Valen (Henchmen MC Next Generation 6)

I didn’t want that.

I wanted him as wild and rough and out of control as my own body felt right then.

My walls tightened around his cock as my arms went around his neck, and my lips crashed down on his.

He didn’t need any more encouragement than that.

He fucked me hard and fast and rough, my ass scraping against the rough cinder block walls as he plowed into me, driving me up and through an orgasm before grabbing me and turning me.

“Down,” he growled at me as he pressed me toward the stairs. “Fuck, that’s a good view,” he said as his hand slapped down hard on my ass before he moved in behind me, and slammed inside of me again.

There seemed no easing of the raw sort of hunger we had for each other.

We’d barely been able to keep our hands to ourselves while his battered body had been recovering. And once he could move without almost doubling over in pain, it was all over.

We fucked in my car, in the shower, in the garage of the clubhouse. And then the night he had a guard shift, he snuck me up to the glass room on the roof and we went at each other for hours and hours with the whole of Navesink Bank around us.

I guess we had a lot of time to make up for.

And we were enjoying the hell out of trying to find ways to sneak around.

Though, I had to admit, it was going to be nice to have a place all our own. Where we could be as loud as we wanted. Where we could fuck on every surface we wanted.

“Fuck, yeah, squeeze my cock,” Valen growled, thrusts getting harder and faster, getting close himself. “Fuck, that feels so good,” he hissed as the orgasm slammed through my system, bringing him with me.

“Well,” I said a few minutes later as Valen made us a makeshift bed out of a reasonable clean drop cloth, pulling me down on the hard floor, and up onto his chest. “We broke the place in,” I concluded.

“Gonna fuck you in every room, against every wall, and on every surface we eventually put in this place,” he said, giving my ass a hard squeeze.

“I don’t plan on wearing pants for the first three months at least,” I said as my fingers traced the edge of one of his tattoos.

“I fully support that decision,” he agreed.

“Is it as bad as Vi and Layna have been telling me all day?”

“No. Really,” he assured me when I scoffed. “It’s just old and dirty and dated. We already put up new Sheetrock in three of the rooms upstairs. We will finish that in another day or two. Then we just have to add the new trim, drop the floors you picked out, and it will look a million times better. The kitchen is the biggest eyesore I’ve ever seen. And the bathrooms are straight out of the seventies. But everything works. So we can live here while we do those sorts of changes.”

“I can’t wait,” I admitted. “It feels like forever already.”

“Only a month,” he reminded me. “Another week or so and we can move in. And then we have forever in this place.”

“Forever sounds good,” I said, nuzzling into his chest.

We just stayed there like that for a solid ten minutes, just enjoying the peace and each other.

Until we heard the upstairs door yank open, and a voice calling down the stairs.

“If you two are done banging, the pizza is getting cold,” Layna said.

“Don’t listen to her!” Billie called. “Take all the time you need. It’s important to have a strong first sexual experience in your new forever home,” she added, getting a low chuckle out of Fallon.

“Oh, my God. I literally just… can’t,” Gracie added, sounding like she was shooing them away, then closing the door herself.

“As much as I enjoyed our ‘strong first sexual experience in our new forever home,’” Valen said as he rolled up. “I am fucking starving.”

So, yeah, that was how we broke in our home.

It was perfect.

Valen - 3 months

“Stop fidgeting,” Louana said, slapping me from the driver’s seat. “It makes you look nervous. And he can smell fear,” she added, shooting me a smirk.

“Not helping here, babe,” I said, grimacing as I looked at her parents’ house.

Three months was a long time to be with Louana and not running into her old man.

What can I say, I’d been “busy” a lot when he just so happened to be around.

I’d seen her mom, Evan, quite a few times.

But Luce?

Luce, I’d been avoiding.

Because I knew he had to do the dad thing. I knew he had to let me know that he was pissed at what I’d done to his little girl. Even if it was years ago. Even if we’d worked it out. It was his job to put the fear of God into me, so I didn’t ever think of doing it again.