Dax (Silver Saints MC)

“Better for what?” she asked curiously.

“Just don’t want you tense and worrying during our time together, baby.”

“I always feel safe and at ease with you, Dax.”

Her words coupled with the sound of my name in her warm voice pushed my limits even more. I quickly dropped her to the ground and led the way to a set of stairs that went up to a master suite that took up the entire top floor.

There was a large soaker tub in the bathroom, and I let go of Arya to start a bath. Once the temperature was where I wanted it, I went back to my girl and began to slowly undress her. With every bit of skin exposed, I had to fight back my hunger. But a bath would help loosen her muscles so it would be easier for me to fit my fat cock in her tight virgin pussy. And like I’d almost told her, the more relaxed she was, the more her body would open and take my seed.

By the time I’d removed every stitch of clothing, I was barely breathing. “Fuck,” I rasped. “You’re so beautiful.”

Her breaths were coming fast, her pulse point fluttering with the pounding of her heart. Her tits bounced with each inhale, and my mouth watered to suck on her rosy nipples. It took a Herculean effort, but I kept myself from taking more than the small glimpse of her pussy I’d had while pulling down her pants.

I knew I’d break, and I had some shit to do while she soaked and made her body nice and ripe for me. After giving her a quick kiss, I lifted her and gently set her down in the tub. When I started to walk away, she grabbed my hand to halt my retreat.

She waited for me to look at her over my shoulder. “Aren’t you going to join me?” she asked with an adorable pout, making me grin.

“Not this time, baby. But don’t worry, I definitely have plans for us in that tub.”

A pretty blush stained her cheeks, and I watched it spread down to the top of her chest. I couldn’t help but wonder how far down it would go when she was writhing with passion. Would she flush all the way to her pussy when I had my mouth on it? I couldn’t fucking wait to find out.

Shoring up every bit of my strength, I left the bathroom and headed out to my ride. I brought the saddlebags in as well as a duffel I’d stowed in my truck, before moving my bike into the small garage I was parked in front of.

Then I went inside and dug out Arya’s cell phone. I sent Nova a quick text from her informing him that she was with friends for a couple of weeks and they would be out of cell service. Then I disabled the GPS and shut her phone off before stowing it in a pocket of the duffel bag. Taking it upstairs, I tossed it onto a chair by the doors to a balcony. I threw the shirts and a couple of pairs of jeans into the drawers of a dresser along with Arya’s clothes. I hadn’t worried about her bringing more than an outfit for the ride home because she would be spending most of her time here naked. And when she needed clothes, she could wear one of my shirts.

I took one of said shirts to the bathroom door, which was cracked enough for me to hear the soft laps of the water against her naked body. I closed my eyes for a moment, then shook my lust off and quickly stalked inside to toss the item of clothing onto the bathroom sink without peeking at the bathtub. “Here’s something to wear, baby,” I told her as I hurried back out and down the stairs before I changed my mind.

Dinner was almost ready when I heard the soft smack of bare feet on the hardwood floors. I glanced at the door just as Arya padded inside looking fresh and adorable with her pink cheeks as she twisted the fabric of her borrowed shirt—which fit her more like a dress.

She looked fucking amazing in my clothes, and if it didn’t mean I’d have to blind every man in the world, I’d demand that be all she wore from then on.

“Hey, baby,” I said softly, gesturing for her to come to me while I stirred a pot on the stove. She hurried over and tucked herself under my arm. Arya wasn’t short, more average height, but I was a big guy, so she still seemed small and fragile next to me. It brought out my protective instincts even more, and I had a feeling I was going to spend the rest of my life being a possessive asshole when it came to my soon-to-be wife.