After the Fall (The Fallen Men 4)

I nudged the head of my cock between her silky folds. “I can take you hard.”

“Yes,” she hissed.

“Fast.”

“Yes, yes, yes.”

“I can take you anytime, anyplace, any way I want,” I growled and then shoved my cock to the hilt in her wet embrace.

Her head tipped back on a low moan, and I pressed my teeth to her flutterin’ pulse to feel it race under my tongue as I ground even deeper into her.

As I started to pump my hips against her, holdin’ her so close to me there was no space between our bodies, I pulled back to say against her mouth, “You love the idea of being found because you want people to know that you’re mine and mine alone.”

“And you’re mine,” she said fiercely, bitin’ into my lower lip and fistin’ a hand in the back of my shirt to draw me even closer. “Your cock, your beautiful body, your heart, and your soul.”

“Fuck yeah,” I groaned as she moved her mouth across my stubbled jaw and down my neck to suck at my skin.

Four years with this woman, and I still couldn’t get enough, be deep enough, or love hard enough to satiate my fuckin’ burnin’ need for her. She rippled around me, and her breath stuttered as she started to fall apart around my cock.

“That’s it, babe. Come all over me.”

And she did, as if my words were the key to unlock her pleasure. She shuddered in my arms as I plunged harder into her clutchin’ heat, chasin’ my pleasure and heightenin’ her climax.

My balls were heavy, and the base of my spine tightened as I thought about comin’ inside her bare. As I wished for the hundredth time that I could plant my seed inside her and create life with our love.

The thought blazed a flamin’ trail down my back and exploded in my groin. I groaned into her mouth as I spilled inside her, and she took my cock, my tongue, my cum eagerly, as though she couldn’t get enough.

After, our damp foreheads pressed together and our pantin’ breaths slowin’ between our relaxed mouths, I wrapped my hand around her slender neck just to feel her pulse return to normal.

“Love you,” I told her because I liked to tell her in moments like this that didn’t matter so much and also in moments that did.

Straight up liked to tell my girl I loved her because life had taught me not to take a fuckin’ thing for granted.

Speakin’ of… “Gotta get to the compound, babe. Shit’s hit the fan, and that’s why I came to getcha.”

Her sigh fanned over my face, but when I pulled back to look at her, it was to see her eyes alight with fire. “Of course, it has. Well, whatever it is, we’ll be ready for it.”

“That’s my babe.” I cupped the back of her neck with my hand and planted a hard kiss on her mouth. “Let’s do it.”

King

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The compound had been my home since I was old enough to cogitate. Knew every inch of the asphalt, the number of bricks that made up the clubhouse, and how many tools we kept in the garage. Lost my virginity in one of the older brother’s rooms at twelve to a biker bitch ten years older and drank my first pint in the bar with the club like I was of age and not even old enough to drive.

The club was my home, but I’d grown up thinkin’ it wouldn’t be my life.

For all the things I loved about the life, I also hated a fuck ton too.

Most of all, it was the thing that had taken my dad from me too young. Imprisoned for killin’ the son of a bitch who shot through a little girl to get at him, he’d been absent from my life and my little sister, Harleigh Rose’s, for way too fuckin’ long.

I watched him now, quiet as he sat in church, the room we held club meetings in, his big head propped on a fist, the other hand scratchin’ absently at his beard. There was somethin’ in his face I didn’t like, somethin’ like a warnin’.

“Gonna stand there all day lookin’ pretty, or are you gonna get your ass in here?” he growled without movin’ his stare from the middle of the table where The Fallen MC insignia was burned into the wood.

“Gonna sit there all day getting’ older than you already are while we got real problems to address?” I countered, but I pushed off the doorframe with my hip and strolled over to him.

I waited a beat, towerin’ over him but not by much because my dad was a big motherfucker even seated, and then finally pulled out the chair to his right and sat down.

“Learnin’ new tricks of intimidation?” Zeus drawled. “’S cute, King.”