The Biker's Lucky Charm (Royal Bastards MC: Charleston, WV 5)

“Link.” Her lips part and her legs open.

“Tell me what you want, Pam. Want me to make you come?” I slide my other hand between her thighs. She isn’t wearing any panties. “So full of shit.” My wife is soaked. “Watching them fuck making your horny?”

Her teeth rake over her bottom lip.

“Answer me,” I grit along the shell of her ear, sucking the tender flesh into my mouth.

“No,” she whispers.

“Fuckin’ lying.” I shove a finger in her sweet heat, and she quivers.

She squirms pushing my hand away. “I smell the pizza.”

“This isn’t finished.” I shove off the couch. I grab an oven mitt from one of the drawers then check the pizza. I drop the pan on the stove top, cut the pizza, and put a few slices on a plate for her. I serve my wife and notice she put on a horror film. I chuckle. “You sure you wanna be watching gore while eating? You know that isn’t going to deter me from taking what I want.”

She gives me a look that says that is exactly what she is going for—distraction.

“Eat your pizza and watch your scary shit but after I’m gonna take you to bed. Bury myself in that greedy pussy.”

Three slices of pizza and a beer later Pam is passed out with her head in my lap snoring. I should wake her, but I’m enjoying this moment. She’s more relaxed than she’s been in weeks. Running my fingers through her dark hair I stare at her grateful I haven’t lost her. I took a risk saying I’d go if she wanted me to. I’m glad it didn’t come to that.

Her lips tip into a grin. She must be dreaming something good. My left leg tingles with the pins and needles prickling sensation. I hate to disturb her but I gotta move. I slide out from under her and she doesn’t notice. Before I carry her to bed, I clean up the beer and pizza. I don’t want her to wake up to a dirty kitchen.

In the bedroom I put her in the center of the bed right where I want her. Nightie rolled up over her stomach, I part her tattooed thighs, kissing them as I nestle between them. I work my way to her pretty pink pussy, running my nose along her smooth and soft lips inhaling her womanly scent. I should let her sleep but if there’s one thing I know about my wife, waking her up with an orgasm will put me on her good side.

Taking my sweet time, I lick, taste, and tease her sensitive flesh. Fingering and tonguing. Teasing and no doubt pleasing as her hips begin to buck.

“Honey,” the pet name comes out like a question, but her fingers weave into my hair then tug hard as she pulls me closer. There she is. There’s the woman who loves me and can’t get enough.

The woman I’ve been missing. The woman I lost when shit went sideways between us.

Chapter Ten

I awaken to the friction of my husband’s beard scratching the inner walls of my thighs. My breasts swollen, clit pulsing with need. I know sex can’t fix what’s been broken between us, but I have to forgive for my own sanity. Some may call me a fool. I would too, but they aren’t me. They don’t know that when we’re good that there’s nothing better. I’m not blaming myself for his infidelity, but I do own up to pushing him away when Nickel died. I didn’t know how to handle the range of emotions. Then Murder came to me and gave me the one thing I thought Link and I would never have. A son. A newborn in need of a loving home.

I felt guilty for mourning Nickel. I didn’t love him. Not romantically. He did mean something to me though. I’d slept with him. He tried to give my husband and I the gift of a child. I shoved those feelings away and focused on anything and everything except my grief. I pushed my husband away because I was scared of what he’d think if I told him the truth. I pushed him into the arms of another woman. I won’t make that mistake a second time.

“Honey,” I pant and yank his head closer to my pussy, seeking a closer connection.

My man works my clit with his tongue while fingering me and teasing my ass with the tip of his thumb. Our gazes meet as a shiver slinks along my spine. I curl my toes into the mattress, arching my back.

“That’s it. So wet.” His free hand tweaks my nipple, kneading, rolling, and pinching the taut skin.

My hips knife up off the bed.

“Give it to me. Come for me.” Link slaps my pussy then dives right back in with his tongue sucking and thrusting. Fucking me with his mouth greedily. Like he can’t get enough.

I know if I am truly to forgive him there’s something I need to do, not only for him. For me. I ride out my orgasm then go after what I want. What I desperately need. “Want you in my mouth,” I tell him.

His pupils dilate telling me that yeah, he needs this as much as I want to give it to him. Link lays next to me stroking his erection. Precum already beaded at the tip. “Straddle me in reverse so I can eat you some more,” he demands.

I’m not about to argue with the man if he wants to get me off again. With my pussy pressed to his mouth, tits smashed to his pelvic bone, I cap my lips over the head of his cock. The soft and warm of his tongue dips inside me while I suck his rigid shaft. The combination is out of this world. The salty pearl of liquid hits my tongue making me crave more. Driving me to suck him harder and deeper, stretching my lips around him to the point of pain. I’m determined to make him come with my mouth alone. To show him he doesn’t need anyone but me. His hand slides between us to fondle my cl

it. My eyes go back in my head and another orgasm hits me as his other palm slaps against the globes of my ass.

“Tell me whose pussy this is,” his voice rumbles against me.

I moan my response around the head of his dick.