She barely takes a breath, before moving her hips back and forth. Fast.
“Slow down, little dove. We have all night.”
“Shh.”
My girl actually shushed me. I laugh and grip her hips tighter. “Need it?”
“So fucking bad. We’re going to fuck more than once tonight, Chaser,” she warns without opening her eyes or slowing down.
Damn, my girl means business.
“I’m so mad at you.” Her eyes pop open, and she drills me with a hard stare that’s almost scary in its intensity, while she’s riding my cock like her life depends on it.
“I’m mad at me, too.”
“You stole my virginity.” She thumps down hard, and I groan with pleasure. “Turned me into your cock-crazed little slut. And then took it away, you selfish ass.”
Fuck me, this is the hottest sex-talk Mallory’s ever engaged in. “I’m a very bad boy.”
“The worst,” she agrees.
“Fuck me harder. Punish my dick for letting you down.”
She lets out these sexy little moans and grunts. Her breathing choppy, signaling she’s about to come.
There’s no hotter sound in the world. What the fuck was I thinking ever choosing drugs over fucking my girl?
I hang on as long as I can, letting her use me for her pleasure. But as soon as she tightens around me and moans loud enough to shake the walls, fire shoots down my spine, and I end up coming seconds after she finishes.
She collapses against me, murmuring sweet little sounds against my neck. Her hips keep moving, milking me dry.
This sobriety thing is awesome. Don’t think I’ve ever come so hard in my life. Best high in the world.
Carefully, she lifts herself and crumples next to me. I brush my hand through her hair for a couple seconds. “You all right, little dove?”
“My heart’s racing.”
“Sounds promising.”
She chuckles and snuggles up against me.
Her hand lazily drifts over my chest, soothing and tickling at the same time. I capture it and kiss her fingertips. “Missed this. You know how much I love you, right?”
“I do,” she whispers.
“Loved hearing you admit you’re my cock-crazed little slut, too. That was hot.”
She blushes and buries her face against my chest. I trace my fingers over the curve of her shoulder and down her arm. As excited as I am to be fully functioning again, it’s not the sex I missed the most.
It’s this.
The contentment that spreads through my body and settles my soul when she’s near.
I swallow hard. “I’m so sorry, Mallory.”
She peers up at me. “For?”
“Everything. Thank you for sticking with me, even though I’ve been such a miserable bastard.”
She’s quiet for a few seconds, but she restlessly rubs her fingers faster over my chest. “I went to the library to read up…I knew it was a symptom of the withdrawal.” She blinks and flattens her hand over my heart. “I can’t lie and say I didn’t consider going back to L.A. more than once.”
Shame twists my insides, but it’s better than the nothing I felt before. “I wouldn’t have blamed you if you did.”
“Your dad seemed surprised that I stayed.”
“Is that one of the things you talked about?”
She narrows her eyes. “Yes, when you were off getting high.”
“What else did he say?”
She taps her chin as she tries to remember. “Oh, he thought having a baby might be a good way to get you sober.”
“Jesus Christ. Seriously?”
“Uh-huh.”
“While that’s definitely in my future plans, now isn’t the time.”
“That’s pretty much what I told him.”
I can’t help laughing, imagining my father’s reaction.
Well, damn. The thought of Mallory carrying my kid gets my dick hard again. She notices, and the corner of her mouth quirks. “Already?”
“Seems so.”
She kisses my chest and then sits up, arranging herself on all fours. I reach out and slap her ass. In response, she wiggles her hips and glances at me over her shoulder.
Fuck if I’m gonna turn her invitation down. I kneel up and grab her hips, barely pausing before burying my cock in her.
“Ah!” she gasps, lowering to her elbows and arching her back.
“Too much?”
“No. Harder.”
“Fuck.” I shove a few pillows under her hips and pound into her like the future of the entire world depends on it.
It seems like now that my dick has made a full recovery, I can’t keep it out of Mallory.
Chapter Forty-Two
Mallory
The day I’ve been dreading is here.
While I’m grateful Chaser’s back to normal, it means we have to visit my father.
“Babe, we can’t put this off any longer.” Chaser’s voice is gentle but determined.
“I know. I’m ready.”
“I’ll have Dad set it up.”
I’d gone shopping again, picking up a conservative hunter-green knit dress to wear to visit my father.
Mr. Adams moves fast, because the next morning, I find myself in the passenger seat of a black and red Ford Bronco. Chaser glances over and sets his hand on my knee.
“Everything will be okay,” he assures me.
Four of his club brothers ride behind us on their motorcycles. I had asked why so many people were necessary. Chaser gave me some vague explanation about safety precautions and territory.