Lucky Ride (Men of Valor MC)

“Do you know what I’m talking about now?”

She turns her head to look back at me and shakes it. “Not a clue.”

God, I’m in love with her. I reach down and cup her sex, feeling how fucking soaked she is and before she can react, I spank her ass again. She cries out this time pushing her butt up for better access. I slap her bottom once more on each cheek before testing her entrance. She’s dripping with need. I drop to my knees and lift her backside in my face and stab my tongue between her folds, drinking up all her sweetness while pumping two fingers into her. Clover’s orgasm rips through her, getting the attention of the dogs who start barking.

“It’s time for the bedroom, baby.” I drag her shorts and panties all the way off and then scoop her up to our room to finish our celebration. It’s going to be one hell of a night.

Epilogue

A month later

Clover

“Tell me what you want,” he demands as I run my hands down the hard planes of his abs.

“Touch me,” I whisper.

“Continue,” he grunts, gripping my wet hair.

“Possess me. Devour me.” I wrap my hand around his length, stroking it while making my request with my lips close to his ear.

Another grunt comes from his throat. “More, Lucky.”

“Love me,” I breathe along his neck.

“Always.” He pulls me tightly to him as we stand under the outdoor shower on our private beach for our honeymoon. “I love you, Clover. More than anything in the world.” He cups my ass and lifts me up. I quickly throw my legs around his waist, and he presses me against the wall. Loosening my grip around him, he adjusts his thick, hard cock and slams into me. I cry out, clinging to him in pure heat.

“Give it to me, sir.” I let go and come almost immediately. He pulls out and spins me around. I flatten my hands on the wall as he holds me up and thrusts from behind, biting down on my shoulder as he fucks me hard. It’s not long until my pussy’s aching to release again.

“Hold tight, Lucky.” I squeeze my legs on his hips while he reaches around and strums my clit. I scream his name over and over again while he comes with me.

“So good, Mrs. McCray. Now, let’s get you cleaned up and dried off so you can take a nice nap.”

“Okay,” I yawn. I’ve had a thorough workout for the past two days. I know the second I fall asleep, Logan’s going to call the diner to check up on things. Rosie and Ernesto are the ones taking the lead until we return, but that doesn’t stop Logan from worrying about his baby. “Do you think the dogs are having a good time?”

“Yes, they are.” One of the prospects is checking on them while Heather takes them on a walk every day for a nice bonus. It’s great. We would have brought them, but Logan wanted to make sure I had his full attention. “You don’t take kids on your honeymoon,” he reminds me. It’s good because Logan doesn’t need another cold nose on his ass to kill his mood. I still giggle, even though it forced him to impale me with that fucking baton of his.

“Come on, I need to dry you, Clover.” He wraps a towel around his sexy waist, covering my favorite toy as he turns off the water. When he wraps me up in a giant towel, I moan and his eyes light up. I know it’s going to be a long time before I get some sleep.

Ten Years Later

Logan

The sight of Clover swaying her hips as she dances at Midnight Oil gets me hard as fuck. She’s had two beautiful babies with a third on the way, and she’s still sexy as fuck.

I’m in conversation with Bullet when a college punk waltzes behind my woman, trying to get between her and Cara. My wife’s cousin has come a long way after rehab and seeing a therapist. We’re glad to have her a part of the family again.

The guy inches closer to my wife, but she shakes her head, warning him that he’s overstepping. She’s not wearing my cut, and that pisses me off. She doesn’t like it and claims her wedding ring and tiny baby bump are enough, but it’s clearly not enough of a deterrent. I crush the bottle in my hand before stalking toward the fuck. Bullet’s hand grips my shoulder tightly. “Keep your cool. Look, Heather’s got it under control.” She points toward me, and his eyes widen.

“I need to have a talk with the little punk, and then I’m taking my wife home.”

“Good night.”

“It will be once I get her in bed.”

“Good man.” I walk to the punk who made the wrong choice.