Conjugal Visits (Souls Chapel Revenants MC 2)

It was like I was a man obsessed.

This morning when I’d been released, there’d been two things on my mind as we were walking out.

One was getting to Lynn’s place and establishing some ground rules, finding out what all would be expected of me, and a few other pertinent things that I wanted to know about and needed to be able to explain to Beckham.

The second was getting to Beckham.

That’d been the only other thing on my mind.

Getting to her.

What led after that would be what it needed to be.

The moment that I’d seen her after walking out of that prison?

The last months had all but disappeared like wisps of smoke.

Seeing her, touching her, holding her?

That had been what I’d needed.

Not anything else but having her in my arms where I could hold her and know that she was safe.

“You know,” I said quietly. “It’s a surreal feeling. Being here, able to hold you.”

She paused when I said that.

“Yeah?” she asked.

“I’ve wanted nothing more than to be able to hold you, whenever I wanted, wherever I wanted, for the longest of times. Way before even going to prison. The last ten years or so of my life, I’ve wanted nothing more than to just have you, in my arms, where you were supposed to be. And now I get to have that,” I rumbled.

She threw herself into my arms so hard that I fell backward onto the bed, laughing.

“I’ve missed you so much, Trouper,” she whispered. “Every single day, not a moment has passed that I didn’t think about you. Didn’t want to tell you something. Share something with you or show you how much I’ve missed you.”

The way she said that had my heart skipping a beat.

“What would you have shown me?” I asked.

She laughed and pressed a kiss to the corner of my mouth, dragging her lips away to the shell of my ear.

“How about I show you now?” she asked.

My hands clenched on her shapely hips.

“I’d like that.”

She sat up onto my lap, her panty-covered pussy pressing against my erection.

“We have to use condoms again,” she scowled. “I didn’t know you were getting out, and I’m not on anything.”

I allowed my eyes to slowly slide down the length of her body, pausing slightly when my gaze met her breasts, then continued to look down.

Her belly wasn’t as flat as it used to be. There were new stretch marks that hadn’t been there the last time that we’d been together, and I found it sexy as hell.

“It’s not as attractive as it used to be,” she said, seeing where my eyes had gone.

I pressed my palm against the still slightly rounded swell of her belly.

“You know,” I said, “it was the hottest thing ever to know that I’d put a baby inside of you. To see you big with my child.” I dragged one finger down a rather large stretch mark. “This, though? It’s just as hot. Because I know how it got there. Why it’s there. How I had a hand in putting it there.”

Because she was mine. Forever and always would she be tied to me.

“You’re sweet, Trouper.” She snorted. “But I’m not as convinced about the sexiness of this.”

She pinched a small piece of skin that was a little looser than it was before.

I lifted my hips and rolled her over to her back.

When she laughed at the sudden change in position, I moved until my cock was pressed against her mound.

It was hard and throbbing, and all because of her and her sexy body.

“Extra skin or not, you’re still the sexiest thing that I’ve ever laid eyes on.” I growled as I bent down and captured a kiss.

She moaned into my mouth, and I couldn’t stop the way my hips started to slowly move side to side, grinding my erection into her.

Her nails dug into my back, and that only spurred me on.

“This was the one thing that I missed,” I said. “I got to talk to you. I got to see you. I didn’t get to touch you. To hold you. To feel you.”

She smoothed her hands up my sides, her fingers digging into the muscles of my shoulder as she lifted her hips to further press against me.

“I’ve wanted nothing more than to just go to bed with you by my side and wake up with you and have your arms wrapped around me,” she whispered. “To know that you’re right there.”

I dropped my head down and swirled my tongue around the tip of one areola.

She hissed in a breath.

“Sensitive still?” I asked curiously.

She squirmed. “Careful with them. They go off like bottle rockets when you least expect them to.”

I grinned and continued to lick.

I stayed away from sucking.

I didn’t want to make her uncomfortable.

But I’d be exploring later.

When she was more convinced that I loved her new body.