Blood & Bone - Easy (Blood Fury MC 12)

He wanted to go down on her, but he was jonesing to be inside her for the first time without a wrap. He would make up for his impatience tomorrow night, and the next, because her pussy was his favorite meal to eat. Breakfast, lunch and dinner, he’d never get enough.

He released her nipple with a wet pop and, with a last kiss to the pebbled tip, he shifted up and claimed her mouth. Just like he planned on claiming her as his ol’ lady.

Whenever she was ready, he’d stand in front of that table, in front of the whole committee, and make it known that Tessa was his. Just like he was making her his right now.

He missed being inside her. He missed that connection between them. The one created when they weren’t even aware of it. It came out of nowhere and hit them both when they were least expecting it like an out of control Mack Truck that lost its brakes.

But here they were. What started out as nothing became something worth fighting for. And he would do that every day of his life if he had to.

He broke the kiss and murmured against her lips. “Sorry, babe. Can’t wait. Will make it up to you later. Need to be inside you right now.”

She shifted beneath him, wrapping her legs around his thighs and lifting her hips slightly in encouragement. “I need you, too.”

He snaked his hand between the press of their bodies, grabbed his hard-on and slid it through her slick, hot folds until he found that notch. The place where he belonged and also belonged to him.

Without waiting another second, he drove himself all the way home. As soon as he hit the end of her, he pulled out and did it again.

And again.

She met him thrust for thrust, her pussy squeezing him, rippling around him, making him lose his damn mind. Without using a wrap as a barrier, he was barreling toward that dangerous edge way too quickly.

He paused for a second and took a breath to slow his roll, brushing the back of his fingers down her flushed cheek as he stared into her hooded eyes. “You okay?”

She nodded. “Yes, don’t stop.”

“Stoppin’ for me, not you. Unless you need me to stop, then just say the word and I will.”

“I’m fine, but I’ll be better once you keep going.”

“Never fucked without a wrap before, so it’s… uh… gonna be a sprint and not a marathon. Just wanna be truthful here so you ain’t disappointed.”

She rolled her lips under as her dark brown eyes met his. “I’m okay with that as long as I reach the finish line with you.”

“Ain’t leavin’ you behind. Guaranteed.”

“I’m glad you said guaranteed instead of promise.”

Easy dropped his head and shook it. “Said I didn’t want your brother in this bed with us.”

“I guarantee he won’t be if you keep going.”

“Tess…”

She brushed his hair out of his face and whispered, “I’ve missed this.”

“Me, too.” Holding her close every night since the day he found out she was pregnant had been great, but it wasn’t the same as being inside her.

Sex between them might have been simply the act of fucking and getting off in the beginning, but now it was so much more.

He couldn’t explain it, so he just accepted it.

“‘Kay, the starter pistol’s about to go off, so get ready…”

“I’ve been ready. You’re the one who—”

As soon as he began to move again, she stopped laughing and he forgot about everything but her.

He hoped like fuck she forgot about everything but him.

He drilled his knees into the mattress, drove his hand into her hair, yanking her head back to expose the column of her throat so he could press his mouth to the delicate arch and taste her skin. Her pulse pounded against his tongue as he continued to pound her, giving her what she needed and wanted while she gave herself to him.

He lost himself in her, in their rhythm, in their shared breaths. It was hot, satisfying and so fucking perfect. The same as her.

She groaned, “Easy…”

Sometimes his road name was confusing. He wasn’t sure if she was telling him to ease up or encouraging him to keep going.

“E,” she groaned again, “make me come. Make me come… please.”

As much as he liked to hear her say his name like that, he had to make sure she didn’t get too loud so Cage wouldn’t kick them out. He covered her mouth with his own, trying to contain her cries. He swallowed every moan, every whimper and his name every time it rolled up her throat.

He took it all until he couldn’t any longer. Until he waved his own white flag. Until he couldn’t keep marching on like a good little soldier.

He was losing the battle.

He pulled his mouth from hers. “Tell me you’re close…” For fuck’s sake.