Marrying an Asshole (Dirty Fuckers MC 3)

Late that night Pixie stared up at the ceiling with Suzy curled up against him. He’d seen the sadness in her eyes, and also the fear. She really didn’t think she was good enough for him, and that was so far from the truth.

He wanted to own every single part of her, all the time. He couldn’t even recall a time when he didn’t think about her, need her. James and Drake had each talked about their need, and he’d always thought it would be a nightmare. Never had he known jealousy like he did with Suzy. When he’d visited her at work, it had driven him crazy watching men flirt with her.

She never saw it, but then, she wasn’t a guy.

Turning to look at her, he stroked a finger down her cheek. She sighed, and snuggled in against him. He should leave, but each day that he fell asleep with her in his arms it got harder to leave her.

After their little argument, they had eaten something, watched a little television, and then made love well into the night.

Suzy sighed and ran her hand across his chest. “Are you leaving tonight?” she asked, startling him.

“I thought you were asleep.”

“I was.” She held him a little tighter. “You don’t have to leave if you don’t want to.”

“You sure?”

“You’re the one who always left. I never actually told you to.” She rested her head on his chest. “You’re so comfortable.”

He didn’t want to leave.

“I’m going to stay here.”

“Okay.”

Wrapping his arms around her, he kissed the top of her head, and closed his eyes. Sleep came to him quickly.

There was no way he’d been asleep all that long before an alarm was blaring, and waking him up.

Opening his eyes, he glanced down to see Suzy moaning as she rolled over, and turned her alarm clock off.

Even though he didn’t feel like he’d been sleeping all that long, it was still the best sleep he’d ever had.

“Crap, I’ve got to get ready.” She climbed out of the bed, and he watched her ass wiggle as she left the room.

He could get used to this.

She appeared back in the bedroom. “Do you have anywhere else to be?”

“I’ll take you to the club, but right now, I have another little problem.”

“What problem?” she asked.

He moved the blanket out of the way, showing off his morning wo

od.

“Don’t all men have that?”

“Yep.”

She folded her arms. “What exactly do you want me to do with that?”

“Come here.” He held his hand out, and she moved toward him. Pixie took hold of her hand, and pulled her so that she fell against him. He moved her so that she straddled his lap.

“Now, I’ve got something even better.” He lifted her up, and aligned his cock against her entrance.

Sliding a finger inside her, he found she was already wet.