Thumper (Cerberus MC)

“Does my past matter to you?” She shakes her head, and I doubt she has a clue what that means to me. “Then your past doesn’t matter to me either.”

“I just don’t—I haven’t done this much. I don’t want you to be disappointed.”

“Never,” I say as I lower her down.

Her slick, hot heat engulfs the head of my cock, and it’s nearly impossible for me to not close my eyes. The sight of our joining is the only thing that keeps them open.

She whimpers, her face drawing tight.

“You okay?” She nods, taking another inch of me. “You sure? God, you’re fucking tight. Go slow, baby. Take your time.”

Her mouth falls open as I slide home.

“We’re not using a condom,” I remind her, more in warning of how fast this is probably going to go rather than worry about STDs or pregnancy.

“I’m so full,” she whispers, and I take her ignoring my statement as a lack of concern.

“Come here.” I urge her forward until our mouths meet, and I know I’m hitting her right in that spot that needs me the most with this angle when she groans into my mouth.

Her hips start to work, making slow, tentative circles.

“I’ve never felt anything better in my life,” I confess, my teeth digging into her lower lip.

The heat of her breasts is pressed to my chest, knees tucked in tight at my sides, and I’m in absolute heaven.

We’re lips and tongues and teeth as she begins to find her rhythm, hips moving faster.

“I need this,” she says as she pulls back, pressing her hands to my chest so she can move her body up and down.

“Me too,” I confess. “God, just like that.”

I lick my thumb and press it to her clit, making slow circles and watching her face to determine exactly what she needs me to do to get her there.

My nuts are tight, the threat of this ending way too soon a real concern.

“I didn’t know how much I needed this, needed you. God, I’m going to come. Make me come, Javi.”

“Trying,” I grunt, losing focus. “Take it, Cara. Take what you need. It’s yours, baby. All of it.”

Her eyes turn glassy as her hips jolt, the pulse of her heated core gripping me.

“You’re making me come,” I grit out. “Fuck, baby. So deep.”

The first pulse of my cock is a life-altering experience. The second and third are no different, and I know that there will never be a chance I’ll turn my back on this woman. I’m absolutely hers. Signed, sealed, and delivered. She fucking owns me.

Chapter 37

Cara

“Mmm,” I moan when I feel the hot brush of lips on the back of my neck. “Feels so good.”

“Is it too soon to tell you that I never want to fall asleep at night or wake up in the morning without you in my arms?”

I smile into my pillow, our nakedness keeping me warm along with every inch of the blankets on the bed.

“No. I feel exactly the same way, but you must be in desperate need of pain pills if you’re romanticizing a woman who stole all the blankets last night.”

I look over my shoulder, seeing Javier’s bare ass. God, the strength in this man’s body is spectacular. He’s got muscles for days, and his glorious ass is no exception.

“Aren’t you cold?”

He smiles against my shoulder.

“You offering to warm me up?”

I turn in his arms, wondering how long we can get away with holing ourselves up in this room before someone comes knocking wanting to know if we’re still alive.

He presses kisses to my neck and over my shoulder, his mobility a little better. He’s been growing stronger every day, but I know many things are going to hurt him for a while. He has four more days until his stitches can come out.

Once he moves further down, his full body shifting on the bed, his tongue teases my nipples in the most delicious way. My hips flex up, begging for more of what he gave me last night, but he seems quite content to just lavish my breasts with attention. My fingers toy with his dark hair, the light scratch of his beard growth abrading my skin in the most delicious way.

“I’m so happy,” I whisper. “Last night was amazing.”

“I want that with you every day.”

I chuckle. “A man that wants daily sex? No surprise there.”

He lifts his head, resting his chin on my belly as he looks up at me. “The connection, Cara, not just the sex. Of course, I want to bring you as much pleasure as you can handle, but more than that, I just want to live in your orbit. I want to experience everything with you. I want to know when I’m not around that you’re thinking of me as often as I’m thinking of you. I want to be with you. I was serious last night about Kincaid offering me a position with Cerberus and wanting you here with me, but if you want to go, I’ll understand that, too.”