When we’re together I feel whole in a way I’ve never felt before. I don’t care what anyone else thinks. All that matters is the way we feel about each other. He pulls up to the apartment and shuts off his bike. He gets off first and holds a hand out for me. I accept his help and he removes my helmet. As we walk up the stairs, I know tonight is the night. I’m going to be with his man. I want to give that part of me to him.
I give the door key to Vegas and he unlocks it and enters first. I know he’s looking for Matt but surely he isn’t stupid enough to return. The apartment is empty, and I lock the door behind us. “If you want to make yourself comfortable, I’ll be just a minute. Cam is staying the night at Sawyer’s, so we’ll have the place to ourselves.”
“Sounds good.” He removes his cut, laying the worn leather over the back of the couch and settling down in the cushions. I hand him the remote and go down the hall before I lose my nerve.
Grabbing what I need from my bag, I dart into the bathroom. Stripping down to my undies, I check my appearance out in the mirror. In a simple matching black lace bra and panty set, I think Vegas will be happy with my presentation. I put my dirty clothes in the hamper and take down my braid. Giving my hair a fluff before slipping my black silk thigh length robe on. I don’t feel the need to make a huge production out of this like with Matt. Vegas, and I don’t need candles and romantic music to set the mood. All we need is each other.
After a quick brush of my teeth to freshen my breath, I’m all set. Turning off the light, I make my way back to the living room. Vegas is snug on the couch, with an arm draped over the back, watching some poker tournament. The moment he sees me, his brows arch and he lets out a long whistle. “Get over here,” he growls.
I stay where I am, taking him in, wanting this more than he knows.
Licking his lips, he asks, “You gonna make me beg?”
Wordlessly, I go to him, dropping myself down to straddle him. His arms go around me, and I hook my arms around his neck, our mouths coming together in a fiery passion. My hips roll at their own accord, my pussy grinding against the bulge in his jeans.
“Fuck, you’re damn sexy.” Moving his lips to my neck, I feel like he is touching me everywhere at once. Vegas shoves the robe from my shoulders, yanking the sleeves down my arms. “Let me see you, baby.”
I shrug the robe the rest of the way off. His eyes widen with raw hunger.
“Damn, I’m a lucky man. You’re all mine, Tina. You give yourself to me, and I promise you that I’ll treat you right. You’ll always know that I’m your man.”
“You wanna be my man?”
“How many ways I gotta say it. Let me prove it.” Keeping a good hold on me, he pushes up off the couch, and carries me down hall to Camreigh’s bed. I doubt she’d mind. It’s not like she sleeps in it anymore. I look for her to move in with Sawyer any day now. Vegas lays me on the bed and drops to his knees. Grabbing my ankles, he pulls me to the edge of the mattress so that my ass is almost hanging over it. Spreading my legs, he settles between them. Warmth pools in my lower belly and my body hums in anticipation.
Vegas stares at me with so much passion in his eyes, and I know I want nothing more than him to prove his feelings to me. Slow and smooth in his movements, he kisses the tops of my thighs and up to my belly before dipping his head lower again. Running a finger over the slick crotch of my panties he moves in, inhaling my scent. The act is primal and erotic.
“Fuckin’ perfect.” He slides a finger inside me, moving it back and forth through my heat. “Think it’s time to take these off.” He jerks my panties down my legs, and I let him. I should feel self-conscious being so exposed to him, but I only feel wanted. My inexperience doesn’t bother Vegas in the least. The fact seems to turn him on that he’s the first and only man to touch and taste me there. Hooking my legs over his shoulders, he cups my ass, holding my lower half up to his awaiting mouth.
Closing his mouth over my clit he takes me by surprise, and I let out a nervous squeal. My sudden outburst doesn’t deter him. It only seems to drive him finger fuck me faster. My thighs begin to quake, and I struggle to pull away, but Vegas holds me in place continuing to drive me wild with his lavish attention to my pussy. I whimper when he removes his finger but am soon rewarded when his tongue serves as replacement. Vegas French kisses my pussy. My fingers move to his hair, tugging him closer. I arch my hips wanting to feel him deeper. Wanting him inside me.
“I want you,” I purr.
Vegas grins up at me lazily. He wipes his mouth against my inner thigh and snakes up my body, covering me with his own as he lays over me supported by his forearms. His mouth comes down on mine, and I’ve never felt more special. I taste my essence on his lips.
“Take these off.” I reach between us knowing that it’s tonight or never. I’m more than ready to lose my virginity to this man. I can’t believe I wasted so much time on Matt.
Vegas shimmies out of his jeans and pulls his t-shirt over his head. His muscled body presses down on mine. I can feel the heat and firmness of his erection kissing my pussy lips. Excitement filters through me. “Are you on the pill?”
“No, are you?” The second the words come out I laugh.
“Don’t think it works like that.” He chuckles.
“Do you have a condom?”
“Do you want me to use one?”
My throat goes dry. “I mean we should, right?”
“Yeah, Sweet Ass.” He rolls off me and grabs a condom from his wallet. I watch fascinated as he rolls it over his thick and long manhood. He settles back over me, and I spread my legs ready for the intrusion. “If it hurts, tell me. I’ll go slow.”
I nod, biting my lip, eager to feel him.
Chapter 14
—Vegas
Tina’s legs wrap around my waist, and I guide the head of my cock onto her tight hole. Fuck she’s tight. I pull back enough to get a good look at our bodies joined together. Her pussy lips are stretched around me, hugging me so damn tight, the sight is nearly enough to get me off. Pushing deeper in, I wish I was feeling her skin to skin, but I’m a patient man and in time we’ll get there.
When she told me that fucker demanded a baby of her, I wanted to go all caveman and pound on my chest while telling her that no man will ever put a baby in her but me. I held back. Didn’t want to scare her away by coming on so damn strong so fast, but I can’t help how I feel. I know what I want and that’s Tina as my old lady.
I gaze into her eyes hoping she knows that I cherish this gift of her body and her trust. I draw out and push back in, her body readily accepting me she’s so fucking wet for me. Her tightness squeezes around me, and I have to pause for a minute to keep from nutting like a damn schoolboy. She feels that damn good. That fucking perfect. She smiles lazily at me, and I keep going, increasing the pace and intensity of my thrusts. Her nails scratch down my back as I pump into her.
Tina arches her hips, meeting my every thrust, living my cock. Loving the way I’m fucking her. Sweat beads across my forehead. Fuck it’s hot in here but she’s hotter. I bring my mouth down on hers—claiming her lips, claiming her body. My girl comes alive beneath me. Her fingers trail my arms and the ridges of my chest. She looks up at me with so many emotions swirling in her hazel eyes. None of them may not be love yet but we’ll get there, I have no doubt about that.
The room grows hotter and she unravels beneath me. Her pussy clenches around me and a tremble moves through her body. I roll my girl to her stomach and guide Tina, instructing her on how to bow her head and pop her ass in the air so I can take what’s mine from behind. A scene I’ve imagined a thousand times since I first saw her plays out before me. I grip that sweet ass I’ve been dreaming about, sliding between the thick globes, hammering into her sweet heat. I lean forward and kiss her spine. My balls tighten, and I can’t hold it in any longer. I spank her ass and let go. My orgasm quakes through my veins, and right when I’m fucking cumming all in her the condom breaks.
“Fuck,” I his
s, pulling out. My cum is leaking out of her, and I love the sight so much I take my fingers and push it back inside her and smear it over her asshole, marking where I plan to claim her next. I’m going to claim every hole—her mouth and ass are next. Tina pushes back, and I tease at her ass. She’s so damn responsive and perfect for me. I toss the condom to the floor; it’s not doing us any good. I roll her over and slam back inside her needing her again. Her perfect pussy accepts me greedily, squeezing me tight.
It isn’t long before she’s getting off again. “Damn, baby, you’re burning up,” I tell her noticing the sweat dripping down her chest, but fuck it is hot in here. I pull back and sniff the air. “Do you smell smoke?”
Her eyes widen and she gives the air a sniff too. “I think…I think the building is on fire.” I see the panic registering on her face. Disappointing my dick, I pull out and jerk my jeans back up my legs. “Put something on,” I tell her, trying not to panic. The smell of smoke grows stronger as I get to the small hallway of the apartment. The air is thick with smoke, but I don’t see any fire yet. Tina comes up behind me.
“What’s happening?”
“Fuck if I know but we need to get outside. It’s not good to be inhaling all this smoke.” I grab my cut off the back of the couch and lead Tina down the stairs and that’s when I see it. The bakery below the apartment is on fire. It could be a coincidence, but my gut tells me her little weasel of an ex is behind this. I pull out my cellphone and dial emergency services. What I really want to do is go find that bastard and put a boot in his ass, but Char and Cooter invested their whole lives in this business.
I have Tina move her car away from the building, and I move my motorcycle and call Saw so he can tell Camreigh. Flames shoot out the windows of the bakery and lick up the sides of the building. We were lucky to get out when we did. By the time the local volunteer fire department arrives on the scene it’s too late to save it. I doubt anything will be salvageable as the blaze engulfs the building next door.
Char and Cooter arrive minutes after the fire department. Char bursts into tears burying her head in Cooter’s chest unable to watch her livelihood go up in flames. Sawyer shows up next along with other members of the club. Everyone wanting to help but finding there isn’t much to be done but let the firefighters do their job to work on extinguishing the flames.
“What the fuck happened?” Saw questions me.
“Not sure. We were in bed and started smelling smoke.” Out of respect for my woman I leave out the fact that I was balls deep inside her and plan on being back there as soon as possible. I hug Tina tighter into my side and press a kiss to her temple.
“Guess this means Camreigh has no choice but to move in with me now.” He tries not to smile at the fact at the expense of Char losing her business.
“Guess I had better be on the hunt for a new place,” Tina mumbles.
“You already have a place with me. You can stay with me and Gramps.”
“Vegas,” she says softly.
“Don’t argue, woman. You’re there most of the time anyway. Only difference will be that when I get home you won’t be rushing off.” I grin.
“You’re crazy, you know that?”
“Crazy about you. Romeo was right, you know?”
“About what?”
“Your pussy has wrecked my damn pecker.” I chuckle, and she smacks me as Saw roars with laughter.
Our laughter is short lived though, when we hear them radioing for the coroner. They found a body inside the bakery. I think Tina and I both know it will belong to Matt. I hated the fucker but I’m not sure he deserved to die.
Tina sheds a single tear, and I don’t begrudge her that. I know she’s mine and that she’s hurting for the man she thought she loved and knew.
“Let’s go home, Sweet Ass.”
Chapter 15
—Tina
“You know that’s not where that goes,” Gramps grumbles, banging his cane on the porch.
“I know but your table and chair looks nicer here, and it makes it easier for people to get in and out your front door,” I argue.
“Don’t know how you put up with her,” he mutters to Vegas.
My man smiles at me. “We both know I’m a lucky man, Gramps. Be nice.”
The gravel crunches, and I turn seeing a police cruiser park behind my car. It’s been over a month since the fire. I suspect that the detective is here to tell me that they’ve identified the body. I already know it was Matt. He set that fire. We’ve not seen nor heard from him since and his car was found abandoned about a block away from the bakery the next day.
The older man exits the car.
“What’d you do?” Gramps looks to Vegas.
“Nothing. Calm down. It’s about the fire.”
“Hmmph. Move my table and chair back,” he gruffs and goes to the front door. “Can’t stand the damn nosy ass police sniffing around.”
I giggle at him. He’s such a character.
“All right,” Vegas tells him.
I cut my gaze to him after Gramps gets in the house out of hearing. I knock my hip on that chair every single time I come in and out of the house. Vegas winks at me and starts moving the chair but to the opposite side.
The detective makes it to the steps. “Morning folks.”
“Detective,” I greet, and Vegas gives him a nod.
“Guess you know why I’m here. I wanted to let you know that the cause of the fire was arson and we have positively identified the perpetrator as Matt Bowling. We believe that when he was splashing the accelerant in the kitchen area, he managed to either step in it or douse himself with it and when he lit the match well you can work out the rest. You folks were lucky the bakery didn’t use gas, or he would’ve blown the building up. The investigation is closed. There’s just one thing. We found pictures of Mr. Bowling in female clothing and a wig. It appears he was impersonating you. Were you missing personal belongings?”
“Nothing important.” I give him a faint smile. Matt was dressing up like me? I don’t even know what to say to that.
“Thank you, sir,” Vegas dismisses him.
“Enjoy your day.” He turns to go back to his car.
I sink to the top step of the porch.
“You okay, Sweet Ass?”
My stomach churns. Bile rises in my throat. “I knew what the detective was going to say, I just can’t wrap my head around the fact that Matt could hate me so much. We were friends at least.” I shake my head. I think it’s finally hitting me. The reality of the situation and grief. Vegas sits behind me, his legs falling to either side of me. I sag back to chest and his arms close around me. His lips moving to my temple as he combs my hair back.
“It’s okay to be sad that he died and to feel confused about that, baby. You cared about him. There’s no shame in that.”
“I just wish he’d told me. I wouldn’t have judged him for being who he was.”
“I didn’t know him, but I think maybe he couldn’t accept who he was, and it was easier for him to lash out you than to accept his own truth. Who knows why people do the things they do?”
“Thank you.”
“For what?” He gazes down at me as I look upward at him.
“For being you. For not letting me push you away these past few weeks when I’ve been sorting through my feelings.”
“Told you, Sweet Ass. You’re mine. I’m your man and that includes being your rock or spanking your ass if you need it.” He grins and brings those lips I love to kiss down to mine. “Come on, I’m starving.” He taps my thigh.
“I don’t know if I can eat right now.” I stand and turn to face him as he gets up.
“Who said anything about food.” He reaches around cupping my ass possessively. I smile but it isn’t a full smile. “Let’s go turn that frown upside down.”
I don’t fight him.
I can’t resist him.
I haven’t been able to since we met.
I follow him inside, and I see Gramps nodd
ing off in his recliner for his midday nap. Vegas kisses me, and I moan into his mouth getting lost in him.
“Hope you two plan on giving me a grandkid before I croak,” the old man says. “Gonna have to do more than kiss her though, son.”
My mouth drops and Vegas shakes his head. “Go to sleep, you old coot.”
We go down the hall to our bedroom, and now I can’t stop grinning. Vegas sheds his shirt and jeans to the floor. I stare at my tattooed man and think a baby of our own might not be so bad. It’d be cool to have my kid grow up close in age with my bestie’s baby like Cam and I did.
“Why are you smiling like that?”
“I was thinking…the old man is right.”
“About what?” The mattress dips with his weight as he crawls toward me in the center.
I lift my shirt over my head. “You’re going to have to do more than kiss me.”
“Are you saying what I think you’re saying?” I bite my lip and give him a nod. “Then we better get busy practicing,” he growls and palms my breast, his mouth closing in on mine.
Epilogue
—Vegas
“Is it time?” Gramps questions.
“Yeah. Follow me.” I lead him down the hall. He insisted on being here for the birth of mine and Tina’s baby even though she was in labor for ten hours. One of the nurses offered him a bed to rest but he refused and said they might not let him leave.
Tina is resting but doing great. Camreigh is coming by later with my mother-in-law to visit. I’m sure some of the other old ladies of the club will be around once I call them with our news. I wanted Gramps to be the first to meet our little girl. He’s been counting down the days and taking his health more serious than ever before ever since we told him we were expecting. The idea of this baby has given the hateful bastard new life.
I get him settled in the glider next to the window. He holds his hands out for me to sanitize and puts on a mask just to be safe. Willow is about two weeks early but healthy. I grab my fussing daughter from the cart thing they wheeled her in here on. I don’t know what the heck the term for it is.
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