After stealthily admiring her for a few seconds, he’d move in behind her, resting his hardness against her. With a sweet smile, she’d automatically tip her head up to accept his kiss. And he’d kiss her all right. He’d kiss the hell out of her.
Copper sighed. Yeah, it’d be nice to come home to their house each night.
Wait. His eyes flew open.
Their house?
Shell barefoot in the kitchen?
When the fuck had he become interested in domestic bliss? He glanced at his sleeping woman. Did the when matter? It was time for his mind to accept what his body already had. Shell belonged with him. All the reasons he’d fought being with her still existed. But he was ready to say fuck it. Fuck whoever thought he was robbing the cradle. If Shell grew bored with her ol’ man, fuck that too. He’d do what he needed to keep her interested and tied to him. Hell, it wasn’t a problem now, but he’d take out fucking stock in Viagra when the time came if that’s what he had to do to keep his woman satisfied.
And the other reasons? His role as president of the MC? His promise to Sarge? The club ran through Shell’s blood. There was no separating her from her family. He could ensure her safety and happiness far better with her than apart from her.
Yeah, it was time to officially claim her as his ol’ lady.
Shell’s pert ass settled against him making his dick twitch. He could continue his planning later.
Right now, he had other business to attend to.
Rolling to his side, he brushed his lips back and forth across Shell’s spine, directly between her shoulder blades. Her skin was warm and satiny-smooth against his lips. She didn’t react, so he kissed her again, right above the first one. Then another, and another until he sucked at the little ridge of her spine right at the base of her neck. A soft whimper and gentle shiver was her response.
His woman was awake, playing possum. He slipped one hand around and cupped a soft, warm breast in his hand. When he thumbed her stiff nipple, Shell moaned. “You holding out on me? Pretending to be asleep?” he whispered against her ear.
“No,” she said shaking her head against the pillow. He squeezed the sensitive tip of her nipple, and her ass arched into his cock. “Just enjoying the way you’re touching me. Didn’t want you to stop, so I stayed quiet.”
“I’ll never stop touching you, baby. Anytime you need these hands on you, just say the word, and they’re yours.”
She rolled over until they were facing each other and traced a finger across his lips. Catching the tip between his teeth, he sucked it into his mouth. Her eyes flared with heat. “And your mouth?” she said, a little sass in her tone. “Do I get that whenever I want?”
“Yes ma’am,” he said as he released her finger then took her tempting mouth. She bowed into him, boldly slipping her tongue into his mouth and rubbing her tits all over his chest. Each time they had sex, Shell grew bolder, more willing to take what she needed.
“And this?” Her small hand circled his cock. She grasped what she could of his girth saying, “Can I have this whenever I want?”
“Fuck, yes,” he breathed as he hardened to the point of agony. Each time she touched him, he had the almost uncontrollable urge to pound her into the nearest flat surface. “You thinking you might want it now?”
Her smile turned sly. “Hmm,” she said, stroking his length. He squeezed her ass in response. “I suppose I could be persuaded…”
Christ, she wasn’t even working to get him off, just idly gliding her fist up and down his length. His body wasn’t getting the message that it wasn’t quite time to unload. His balls heavy and full, drew close to his body as fire burned low in his gut.
A teasing glint glittered in Shell’s eyes. Damn woman knew exactly what she was doing to him. And she fucking loved it. While nothing was better than seeing her happy and carefree, he wasn’t about to shoot his wad all over her stomach before he even had a chance to hear her cry out in pleasure. Best sound in the world.
He swatted her hands away and ignored her giggles then lifted her top leg over his hip. Grasping the base of his cock, he squeezed, hard, and counted down from a thousand by eights.
992, 984…
Wasn’t working. Well, it worked enough that he wasn’t going to embarrass himself on thrust one. Guiding his head to her dripping pussy, he was about to sink in when the blaring of his phone had them both starting.
“Ignore it,” he said with a growl, sliding the weeping tip of his cock into her.