But we were still young.
We were having fun.
There was time for that serious stuff way down the line.
Until then, I wanted us to have a nice space that was all our own for when we wanted to escape all the craziness of his brothers.
“You’re just excited to have unhindered sex now that Dr. Price cleared you to take off that damn sling,” Nyx said, wiggling her brows at me.
She wasn’t wrong.
We’d been expecting another week or so, but according to Dr. Price, I was free to take it off. And maybe do some physical therapy if I felt like I needed it.
I hadn’t told Jass about it, though. I thought it would be a fun surprise.
“There you go,” Nyx said when we heard the rumble and I pulled the curtains back. “What?” she asked.
“Nothing. It’s just weird. They left with the SUV. But it’s just four bikes now.”
“Maybe one of them had some business out of town,” she said, and there was something odd in her voice that had me turning back to look at her.
But I found her gaze on a bag behind her door that I hadn’t thought anything of.
Until she gave me cause to.
It was her overnight bag.
The one that lived in her closet, unless she was planning to use it.
She was going out of town.
But she hadn’t said anything about that.
I was really starting to think there was some validity to Jass’s theory that Nyx and Slash had out-of-town hookups.
Why, I had no idea.
And I was trying not to be a little hurt that she hadn’t shared it with me.
Nyx had always been complicated and a little secretive. And with her past, I really couldn’t begrudge her keeping her little nights or weekends of happiness to herself.
“What are you waiting for? Go out and greet him!” Nyx said as one of the bikes broke off the road and pulled into the apartment parking lot.
I didn’t need more encouragement than that.
I flew down the stairs and out the doors, catching him walking up the path, and jumping up into his arms.
“Fucking missed you too, baby,” he said, his hands sinking into my ass as my lips pressed into his.
“Where are we going?” I asked when he started walking forward, taking me back toward the apartment building.
He didn’t answer me, though, just kept nipping at my lower lip as he moved us inside.
It wasn’t until we were in the small mail room just inside the front door that I realized his intentions.
“Fuck yeah, baby,” he hissed as I unwrapped my legs from around his waist and immediately went down on my knees in front of him. “Show me how much you missed me,” he said, gathering my hair as I pulled his cock out of his pants, then slipped him inside my mouth.
He only let me work him for a couple minutes before yanking me up by my hair, grabbing me, and slamming me back against the wall.
His hand slipped under my skirt, toying with my pussy over my panties.
“Panties are fucking drenched for me,” he growled before grabbing the material and ripping it off of me.
“Jass,” I said, reaching down to stroke his cock. “I love you, but shut up and fuck me already,” I demanded, watching the way his eyes went molten at the demand.
“Well, since you asked so nicely,” he said, slipping on the condom, then slamming inside of me.
Hard.
Fast.
Unrelenting.
“God, you feel so fucking good,” he hissed as his cock slammed into me faster and faster. “Touch your clit for me, baby,” he demanded. “I need to feel your pussy clenching around my cock.”
I didn’t even hesitate.
My hand slipped between us, working my clit in soft circles, as he continued to fuck me.
“That’s it. Squeeze my cock, baby,” he growled as my orgasm slammed through my system, bringing him along with me.
“Just so you know, that is how I want to be welcomed home every fucking time I have to leave town,” he said as he stuffed my ripped panties into his pocket.
“I can’t see that ever being a problem.”
Judge - 3 months
I never saw myself being interested in settling down, in always being around the same woman.
There was no mistaking, though, that I was settling down.
And that I never got sick of seeing Dell.
Right there at my side in the morning. In the shower when I brought the morning coffee up. In the kitchen when she was working with Detroit to make us dinner.
Even when she was grumbling as she moved around the common area, bitching about how many articles of random women’s clothing she found with no known owners.
She just… fit in.
The guys liked having her around too.
There was something to be said to a steady feminine element in our hyper-masculine clubhouse.
“What’s in the box?” Sway asked as I made my way into the living room, for once glad that Delaney wasn’t around.