Marrying an Asshole (Dirty Fuckers MC 3)

As he slid two fingers inside her, his thumb stroked over her clit. She cried out his name, wishing it was his dick inside her as he stroked her to release.

“I feel your cunt, baby, it’s begging for me, begging for my dick. Do you want it?”

“Yes, please, yes, I want it.”

He spun her around, pressed her up against the tile wall, and lifted her up. It always amazed her how easily he lifted her. To him, it was like she had no weight, when she knew the truth.

Wrapping her legs around his waist, she gasped as he thrust deep inside her, filling her.

“Fuck, so tight. Always so tight.”

She wrapped her arms around his neck, holding him tightly as he started to fuck her. Pixie took his time at first, driving in and out of her. She wanted him to go deeper, to take her so completely.

Pixie wouldn’t be rushed. He took his time, making love to her.

When she couldn’t stand it anymore, he started to fuck her harder. There was no need to contain her sounds, and the freedom to finally be with him liberated her.

“Yes, please, please. Oh my God, Pixie.”

He drove her to orgasm. She clutched him tightly as he found his own release.

Chapter Nine

With Chloe being in the hospital, Lucy expected Dane to come and visit her. It wasn’t a surprise when later that night the doorbell rang. She’d changed the locks years ago when he first left. With three kids, she didn’t want to risk their safety just because she thought he was coming back.

Opening the door, she stared at the man that no longer resembled her husband. The man she had once loved with all of her heart was gone. The only clue to her that Dane had been that man was his eyes. She’d loved staring into his eyes, and it had been the first thing that enthralled her about him all those years back in Vegas.

Dane, the man she loved, hadn’t been so muscular, or covered with as many tattoos. He rarely grew facial hair either. Their son, Ryan, resembled the young Dane so much. This man though, she didn’t know him.

“Can I come in?” he asked.

She opened the door and turned toward the kitchen.

The youngest two were asleep, but Ryan was in his room. She didn’t know if he’d heard the door, or if he’d even want to talk to his father. Dane leaving had really screwed with Ryan’s head, and with her heart.

“You don’t seem surprised to see me.”

“Chloe’s in the hospital. James took over, and he gave everyone instructions. He’s the most consistent guy out of all the club, and I guessed he’d be taking the night shift. You don’t become a priority anymore.” She put the kettle on, grabbing them out two cups. “Say what you want to say.”

“I’m not signing the divorce.”

“Why not?”

“I don’t want to divorce you.”

She laughed. “You’re priceless.”

“I love you, Lucy.”

She spun around, glaring at the man that had ripped her heart out, and stomped on it. “No, you don’t. You never really did.”

“Lucy.”

“No. I want a divorce. I don’t want to be married to you. I haven’t wanted to be married to you for a long time. The club tried looking for you. Did you know that?”

“I figured they would.”

“Good old Dane. He’ll be found when he wants to be found. You didn’t want to be found though, did you? No, he wanted to stay away, and pretend he was something he wasn’t.” She finished making them a cup of tea.