Outlaw (Evil Dead MC 1)

He made love to her with a tenderness Angel had never known a man was capable of, especially not one like him. Slowly, patiently, his touch washed away everything Chuck had done to her. Replacing bad with good. Healing her like nothing else could have.

He nuzzled her ear and whispered, “Are you on any birth control, Angel?” He felt her shake her head, and he lifted his head to look in her eyes. “Okay, baby. I’ll take care of it. I’ll pull out. Don’t worry.” He leaned down and kissed her, his body still thrusting. His hand slid between them, and he began stroking her, over and over. “Come for me, Angel. I want to watch your face when you climax.”

Her breathing was coming fast now.

“Let go, baby. Let go.”

Her head flew back into the pillow, and her thighs clenched his hips as the waves crashed over her.

His mouth came down on hers, capturing her moan of ecstasy, and his tongue delved deep as she coasted back down to earth. When she’d melted in his arms, lying back in relaxed bliss, he hooked her leg at the knee and pulled up, angling her position, giving him better access. His thrusts going deeper, he growled, “Fuck, baby, never had it so good.”

The power in his strokes intensified, and she wrapped her arms around him, clinging to him, loving that she could make him feel good. Wanting to give him the same pleasure he’d given her.

After several more minutes, he suddenly moved back, pulling out of her and leaning back over her, he came on her belly, his ejaculate spilling onto her soft skin as his body tensed rock-solid above her. When he was through, he collapsed next to her, breathing hard.

After a few moments, she lifted her head looking down at her belly and started to get up to go to the bathroom.

Cole immediately rose on an elbow and gently pressed her back down. “I’ll take care of it.”

She watched as he got up and crossed the room to the bathroom. She loved watching his naked body move, the moonlight shading his muscles. He disappeared into the bathroom, and she heard water running. A moment later, he was moving back toward the bed.

He climbed in, and resting on his hand in the plush of the mattress, he bent over her and pressed a warm, wet washcloth between her legs.

The warmth of the cloth soothed her tenderness, and she groaned.

His eyes connected with hers. “Was I too rough?”

She shook her head. “No, baby, not at all.” She saw him grin, the white of his teeth showing in the moonlight.

“I like that, baby doll.”

“What?”

“You callin’ me baby. Like it a lot.” He moved the warm cloth to her stomach, tenderly wiping her clean. Then he twisted and tossed the cloth in a wastebasket by the desk. His body turned back to her, and his hand came down on her hip and slid up her side. He settled himself next to her and pulled her against him, tucking her in his arm, her head against his chest and pulled the covers over them.

He tenderly stroked his hand down her back, his warm palm soothing her. “Mmm, that feels nice,” she murmured.

He stroked up and down, again and again, as quiet blues music filled the room. After a few moments, his hand traced up to the back of her head, sliding into her hair. He pulled her head back and looked down in her face, his other hand cupping her jaw and turning her to look at him. “Hey,” he whispered to get her full attention. When her eyes met his, he continued, his voice low and rumbling, “This meant something to me, Angel. I want you to know that. You giving that to me, letting me be the one you trusted enough to let in. Meant the world, babe.”

She squeezed him, her eyes glazing over and her throat closing at his sweet words, leaving her unable to speak.

He kissed her forehead and pressed her head down to his chest. “Get some sleep, sweetheart.”