The sharp, sweet snap of pleasure breaks me open. The exquisite pulses of bliss transport me to another plane.
I’m still tingling and twitching when he pulls away.
There’s no time to protest. He falls over my body and enters me in one quick thrust.
“Oh! Jesus.” My eyes fly open, and I find him inches from my face.
“No, just me,” he says in that maddening way that’s equal parts smug and sexy. He hooks his arm under my thigh, spreading me open. “You can take it. You just came so hard. You’re so, so wet.”
“Yes, but you’re still so, so big.”
He seems to smother a smile and leans in, brushing his damp lips against my neck.
His movements slow to a gentle rock of his hips. “Better?”
Fire races over my skin. “Yes,” I whisper.
“Love having my cock buried in you, Sunshine.”
“Finally.” I lift my legs higher, locking them around his waist.
He rests his forehead against mine. We’re nose to nose, and I don’t need any light in the bedroom to see the desire shimmering in his eyes. “So impatient tonight.”
“You’re just that good.”
He unwraps my arms from around his neck and pins them over my head. The slow, gentle waves of bliss turn sharper. Underneath him, I squirm and wriggle. He groans and shifts his hold on my wrists. Freeing one hand to press my hip into the mattress, he drives into me deeper with each thrust.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I chant over and over.
His lips curl, like he has teasing words for me, but pleasure seems to steal them right out of his mouth. His breathing turns ragged. Eyes close.
“Eyes on me, Marcel,” I whisper, borrowing one of his favorite lines.
“Fuck.” He stares at me, his body jerking and shaking against me. He grabs my hips with both hands, thumbs digging into my flesh, until he finishes.
Breathing hard, he rolls to the side, landing next to me. He finds my hand, curling his fingers around mine.
“I don’t think I can move,” I whisper.
He slowly turns, a smile playing over his lips. “Did I finally fuck the sass out of you?”
“Never.” I pop a kiss on his cheek and sit up. He curls his arm around my waist, dragging me back down on top of him.
“We’ll be late,” I warn him, snuggling into his warm embrace.
“Don’t give a fuck,” he murmurs into my hair.
* * *
No one seemsto notice our later-than-usual arrival at the clubhouse. Why would they? Rooster finally patched Shelby. After her passionate speech to thank the brothers who added their patches to her cut, I’m confident she’ll fit right in.
The festive atmosphere at the clubhouse continues into dinner. For the first time in a long time, I feel completely connected to the celebration as we all choose our seats at the long dinner table.
“Everyone, welcome our newest patched ol’ lady!” Trinity grabs Shelby’s hand and lifts it high in the air.
Shelby ducks her head and laughs, embarrassed, I think, from all the extra attention. Endearing since she’s used to performing in front of huge crowds.
“Thank you, guys,” she says in her soft Texas drawl.