Dax (Silver Saints MC)

We were a sweaty, sticky mess when he finally pulled out and collapsed on the mattress next to me, rolling onto his back and taking me with him. As I cuddled against his chest, a giggle bubbled up my chest.

“What’s so funny, baby?”

I tilted my head back to grin up at him. “I just realized that I gave you my virginity without even knowing your real name.”

“It’s been a long time since anyone’s called me anything but Dax.” His fingers played in my hair as he answered, “But my full name is David Anthony Xavier.”

“I can see why you prefer to be called Dax. That’s a mouthful.”

His palm splayed against my lower back. “Give me a little bit to recover, and I’ll give you a mouthful.”

7

Dax

A small, contented sigh and a round little ass wiggling against my groin woke me. I stilled Arya with a hand on her hip and started to say something but quickly realized she was still asleep. I took the opportunity to lay there and just watch her sleep. She looked happy and satisfied, the corners of her pretty lips tilted up. I loved seeing her like this and knew right then that the only way anyone would ever take her from me was if I was dead. I would walk through the fires of hell for Arya.

And no one would ever love her as much as I did.

She sighed and turned over to snuggle into my chest, causing my arms to close around her on instinct. Her squirming had made my half-hard cock turn to steel, but I silently lectured myself to let her rest. I’d taken her three times before we fell into an exhausted sleep. I kept reminding myself that she was a virgin and needed to recover. I’d told her no when she’d initiated the last round—an effort that deserved a damn medal—but fuck, she was irresistible, and the little minx had driven me crazy on purpose until I’d given in.

As soon as she was ready, though, I was going to spend as much time buried inside her as possible. I should have propped her on a pillow earlier, but I’d been too lost in passion to think. And falling asleep with her cuddled in my arms was a heaven I could never have dreamed up.

It took a while, but eventually I fell back asleep with one hand cupping a supple tit and the other resting on her flat stomach.

The next time I woke up, it was to a soft rumbling sound and an almost inaudible groan of embarrassment. I couldn’t help smiling as I nuzzled my nose into the crook of Arya’s neck and inhaled the sweet scent of her coconut shampoo. “Sounds like it’s time to feed my girl,” I teased before brushing a kiss over her cheek.

Her stomach gurgled again before she could answer, and I tossed my head back and laughed.

“I can wait,” she whispered shyly before shuffling around to face me. She placed a palm on my chest and began to slide it downward. A little more confidence entered her twinkling eyes, and she gave me a sassy smile. “I seem to recall a promise to give me a mouthful.”

I grinned and shrugged. “I can’t help it if it felt so fucking good being inside you that I forgot.”

She blushed prettily, and her fingers wrapped around my dick, giving it a squeeze and causing me to groan. But I shored up all my strength and removed her hand, placing a kiss on the palm. “We have our whole lives to explore each other’s bodies, baby. But I can’t have you passing out on me. Trust me, you’ll need your strength for the things I have in mind for you later.”

Arya laughed, and I gave her a quick kiss before climbing out of bed. I rooted around until I found a pair of pajama pants in my bag and put them on before I carried another shirt to the bed. I crooked my finger, and Arya got up onto all fours and crawled toward me. I nearly swallowed my tongue when I watched her tits sway as she looked up at me through her lashes. Soon, I vowed, those tits were gonna fill my palms while I pounded into her from behind.

She stopped at the edge of the bed and straightened up onto her knees, putting her hands on her hips. “Like what you see, Dax?”

I cleared my throat and tried to speak, but ended up just nodding as I hurried to slip the shirt over her tempting body.

Once Arya was covered, I blew out a breath and scooped her into my arms.

“I can walk,” she giggled.

I shrugged. “I like carrying you.”

Instead of replying, she sighed and laid her head on my shoulder. My heart squeezed, and I had to wonder how anyone lived without this kind of happiness. Arya had become the oxygen I breathed, the sun that lit up my life, the beat of my heart—my everything.