Her eyes were clear as she stared up at me. She wasn’t drunk. Or crying. She wanted this .
She wanted me .
I’d never been more honored in my life. She was perfect and pure. It was a duty and a privilege to be her first .
But I would have gone a whole lot slower if I had known !
“Thank you.” I kissed her forehead. “Thank you so much .”
I kissed her perfect lips and pulled out a bit .
“Ready ?”
She nodded and I let my hips push forward. I grunted as I plunged through the last thing in my way. I took her, breaking through and sinking in as far as I could go .
“Are you okay ?”
She nodded, though I could tell it had hurt. Her gorgeous eyes were full of tears. I tried to stop myself, but my hips started making tiny circles. I closed my eyes, trying to control the urge to pump my hips into her like a madman .
She was so hot and slick, hugging my cock so perfectly …
“Whiskey …”
“What ?”
“Please fuck me now .”
My eyes opened. She was okay. And I was not stupid enough to deny a pretty lady when she asked to be fucked .
I didn’t even answer. I couldn’t. I just wanted to move .
So I did .
My hips took on a mind of their own, pumping in and out of her. I started slow, groaning with each deliciously prolonged thrust. But that didn’t last long. In a few minutes, I was fucking her hard and deep. Not rough, but not all that gentle either. Then faster .
“Oh God! Sweetie… Becks, am I hurting you ?”
“ Don’t stop !”
And then I felt it. It was like there were angels singing as she came. She was making the sweetest little sounds I’d ever heard in my life. My dick got squeezed over and over as her canal pulsed all around me .
It was too much. I’d wanted to make this last but there was no way. I didn’t stand a chance .
My balls turned into jet blasters as my seed came barreling up my cock, taking all coherent thought with it .
“Uhhhhhhhnnnfffff !”
I sounded like an animal, thrusting wildly out of tempo as I unloaded endless streams of my seed. I’d never come this hard in my life. Not even close .
Not even close to close .
I was shaking with the force of my orgasm. So was Becky. I held her as she pulled the last drops from the tip of my cock. I was still coming, but there was nothing left to give .
Good gravy .
I groaned, rolling us to our sides so I wouldn’t crush her as I collapsed. I was still inside her. And she was still having aftershocks .
I swear to God every inch of me was tingling. From my hair shafts to my toes. I was a man. Men weren’t supposed to get goosebumps .
“My God, Becky .”
She was staring at me with a look of absolute amazement. I knew how she felt. That had been incredible. Beyond amazing .
Life altering .
Epic .
After all these years, she had been more than worth the wait .
And I knew in that moment that I was never letting her go .
Chapter One
Whiskey
I grit my teeth as the needle repeatedly cut into my skin .
“Take a break ?”
Callaway paused, holding the gun just above my flesh. He was the best damn tattoo artist in town. Maybe even the whole state .
And once he got his cut, he became the official ink master for the entire club .
Nowadays, he rarely tatted anyone who was not a Devil’s Rider .
“No, I’m good .”
“This is really fucking heartwarming, you know that ?”
I grunted, ignoring him. I knew he meant the message I’d chosen. It was a reminder. A reminder for every time I started to get weak. That happened a lot more often over the past year than I wanted to admit .
Now I wouldn’t forget. I could just look in the damn mirror if I was tempted to try and track her down again. I’d already wasted months searching for her. There was nothing more pathetic than searching for someone who didn’t want to be found .
I needed help fighting the itch. The constant worry and concern. The never ending feeling that something was missing .
Just three words. But those three words said it all .
Better
Off
Alone
It was only my third tat, other than the enormous club emblem on my back and the ‘live free or die’ emblazoned across my chest. These were to honor my brothers. The new one referred to something else entirely .
Her and her alone .
Becky ‘Tear Your Heart Out’ Townsdale
I had no idea what her real middle name was and I didn’t care. It didn’t matter anymore, because she was gone once and for all. I told myself that anyway but it was a lie .