkins.”

  “Not for long, if you marry me. You’ll be Cora Long.”

  She blinked twice. Then once more. “Your last name is Long?”

  I nodded. “Yeah.”

  “Robert Long.”

  “You get a pass on calling me Robert seeing as we’re both naked and I’m asking you to marry me.” I squeezed her hand. “Don’t do it again or you’re going to have to pay for it.”

  “Don’t ask me to marry you again, or you’re going to pay for it,” she countered.

  I wrapped my arms around her, pulled her on top of me, and then rolled us over until I was on top of her.

  “Where’s the ring?” she gasped.

  She didn’t want to marry me, but she was mighty interested in the ring. I held up my hand with the ring on my pinkie. “If you would wear it, you wouldn’t have to worry about me losing it.”

  She shook her head.

  I gathered both of her wrists in one hand and held them over her head. “I don’t know why I thought you wouldn’t turn on your sass and make this easy for me.”

  “Because you’re asking me to marry you because you’re scared, Brinks. I totally get it.”

  She didn’t get it. She didn’t get a damn thing. “You think I bought this ring while you were gone?”

  She rolled her eyes. “Of course, you did.”

  “I didn’t.”

  “Then you had one of the guys run out and buy it once you knew I was safe.”

  “Again, no.” I shook my head. “I’ve had this ring since October.”

  “Brinks, it’s January. There is no way you’ve had that ring for three months.”

  “Yes, way.”

  Her eyes darted down to the ring and then back up to me. “Was it on sale or something? A deal you couldn’t pass up.”

  Jesus Christ. “You think I bought a wedding ring because it was on sale and I didn’t want to miss out on the deal?”

  She shrugged. “Have you seen my stash of Bath and Body Works? I mean, one woman does not need that many candles and lotions.”

  I saw the only way I was going to get through to her was if she listened, and I was the only one doing the talking. “I’m gonna talk, and you’re going to just listen, okay?”

  “When do I get to talk?”

  “When I’m done talking.”

  “How will I know when you’re done?”

  Fucking hell. “I will tell you when I’m done, Cora.”

  She nodded. “Good. Because I’m sure I’ll have a lot to say.”

  I expected her to have only one word to say, but knowing Cora, she was going to have more.

  I pulled the ring off my pinkie and held it up between us. “I bought this ring back in October. I didn’t know you were going to be kidnapped. I didn’t know that for two weeks, I wouldn’t know if you were dead or alive. The only thing I knew was I loved you, and I didn’t want to spend the rest of my life with anyone but you.”

  “Brinks.”

  I pointed my finger at her. “I’m still talking.”

  She rolled her eyes but kept her mouth shut.

  “I was going to ask you to marry me on Christmas. Jenkins fucked that up for me seeing as I was lying unconscious in his truck Christmas morning.”

  Well, Wrecker sending me to River Valley had fucked it up in the first place, but I had still planned on being home for Christmas.

  “You had your out, then. You didn’t have to go through with it.”

  “Fucking hell, Cora.” I let go of her wrists and tossed my hands up in the air. “I didn’t want an out. I didn’t want any of the shit that happened, to happen. I wanted to ask you to marry me in front of all our friends and you to say yes. That is all I wanted, and that is still what I want. The only thing you getting kidnapped did was make me realize even more that I wanted to marry you. I don’t want to go another day without you having my ring on your finger. I’ve had three months with this ring, Cora. That’s a damn long time for me to think about you being my wife, and you wanna know what?”

  “What?” she whispered. I think she had finally had nothing to say.

  “Each day I had this ring, the more I knew I wanted you to be my wife. Each day, I thought about you marrying me. Each day, I thought about getting you pregnant and watching my baby grow inside you. Each day, I thought about living every fucking day with you by my side. Each day, I knew I wanted to marry you because living life without you just wasn’t fucking worth it anymore. Each day, I loved you more than the last.”

  A lone tear streaked down her cheek. “Brinks,” she gasped.

  “Cora. I fucking love you more than myself. When I wake up in the morning, you’re the first thing I think about and when I lay my head down on my pillow at night, you’re the last thing I think about. You’re my first and my last, Cora. Put me out of my damn misery and say you’ll marry me.” I grabbed her hand and slid the ring back on. “Marry me, Cora.”

  I held my breath and prayed to God this woman loved me as much as I loved her.

  “You’re crazy, Brinks. I don’t think you really know what you’re getting into, but since you keep insisting I marry you, you’re not going to get this ring back again.”

  “‘Til death, babe. That’s what I’m asking. I want you to be mine until we die.”

  More tears fell, and she swiped them away. “Of course, you would make me cry.” She held up her hand one more time and admired the ring. “I’m glad you said until death, Brinks, because that’s the next time you’ll be able to get this ring off my finger.”

  “So, you’re gonna marry me?”

  She nodded. “I’ll marry you, but I get to pick the date.”

  I shrugged. “As long as you don’t make me wait m
ore than a couple of months.”

  “Months,” she gasped. “Brinks, how am I supposed to plan a wedding in a couple of months.”

  It seemed easy as hell to me. All we needed were a few witnesses and a judge. Bing, bang, boom and we were married. “You got two choices, babe.” I held up one finger. “Courthouse.”

  She wrinkled her nose and shook her head. “I need more than that.”

  I held up another finger. “Clubhouse.”

  “I guess I could work with that. I’m sure I could get the Girl Gang to help.”

  I grabbed her hand with the ring on it. “Can we just backtrack for a minute and go back to where you said yes?”

  “You didn’t really give me any room to say no,” Cora grumbled. “You can’t tell me I’m your first and last. That’s some romance novel shit there.”

  “You read a lot of those?” I asked.

  She reached up, wrapped her arms around my neck, and pulled me down on top of her. “I don’t need to read them when I’m living them with you.”

  “Is that so?” I whispered against her lips. “I guess I’ll have to keep my game up.”

  “That you will, Robert Long.” A huge smile spread across her lips. She knew exactly what she had just done. She couldn’t call me Robert without paying the price for it.

  “Babe,” I growled.

  She held her hand in my face. “You signed up for this, Brinks. No going back now.”

  I pressed a kiss to the back of her hand. “I don’t want to go back. Only going forward with you.”

  “And,” she laughed. “I can’t wait to tell the girls that we have a wedding to plan when they still haven’t wrapped their heads around the fact you and I are together.”

  “Well, they better get used it.”

  Cora smiled wide and laughed. “Alice is going to glare at me so hard.”

  “As long as my wiener doesn’t come up in your meetings anymore, she can glare at you all she wants.”

  “Oh, Brinks. I don’t know if you really know what you got yourself into, but I’m not going to let you go now.”

  “It’s all the same as it was before.”

  Cora shook her head. “Nope, it’s not. You wanna know why?”

  I pressed a kiss to her lips. “Why?”

  “Because we’re not a secret anymore. We’re not sneaking into each other’s rooms and stealing kisses in the hallway.”