Che (Golden Glades Henchmen MC 2)

"We're married. If shit happens, and we decide we can't repair it, you get half."

"Right," I said, snorting. "Because I'm sure all that gun-running money is sitting in a legitimate bank."

"Hey," he said, voice getting rough as he backed away from me, making enough room so he could turn me on my back to look down at me. "I don't like the insinuation that I would fuck you over, Sass. I don't think I've done anything to suggest I wouldn't be honorable. I know that you have concerns, and we can keep talking about that, but when I tell you I'd give you half, I mean that. I will even show you all of it. I will let you hold onto it, if that is the assurance you need. But I want to make it clear that I am not like your father. I'm not like all those men who fucked your mother over. I know you know that," he added, voice getting softer. "And I get this is just your fear talking. But I wanted to get that clear. Okay?"

"Okay," I agreed.

He was right. He'd always kept his word with me. He'd never done anything that made me not trust him. It was my insecurity that made me question him, not anything he'd said or done.

"Now, all that said, I don't think I'm getting sick of you, just so you know."

"I can be a handful," I warned him.

"I like my hands full," he said, giving me a devilish smile as his hand started to slide up my belly until it cupped my breast.

"That's not what I meant," I said, giggling for a second before his hand squeezed hard.

"Really? That's what I heard," he said, shaking his head a bit in faux confusion.

"Well, when your mind is always on one thing, of course that is what you heard," I teased as his hand moved up, yanking down the neckline of my shirt to expose my breast, his head ducking to run his tongue around it, then sucking it hard.

"Hmm," he hummed around it before releasing it, looking over at me. "I don't recall hearing any complaints about my focus and dedication to this one subject," he said, smirking as his knee pressed between my thighs, rubbing against my cleft, getting a whimper out of me.

"You know, it's been hours and hours," I said, spreading my thighs. "Maybe I just need a reminder," I suggested.

"I think I can manage that," he said, sealing his lips to mine as his body moved over me, his hardness pressing between my thighs.

There was no hesitation as my legs wrapped around his waist, as my hips started to grind upward into him.

Che's lips ripped from mine as he traced his tongue down the column of my throat, then wrapped his lips around my nipple. Shifting his weight, his other hand moved between us, exposing my other breast, working my nipple into a tightened bud

"Che, please," I begged, feeling the need like an actual pain between my thighs as he continued to torment me.

His answer to that was to switch his mouth to my other nipple, and continue the torture.

My body felt like a live wire, sparking with every touch, every brush of his tongue, his teeth, his beard across my skin.

It felt like hours before his face slipped between my breasts, teasing his tongue down the center of my stomach.

Reaching the barrier of my panties, he yanked them to the side, and thrust his tongue inside me, the sensation nearly enough to make me come right then, but his tongue retreated, sliding up my cleft, teasing around my clit but refusing to make actual contact.

Just more torment.

Just more of that aching need growing inside.

"Che, please," I whimpered, grabbing the back of his head, trying to shift my hips to get the contact I so desperately needed.

But he wasn't listening.

He was content to drive me right to that edge, before moving away, refusing to let me have relief.

Desperate, my hand slid down, slipping under the waistband of his boxers, closing around his hard length, and stroking him, giving him some of the torture he was giving me.

He didn't have nearly as much patience, suddenly letting out a growl, then pulling away, yanking me down further on the bed, leaning down, and slipping his cock inside my mouth. He thrust tentatively for a moment, unsure of the depth, my comfort level. But when my hands sank into his ass, using it to guide him into my mouth, he lost all control, thrusting wildly, his breathing becoming ragged groans as he got closer and closer.

And only when he was almost there did I suddenly let him slip away, sliding out from under him as he cursed, pushing him onto the bed, and crawling up his body, my tongue tracing the skin from knee to hipbone, before I moved to straddle him.