Blood & Bones: Whip (Blood Fury MC 11)

He didn’t want to blow in a couple of minutes, he wanted to stay inside her. Hell, for the rest of the day, since there was no better place to be, but that would be impossible.

“Fallon,” he groaned against her throat. “Don’t wanna disappoint you.”

“You won’t. Promise,” she whispered. “I’m right there with you. Just…”

He didn’t wait for the rest, he “just…”

“Comin’,” he warned her. With a grunt he drove up harder and deeper, pulling a cry from her.

Even as he came, he could feel her orgasm exploding around him.

When they both came back to Earth, he realized it was the best goddamn quickie he ever had, and he’d had plenty.

The reason it was great wasn’t only due to the sex but because who it was with. Sometimes people simply seemed to fit. He’d seen it time and time again with his brothers who found their ol’ ladies. Whether they were similar, like Trip and Stella, or opposite, like Reese and Deacon, there was an unbreakable bond between them.

That bond had to make the sex even better than just grabbing the nearest sweet butt and getting off.

He fought the shiver that threatened to slither down his spine.

That wasn’t what was happening here. No fucking way.

A bond couldn’t exist. They’d only known each other for about twenty-four hours. So, anything more was impossible.

The sex they’d had wasn’t some secret sauce. It was only that… sex.

Get the fuck outta your head, idiot, before you say or do somethin’ stupid and you freak her the fuck out and then you won’t be gettin’ any of this later because you fucked up.

He needed to get back to the garage and that was the last thing he wanted to do right now. He reluctantly pulled out and she dropped her leg until both feet were on the floor.

“Let me clean up quick and get dressed, then we can go,” she said, still slightly out of breath.

She slipped from between him and the door but instead of heading directly to the bathroom, she paused. He was in the middle of sliding off the full wrap when her hand cupped his cheek and lifted his face.

“Thank you.” Her blue eyes were full of warmth and said a lot more than those two words.

Again, he had to be imagining shit. “Once again, should be thankin’ you.”

“No thanks needed.”

“Same here.”

She rose on her tiptoes and pressed her lips to his for a quick kiss. He stared at her as she marched her naked, edible ass into the bathroom.

Yeah, he truly was beginning to believe she fell from Heaven and landed in his path on Copperhead Road.

And that was just fucking crazy.

“Wanted to do this before the run and before your ol’ ladies join us. That’s why I told you to send them up to the farmhouse with Stella. Need to give you all an update and really don’t need to hear their opinions on our plan. ‘Cause guaran-fuckin’-teed they’re gonna have them.”

Next to Whip, Rook snorted. A few other grumbles rose up at the last part. Nobody was going to argue with the prez on that point.

“Anyone knows about opinionated women, it’s you,” Whip said under his breath.

“Jet ain’t the only one. Stella’s the fuckin’ queen of opinions,” Rook murmured, not loud enough for Trip to hear.

Whip couldn’t argue that, either, and he doubted Trip would disagree.

Trip would be riding solo on the club run today since Stella popped out their son just a couple of weeks ago and was still recovering in places Whip didn’t want to think about on the prez’s ol’ lady.

Trip had stated she’d join them later at Dino’s for their meal since they weren’t doing a pig roast today. As soon as the weather was a bit warmer, they’d start up again instead of heading to Dino’s afterward.

Whip wondered how Crystal was working out as their new house mouse. She had lost her job at the convenience store on the other side of town and it happened to be perfect timing since Rush had just been born. Trip and Stella wanted help they could trust. Crys had proven to be trustworthy and reliable. Even better, she had helped take care of her baby sister, so knew all about newborns and toddlers. A plus in Trip’s book.

While he hoped to increase the Fury numbers, until that happened, the four remaining sweet butts—Billie, Amber, Angel and Brandy—were more than enough to go around. Truthfully, there weren’t enough patched members to keep them busy or satisfied. Even so, Trip didn’t want to lose any more. Especially like they did with Liz, Stella’s sister.

Whip was surprised Liz and her ol’ man weren’t up from Shadow Valley this weekend. When they were, they joined the Fury on their bi-monthly runs. Of course, with Crash and Liz wearing their Dirty Angels MC cuts.