Bare (Diamondback MC 3)

“Move your hand, Sadie. I’m about to make the both of us come.” She no sooner does that than she’s loosening her hold around my hips and slamming down on my cock.

“Fuck,” she hisses.

“Woman, I don’t want you to be in pain. You’re a damn handful.” My hands hold her ass, squeezing her cheeks as I slowly move in and out of her, feeling every single thing down to my balls.

“Well, quit holding back. I’m not made of glass, Bentley.” She bites her lower lip, eyes drifting close.

“Know that, Sadie. Also know those pretty green eyes of yours need to be on mine if you want what you’re asking for.” Her eyes snap to attention. I piston in and out of her tightness. Swear to God, every time she drops her hips, I feel like I’m hitting her cervix.

“More,” Sadie begs.

“I give you much more, you won’t be walking tomorrow, sugar.” That doesn’t stop me from complying. My head dips, taking a nipple into my mouth, sucking on the tip, getting it nice and tight before biting down on the bud.

“Bentley!” She screams my name out loud as she ripples along my length, coming so hard that her eyes close. Mine watch every movement, not stopping until she’s done clenching me for dear life, and the way she’s digging her nails into my shoulders, I’m sure blood is being shed. That doesn’t stop me, not until her eyes open back up, a soft sigh leaves her lips, pushing me over the edge. My balls seizing so tightly as I fuck my cum into her bare pussy, not givin’ a single fuck what’s going on around us. As long as Sadie, Henley, and the club are in my life, nothing else matters.

Eight

Sadie

“Ru-ru, Momma?” I heard Henley moving around in her crib through the baby monitor early this morning, and when I say early, I mean five o’clock in the morning. The sun hasn’t even risen yet, and my girl was up and ready to play.

“He’s sleeping. You want to sit in your highchair while I make pancakes?” Henley’s two, and she could do with a booster seat or even attempt to sit at the kitchen table, but she’s messy, and it’s much easier to contain her mess while she’s strapped in.

“Peassse.” I get her situated in her highchair before I head to the pantry, knowing we packed all the food from my house, including everything to make my famous homemade pancakes. Well, they’re famous to Henley and me.

“You want to help make your batch?” Henley claps her hands, giggling with excitement.

“I still don’t know how you could love blueberries as much as you do, but I’m thankful nonetheless.” I go about getting everything out, making Henley’s batter, mixing hers a little bit, then placing the suction cup bowl on her tray in front of her along with her blueberries.

I get the griddle out and set up, then the eggs. My girl is huge on breakfast, and while it’s not my favorite, I do try to make her what she loves most mornings.

“You having fun?” I’m getting things ready, multitasking as best as I can without a lick of caffeine. This is a sure-fire way to make sure Henley doesn’t wake Ruger up earlier than necessary. I don’t think he’ll be waking up anytime soon, not with how I woke him up a few hours after our shower together, riding him much like he told me I would. By the time I went to the bathroom and came back to bed, he had just enough energy to gather me in his arms and was out like a light. God, giving him those words, it was like a weight was lifted off my shoulders, heart, and soul.

“All done.” Her cute little voice makes me melt. She has her hands up, shrugging her shoulders.

“Perfect timing. You want your eggs while I make your pancakes?” Henley’s nod of approval has me plating them, blowing them to cool them off faster.

“One more minute, then they’ll be ready. I’ll start yours, Momma’s, and Ru-ru’s pancakes, okay?”

“O-tay, Ru-ru?” she asks about the man who owns our hearts.

“He’s sleeping. You know, something you didn’t do this morning. Are you teething, baby girl, hmm? Or were you ready for breakfast?” I’m teasing her. She gives me a gummy smile with only a few teeth on her top and bottom.

“Ru-ru.” I guess she’s telling me she woke up for Ruger, not that I blame her.

“Your eggs are ready, Henley. Maybe after we eat, he’ll be up with the chickens, much like you are, goofy girl.” I bend down to blow a raspberry on her cheek. She giggles loudly without a care in the world.

“What’s this I hear so early in the morning?” I straighten back up, my eyes moving towards Ruger. He’s in a pair of jeans, button undone, and shirtless, his tattoos on display, a glint in his eye.