I took my time, running my hands over her unbelievably silky skin and looking my fill at her. She was completely bare to me now. Exposed. I was finally seeing every inch of her, just like I’d wanted to from the very first moment I saw her.
“Thank you.”
“Me? But…” She looked adorably confused. “I should thank you.”
“No, you shouldn’t.” I shook my head slowly and slowly dragged her legs apart. “I have to taste you now.”
“Oh…”
I nibbled my way up her inner thighs to my prize. I pressed a kiss to her pink pussy lips. She was so pretty, even here. It almost didn’t seem fair how perfect she was. I kissed her gorgeous pussy, tonguing it softly. I felt her relax as her fingers threaded through my hair. I smiled as her hips began to circle against my mouth.
My fingers got busy, rubbing her clit lightly. Faster and faster… my tongue probed her deeper, groaning at the tight, slick feel of her. I knew it would be beyond anything I’d ever experienced when I finally wrapped her around my cock.
Patience, Lucky. Eyes on the prize. You need to get this Angel on lockdown.
Starting by making her come her sweet tits off.
Right. Now.
“Ah ah ah ahhhh!”
I didn’t stop as my Angel’s pussy creamed all over my face. I lapped it up, not easing up for a second. I kept working her, dragging out her orgasm with my fingers or tongue for as long as possible. I wanted her to get every last drop of pleasure. And then I wanted to do it again.
Angel convulsed on the bed, her beautiful body writhing in ecstasy. I waited until she was completely still, then kissed my way up her delectable body. I expected her to be shy. Maybe grateful to be given the greatest pleasure of her lifetime.
I expected that maybe, just maybe, she’d even admit that she loved me.
I didn’t expect my Angel to be asleep.
I stifled my laugh. She needed her rest. I would let her sleep down here for a few hours, then carry her upstairs. But as of right now I was as tightly wound as a spring.
I rolled over and groaned, staring at the ceiling. I palmed my aching cock through my jeans.
I turned my head and stared at Angel, then did the only thing I could do.
I went outside, stripped my jeans off, and jumped in the lake. At this hour, the water was icy. The cold water was a shock to my system. It was especially at this time of year. But it cleared my head and soothed my aching balls. I was still hard so I paddled around a little, then turned over and looked at the stars.
Eventually I got out and rinsed off quickly in the shower. I pulled on clean clothes, grabbed a beer and picked up my phone. Tonight had proven one thing to me for sure. Time was of the essence.
I had to marry Angel quickly, or we would break her promise.
I wanted to marry her as soon as possible anyway. Hell, I would take a time machine back ten years and marry her if I could. But I didn’t want to be the cause of her hating herself, or feeling like she’d turned her back on God.
Despite our best intentions, there was no way to contain the kind of explosive chemistry we had. The heat between us was off the charts. Every kiss, every touch, even just the way we looked at each other… It was more erotic than all the sex in the world and a million times purer.
I fucking loved my Angel and I needed to make her mine. Immediately. I wasn’t going to sit around waiting while we figured out the Margarelli brothers situation. So I texted Callaway, since he was the last one to get hitched.
Need Preacher
It wasn’t long before I heard back. Cal didn’t seem surprised by the request. Preacher was from a different club but he was a friend to the SOS. And he performed ceremonies for all kinds of bikers up and down the California coast.
When’s the big day?
As soon as fucking possible.
Hell, I wanted Preacher yesterday.
I’m on it.
Bribe him if you have to. What does he like?
Tequila and pussy.
Tell that filthy perv a case of tequila on me.
A pause. I could almost hear what Cal was going to say. He was still a badass, but now he was married with a baby about to drop. He was getting all responsible and shit.
But as the soon–to–be stepfather to an almost pre-teen girl, I could dig it.
Are you worried about staying in town long enough to pull this off?
No. I trust Dev. I’ll go when he tells me to go.
Right, okay. I’ll call that fucker now. I think he’s in Mexico.
Thanks, man. I owe you.