“Bennet,” Shila moans as I slam her down, not getting enough traction for what we both want and need. I flip her so she’s on her back. One shapely leg of hers is on my shoulder, opening her up and allowing me to slide deeper.
“Watch us, butterfly. Look at your cunt takin’ my cock.” Her eyes move to where my dick is tunneling in and out of her tight, wet heat.
“God, that’s so hot.” I feel the convulsing of her pussy, telling me she’s about to come for a third time today. And if that doesn’t make me feel like the biggest badass of them all, knowing it’s me and only me who has done this for her and will for all of fucking eternity.
“Yeah, you gonna come for me, Shila. You keep doin’ that, I’m gonna be comin’ right along with you,” I grunt out between each thrust of my hips.
“Bennett!” she starts to scream out my name. I slam my lips to hers, swallowing it, and allowing my body to take over, fucking her through her orgasm until mine hits. Even then, I still keep moving until every drop of energy is depleted from our bodies.
“Butterfly.” Her lips leave mine, pressing a kiss to the butterfly that’s tatted on my skin, wanting to keep her with me wherever I went.
“Yeah,” she replies, but no other words need to be said. It’s just the two of us for the next two days, and I plan on it being consumed with nothing but Shila.
16
SHILA
“This is supposed to be a vacation, you know. Sleeping in being the operative words, which, after last night, I’m not sure how you’re up at this Godawful hour.” Waking up in an empty bed really sucks, especially when just yesterday morning, it was with Bennett’s body wrapped around mine. It doesn’t matter if we’re eating, talking, or just sitting around. There’s some part of Bennett’s body touching mine. Not that I minded one bit. It was sweet and also showed me he was still as shaken up as I am, with the perception that anything could happen, and we’d be taken away from one another.
“I can’t help it if you need more sleep than me, butterfly.” He motions for me to come closer. I’m wearing one of his shirts with nothing else on underneath. Yesterday, the second I got dressed, Bennett was tearing it off, so I didn’t think it’d be worth my while today.
“Yeah, yeah, someone wore me out.” Not that I’m complaining, because believe me, I’m not, and clearly, we’re making up for lost time.
“I’ll be doing it again tonight, too. You better rest up.” Bennett takes a drag of his cigarette. Most women would find it unattractive. It’s not to me, it’s sexy. Add in the way he has a cup of coffee on the table along with his phone, is wearing a pair of worn in jeans with the button undone, sans shirts, Bennett is the full package. And he’s all mine.
“Who knows, maybe tonight I’ll be the one to wear you out,” I tease him. Bennett’s hands reach out, sliding beneath the hem of my shirt, to my hips, giving me barely enough time to set my coffee down before he pulls me to straddle his lap.
“I’d like to see you try.” Bennett’s lips tease mine, his hands squeezing the globes of my ass. I’m ready to slide his zipper down and have my way with him. In fact, I start to do just that when the ringing of his cell phone interrupts our kiss.
“I guess you’re saved by the phone, this time. I’ll go scrounge up some breakfast while you take your call. I love you, Bennett.” I kiss his lips one last time before standing up.
“Love you. This won’t take long, butterfly.” I see the desire written in his eyes, and I know what we’ll be up to within the next hour.
“No rush.” I grab my cup of coffee. Having Jolie on my side let me know there are certain things to take in when it comes to having a motorcycle man in your life—interrupted phone calls, middle-of-the-night runs, and sometimes not hearing from him a few days at a time are the norm. That doesn’t mean we have to like it, it just comes with the territory, and we women can piss and moan when our men are gone but also get shit taken care of. Those words came from Raven, the Vice President’s old lady Jolie handed down to me. I imagine there will be some tough times ahead, but I know without a doubt I’d rather have hard times with Bennett than no time at all.
17
SHADOW
Leaving the cabin sucked. The pout Shila gave me when I told her it was time to load up was cute as hell. It also put plans in motion as to what I’m talking to Rage about today. I already gave Shovel a heads-up, but now that we’re branching out in a Louisiana chapter, it’s all making sense.