She cries out, shoving her ass toward me.
I gently rub her red ass to soothe the sting. It’s ripe like an apple, and I have to take a bite. I fall to my knees and bury my face in her ass, flicking her clit with my tongue. I lick around her swollen folds, teasing her without providing relief.
“Shadow. Please, baby. Please?” She’s screaming my name, grinding against my face.
It’s everything I’ve ever dreamt about—Bluebell Strong, completely undone and begging me. I nip her ass. “Who do you belong to?”
“You, Shadow. I belong to you.” She glances over her shoulder. “Please, baby, now.”
I unbuckle my belt, shove my pants down, grip my base, and drive home. She yowls and I grip her hips, showing her once more who she belongs to me. Her flesh is soft and silky against my skin, and her pussy is tight and wet. She’s my home now. After all the time caged like an animal, counting the days until freedom, I’ve been given the best gift. The one thing I wanted most, but thought I would never have. Something ancient rises inside of me. I grip her hair, pull her up, and latch onto her neck.
She cries and spasms. Her muscles lock around me as she explodes.
I follow her into oblivion. My ink is on her skin, my bracelets on her wrist, and my DNA is inside of her. I’m happy, but not satisfied yet. Me and this woman are going to go all the way. I won’t rest until I have everything. But in return, I’m willing to give the same dedication. I never knew I could love like this. It’s more than the love I have for my club…different from what I feel for Bolton, yet just as all-consuming.
Chapter Thirteen
Blink of An eye
Blue
“Are you ready?” I ask, bounding down the steps where Shadow and Bolton are waiting for me.
“I think your mama is more excited than the both of us,” Shadow says.
I gasp. My heart races. We’ve been all but married for three months and while we’ve felt like a family unit, this is the first time I’ve ever heard the M word being directed at me. I hold my breath.
Bolton grins. “Yeah, Dad, I think she is. But that’s all right.” He stands up, jogs over, and wraps his arm around my waist. “We can have fun together, even if you’re too old to enjoy the carnival anymore.”
“The hell, you jumped ship on me,” Shadow rasps.
I can’t help be laugh. This is more than I’ve ever dreamt. “I’m ready for a night of fun with my two favorite guys.”
Shadow’s lip quirks up slightly, but his eyes are beaming.
Thank you, I mouth, grateful for the gifts he’s giving me. I’ve never felt so me in all my life. He gives me the freedom and the confidence to be selfish without mentally flogging myself for it later. This is my family, and that’s okay.
Shadow nods his head in acknowledgement. “Let’s get out of here before the lines get insane.”
“Like anyone makes you wait,” Bolton scoffs.
“Hey, I do my time in lines,” Shadow counters.
“Right, Dad,” Bolton says as we head toward the door.
As I mount up behind Shadow, and Bolton climbs onto his bike, I know peace. I wrap my arms tight around Shadow’s waist, hug him tight with my thighs, and snuggle up i
nto his cut. He pulls off and the wind tugs at my hair like an annoying sibling. I throw my head back and laugh as I take in the stars dotting the sky and the scenery races by. This is what I was missing in my life before Shadow. This feeling of belonging, happiness, and contentment. No more emptiness, or martyrdom, as Ruthie called it. The thought of my smart-mouthed friend made me grin. She had something going on with Skull. I’d tried to ask her about it, but she was being tight-lipped. I hoped they would be here tonight, so I can get more information.
We pull up to the empty lot and find an impressive crowd gathered. I wrap my arm around Bolton, amazed that he’s damn close to surpassing me in height. “You’re growing too fast. In a minute, you’ll be graduating from high school and wanting your own place. What am I going to do then?” I ask.
“All those kids you work with aren’t enough?” Bolton asks.
“Not the same. They’re not my Bolty.”
“Don’t worry, Bolt, We’ll give you some siblings before too long,” Shadow says.
Shocked, I glance over at him. I wasn’t sure he even wanted more kids, and I was okay with that. Unable to hide the joy on my face, I grin like a mad woman.