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  “Yes. You were telling me over and over in my ear between feathering kisses down my neck.” My breathing picks up just thinking about it.

  “Then I had to pull out and slide back in while you were gripping me so damn tight. You might have been a virgin back then, but it was me who experienced making love for the first time. When you came the second time, taking me with you, I almost died it was so good. With every pulse my dick released my cum, shooting deep, I was hoping it would hit home. You didn’t know that part. The ol’ladies and my brothers even asked if I wrapped up when they realized we had sex in the bathroom. Scolding me about the risk of pregnancy, while all along it was all I fucking hoped for, because that would mean we would have a life forever linked between the both of us. I wasn’t ever going to give you up. Not then, not when you weren’t within my reach, and not now, or ever for that matter. You’re mine.”

  “Yours,” I croak.

  I can only manage that single word. This man…I can’t believe how stupid I was. What he just told me…He is. He’s…

  Staring into his eyes, I give him the words that mirror the feeling that’s raging inside of me. “I love you.”

  “Damn right you do.” He places his hands on the wall behind me, caging me in, before he leans his head right next to my face. “You want to talk some more? Because I fucking love you too, and I need to feel you wrapped around me again, Spiky. It’s been too fucking long.”

  My hands snake up his waist to his back. Loud banging starts against the wall behind us, along with grunting sounds. My eyes widen.

  Pokey pulls his head back, eyebrows drawn down. “That’s coming from Sico’s room. He’s havin’…”

  A muted voice rumbles through the wall. If we were standing a few feet away, we probably wouldn’t hear it…but now? The both of us so close to the wall?

  Sico’s voice rumbles through the wall loud and clear. “Come for me, I need that tight as hell pussy to make it even tighter in rapid waves, give it to me, Everleigh.”

  “Sico is fucking his ol’lady?” Pokey whispers in disbelief. “And he’s demanding an orgasm? Wait, no…he’s giving one? Fuck. Me. I thought those two couldn’t stand each other, and I know for fucking sure he would never give any chick an orgasm, not by choice anyway.”

  I have to work very hard to keep my laughter to a low volume. “Well a few hours ago Everleigh was complaining about a dry spell. Maybe they both got tired of it.”

  Pokey groans. “That dry spell you mentioned, sweetheart? Ours is worse.” He presses his pelvis against me. “We need to destroy it, right now.”

  Chapter 09

  ***Pokey***

  She shudders against my body. The feel of her between me and the wall is almost my undoing. My dick isn’t even out of my pants and yet, I’m ready to blow. I mentally count to ten so I can draw it out some more.

  Our first time was limited to the time of a bathroom break.

  This time around, I will make sure we don’t have to fucking count the seconds. We have a lifetime ahead of us, so this needs to be how it should have gone the first time. Precious and everlasting. Like the miracle we made the first time our bodies connected.

  I push my hands off the wall and wrap my fingers around her wrist, guiding her to the bed. Slowly, I peel off her dress. Next time I will fuck her in it. Spill one breast and have one of those legs thrown over my shoulder. She will look like Spiky walked right out of the cartoon.

  But this is different. She’s my ol’lady. A whole different fantasy becoming reality. This moment is all about my dream of having the mother of my child, my future wife, the woman I love, in all her naked glory so I can worship her the best way possible. Claiming her as mine by devouring her whole.

  Holding my breath, I look down on her. At the scrap of lace that’s covering her pussy and those hot boots that go all the way up her legs. Captivating. My chest squeezes while my body roars to life with the feelings she ignites inside of me.

  “So damn gorgeous.” I release the air that occupied my lungs so I can lean forward and fill my body with her scent.

  Magnolia with a hint of lime. I have no clue if it’s her shampoo, some kind of lotion, or her perfume, but I only know that it’s Spiky and that it suits her perfectly. Magnolia, the magnificent beauty, no matter what stages it blooms. Then there’s the lime, the fresh part, a little subtle bite, the hint that makes all the difference. A power boost. Like I said, her fragrance tangles with her character.

  “Lie back, sweetheart,” I croak.

  She moves to the middle of the bed and I hold my arms up in front of me. Her face morphs into a wicked gleam when she raises her leg and puts her high heeled boot in my welcoming hands. Slowly I slide it off and let it tumble to the floor before I repeat the action with the other boot.

  I’m still holding her calf and my fingers skim over it. “So fucking soft.”

  It’s like velvet. It’s mesmerizing. Bringing my face down, my lips feather along, going up.

  “Pokey,” she gasps. “Please.”

  A soft chuckle falls from my lips. “Sweetheart, I’ve not even started yet and I’ve already got you begging.”

  Her upper body flashes up and her hands flank my head. With a growl, she drags me up and presses my mouth against her lace covered pussy.

  “Stop playing around, dammit. You’ve been driving me crazy for weeks and weeks. If not months,” she seethes.

  And if I wasn’t as stunned as I am now, I would have laughed. Or flipped her on her hands and knees and smacked that ass before I fucked her from behind. Except, she’s right. No matter how slow or how good I want it to be for her…it will be all-consuming either way.

  My mouth covers her pussy while my teeth hold her clit hostage. Locking eyes with her, I see her panting for her next breath, full blown lust swirling in her eyes. I rub my tongue against the lace that’s already soaked with her wetness, realizing she’s ready for my cock. She’s slick, hot, tight, and all mine. Our gazes stay connected as I gently take a piece of her panties between my teeth and shake my head roughly so it tears.

  “Oh my God.” Her tits rise and fall and it’s fucking mesmerizing.

  They do so even more when my tongue slides through the tears and find her slick, hairless pussy that’s so fucking smooth it’s like I’m licking silk. Growling, I raise on my knees and rip away the rest of her underwear. Stepping off the bed, I unbuckle my belt and let my jeans meet the floor while I toe off my boots.

  Regaining my position, my mouth hovers over her mound as I let my fingers slide over her pussy and up her belly until I’m holding one of her perfect breasts. Not for long though, because the second my teeth scrape over her clit, I have to hold her down.

  Her head is aimed toward the ceiling and I can tell she’s biting her bottom lip. Fuck. I want her eyes on me, her lips available to scream my name. That’s the reason I’m focusing everything on one tiny place. I intend to suck her orgasm right out of that bundle of nerves that’s swelling to one very hard, sensitive nub. I know she’s about to blow because every brush of the tip of my tongue makes her spill moans and vibrations throughout her body.

  There it is. Her chin drops to her chest and her eyes fly open, lips connecting and slipping apart in short gasps. I slide two fingers inside her and immediately she starts to scream my name while her taste intensifies and I’m treated with a full-blown orgasm streaming right into my mouth, her pussy gripping my fingers as a promise of what’s to come if I’d replace it with my cock.

  That’s all it takes. She’s still moaning through her release when my dick is buried to the hilt, embracing the aftershocks. My back feels as if Wolverine paid a visit, but instead the scratches are from Spiky’s nails that are currently digging into my shoulders.

  Her legs are around my waist and compared to me she’s so fucking tiny. I’m on my knees on the bed, my thick thighs spread while she’s straddling me. I’ve got an ass cheek in each hand while her arms are around my neck, fingers gripping my shoulders.
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br />   “Oh, damn. Move, Pokey…I need…” She gasps in hot breaths against my naked skin that’s already covered in sweat because I’m trying like hell to hold back.

  “Oh, damn.” I have no other option but to repeat her words.

  She’s rotating her hips like she’s putting in a screw and yet it’s my dick she’s driving deep. My fingers dig into her lush ass and I start to lift and guide her down in a rhythm that satisfies us both.

  “Fuck, Spiky, you’re so damn tight.” My rapid breath and the bouncing is making her hair slap my face.

  Her breasts are rubbing against me. How can she be so fucking tiny and yet have me all wrapped up, lodged deep inside her heart and body that feels like the home I’ve always wanted and needed?

  “That’s because…” A delicious moan breaks her words. “You’re so…so…aw…oh, yes….big.”

  The screams due to her orgasm are abruptly silenced when her teeth sink into my skin. Her vice grip on my dick that’s strangling the shit out of it has no other option but to surrender. My balls draw up and I start to pump the cum her pussy demands. I feel like it’s an explosion that rips from me and into her.

  Somehow I am still on my knees on the bed, holding her tight. I feel like they will buckle, as if all my energy is drained so I lean forward and take her with me, spreading her out on the bed. I’m leaning on one arm, hovering above her, staring at her beauty. My finger traces from her temple down her cheek, gently skimming her bottom lip.

  “So damn gorgeous and all mine,” I murmur.

  Lowering myself a little more, I brush the tip of my nose against hers. My dick moves inside her, making the results of our orgasms slide out.

  “Oh, that feels messy.” Spiky chuckles.

  Even if my dick is half erect and still lodged deep, it feels fucking magnificent instead of her referring to it as messy. Sliding an inch in and out ever so slowly makes my dick swell back to fully erect.

  “How about now, Spiky? Still feels messy?” I whisper against her mouth, nipping her bottom lip.

  She moans, making me swallow the enticing sound.

  “Messy is…” She freezes underneath me.

  Her eyes flash open with a look of panic, her nails digging down deeper into my back.

  “Mind easing up there, Wolverine? You already sliced up my back a moment ago. There’s no reason to panic. We’re both here, mind blowing orgasms happening on our way to getting more, our kid is safe in his own bed and…”

  Both of her hands are now gripping my head and I pray to fuck she leaves her nails out of it. “Mind blowing orgasms led to a kid last time. Now you did it again and…”

  I can’t help the roaring laughter that breaks free, except I do have some sudden regret when I feel those nails in my neck.

  “I’m serious, don’t laugh,” she seethes.

  I’m robbed from both laughing and replying back when there’s a knock on the door and my VP’s voice rumbles through it. “Yo, Pokey, I need a word.”

  Fuck. Right now? With my dick dipped in heaven where it’s meant to be? Hell no. “Is anyone dying, Dams? Austin’s okay? Life threatening shit you guys can’t handle on your own?”

  “Austin is fine. Yeah, we can handle it, I guess,” Dams mutters against the door.

  Spiky’s head turns. “Then handle it, we’re kinda in the middle of something very important here. Like life changing discussions.”

  “Right. Well…remember I asked you two, okay? Talk later.” Dams’ voice penetrates the door one more time.

  The interruption is forgotten when I feel her walls clenching around me, my cock yet again hard as a rock.

  I grab that amazing body my dick is still lodged in and flip us, so she’s now hovering over me. We need to get back to the discussion we were having. Like she mentioned to Dams just now, life changing discussions.

  “Austin is going to need a little brother or sister, both for that matter.” I drag my lips softly over hers. “Now is as good a time as any. Besides, people would fucking wish a kid comes with every mind blowing orgasm. That’s just the bonus sweetheart, it takes a little more than that.”

  She leans back and with that takes me deeper. Fuck. With her crossing her arms underneath those amazing tits that spill…

  “Sweetheart,” I groan. “I’m gonna hit you with more cum with my next breath if you don’t stop looking so fucking sexy.”

  I instantly regret my words when she stands up, making my dick slide out. But then she turns and throws a leg over me, grabs my dick and impales herself again. My hands fist the bedsheets while all the air leaves my body. Holy fucking hell.

  She glances over her shoulder. “There, now you can stare at my ass. Not so fucking sexy looking now, huh?”

  I seriously have to swallow about four times before I grease up my mouth enough to form actual words.

  “Sweetheart?” I croak.

  Slowly releasing the sheets, I drag them over and grip the ass that’s molded on top of my groin.

  “I would say this is even worse, but in fact…dammit woman, you take my breath away no matter what angle of your body you wave in front of me.”

  Spiky’s walls clench around my dick.

  “Oh.” She gasps in pleasure and places her hands on my thighs, raising herself before sliding back down.

  “Wow…” Another moan tumbles from her lips. “The angle matters.” Her breathing picks up, as well as her movements. “This feels so…sooo,”

  She doesn’t get to add another word because when my thumb grazes her asshole she comes simultaneously. Spiky is moaning out her release while I take over the rhythm to pick up speed. I watch as my dick sinks into her heat. Pulling out, it’s glistening with our juices before I sink back in. I’m holding the air inside my body until spots appear in my vison. My cum starts shooting out while I roar in utter satisfaction, edging on the brink of passing out in euphoria.

  I would have gladly handed over my soul to the devil if it means I get to spend the rest of my life in this bed with my woman. Except I’m afraid it’s impossible because the woman that’s on top of me with my dick lodged deep in her is already the proud owner of said soul and heart. Something tells me I’m not getting them back any time soon. No regrets whatsoever.

  Chapter 10

  ***Orianna***

  Waking up with a delicious, and yet ever so present soreness between my legs is amazing. Just as the man that’s still sleeping beside me. Sneaking out of the bed, I jump into the shower and let the hot water flow over me. After that, I dry off and stroll back inside Pokey’s room.

  We packed an overnight bag and Pokey grabbed it out of the car late last night. I manage to grab a pair of jeans and a soft blue sweater out of it along with a fresh set of underwear, praising myself for the fact that I put my sneakers in there too, so I don’t have to wear those high heel boots again.

  I bend over to tie my laces when I’m suddenly grabbed from behind by two strong arms. “Open invitation, sweetheart? Offering that ass of mine up in the air like that?”

  My breathing picks up and a jolt of electricity flows through my body. By the husky chuckle that caresses my ear, I know he feels what he does to me.

  I huff, or maybe it’s closer to a moan, with Pokey pressing his body tight against me. “I…”

  He chuckles again. “You sore, sweetheart?”

  Lie. Lie. Lie. “Ummm, no.”

  “That bad, huh?” He pulls away and smacks my ass. “Go have coffee first. We’ll save the next round for tonight, because I know every inch of your body, every twitch, and every crack in your voice. All of that is telling me you’re lying and you’re more than a little bit sore, so we’re gonna give that tight pussy of mine a few extra hours to rest up before I kiss and make it…well, I would say better but in fact it will be sore again, so…” Again, with the sexy chuckle. There should be a law against that. “I’m gonna grab a quick shower. You hunt down some coffee and get me one too, I’ll be there in five minutes.”

  I hightail out
of his room and stroll into the main room of the clubhouse in search of coffee. The search doesn’t take long because there’s a machine behind the bar that seems to be easy enough. I place a hot cup of steaming black goodness on the bar, and make myself busy with the next one. I’ve just finished making Pokey’s cup when I see Sico leaning against the bar.

  I place the coffee next to mine and see a hand snaking over Sico’s shoulder. He slaps it away as if he’s been burned. Glancing over his shoulder, he narrows his eyes, his face a mirror of disgust.

  “Those slit-animals need to be exterminated.” Sico growls. “All of them.” He dodges a woman that looks like she’s late for her shift on a street corner.

  Pokey comes up to me and wraps his arms around my waist, pulling my back to his front. “Didn’t hear you complain all that much last night, Sico.” Pokey nuzzles my neck before he continues. “It was more like you were quite content with one of those…slit-animals.”

  What the hell is wrong with Sico? I mean, what kind of guy would refer to woman as…

  “You heard nothing. Nothing.” Sico sneers and steps away from the bar to stalk toward us. “And for fuck’s sake, you shouldn’t ever call them that, dumbass.”

  “Hey,” I snap while I jab a finger against his chest. “Don’t refer to him as a dumbass. And he would never call them that, he was laying it out there in your terms, about the one we heard you with last night.”

  “Don’t,” Sico croaks as he steps back. “Don’t mention that one.” His eyes are filled with pain.

  What the hell? My hand falls away.

  “Shit,” I mutter. “Did she screw you, then bail?”

  “None of your fucking business,” Sico snaps, the asshole clearly back in place, as he stalks away.

  Pokey leans his head on my shoulder. “I really wish we could tell him.”