She does exactly that, her eyes glued to the mirror.
I push a finger into her ass. It gains entry so damned easily, I could almost shout in victory. On the second thrust, I add another finger and, again, it slides in without a problem. I stretch her, pulling my fingers apart. She’s tight, unbelievably tight, but she’s dying for more. I grab my cock. Honestly, I’ve been leaking so much pre-cum, it’s probably all I need, but I can’t resist sliding inside of her * one time. I push all the way to the hilt until my dick is scraping her womb, my balls pressed against her.
“Yes!” she yells, her walls squeezing my cock and trembling. She’s a breath away from coming now.
I leave her tight little * for something else, though. Something I’ve been craving. Something I need from her. I line my cock with her ass, letting the head of my cock push into her so that it’s just teasing through the tight ring of muscles.
“That’s it, sweetness. Push back into me and give me your ass. It’s mine. You’re mine. I’ll take care of you.”
“Oh God, Hunter. I’m going to come.”
“Not until I’m buried in your ass. Don’t you dare, Katie.”
“Hurry!” she cries, her body shaking with the need to fall over the edge.
That’s all the encouragement I need. I thrust into that tight ass without stopping. It’s so fucking tight, squeezing me so hard that my balls feel like they’re on fire. I try not to move once I get seated all the way inside, but Katie isn’t having that. Her body is quaking and it’s urging me on as she cries out. I feel the orgasm take her, her hands moving so fast over her clit that she’s shaking from that alone. I pull out and thrust back in. I fuck her ass, hard. Once, twice, three times. On the fourth slam home, I can’t hold it back anymore. Her muscles milk me, her body trembling as she starts a second orgasm, and I know I’m done for. Her ass is so tight that it’s almost too tight, squeezing me so that I can’t come, but I feel it, and my load is so big nothing can hold it back. I scream out her name as I empty inside of her. Her body greedily takes every drop. I stay buried inside of her ass, my hands going to hold her breasts as I try to calm my breathing.
“I could love you, Hunter,” she whispers, like a dirty secret.
“I do love you, Katie. I’m never letting you go.” I don’t even blink saying the words.
“I’m not planning on going anywhere,” she concedes, and I feel like I won a fucking war.
She’s it.
“Where’s Beth’s sister?” Skull demands.
I’m standing in the bathroom at five in the morning and whispering on my phone like a fucking loser. It upsets me. Katie deserves better. For the last couple of days, I’ve been letting Skull listen to our conversations. From the one in the diner before the Saints found us, to the one in the jeep, and even the conversation last night before I claimed Katie. Anything that might give Skull information to find Beth, I’ve been feeding back to my brother. It’s betrayal at its finest.
It would hurt Katie horribly, I know that, even if I am doing it to ultimately protect her, Beth, and Gabby. But Katie wouldn’t see it like that. I want to give her time to come to terms with everything, to decide that letting Skull and Beth come together and work things out was the best for all involved. With the Saints out there, that time has run out. I need to get Katie back to the club so I can keep her safe, and we need Beth and Gabby behind those walls too.
“She’s sleeping in the next room,” I whisper. “Let’s make this quick before she wakes up. What’s the recon on the Saints?”
“Just as you thought,” he answers back. “Colin called them in. They want both girls. The family is calling for their blood because they offed the old man. Half of them think that gives them ground to hang them. The other half are in love with them and want them to rule. Of course, the males want to claim them first. Jesus, that’s the most fucked up family. It’s no wonder Beth is such a goddamn liar.”
“I don’t think she is, Skull. Didn’t you hear Katie? Their father used her to trap Beth.”
“Bullshit. All she had to do was tell me the whole story.”
“You expect a lot out of a young girl of nineteen who just found out her father wasn’t the man she had always thought. Not to mention one that found out her sister was still alive after all this time.”
“Just drop it, Torch. How I deal with Beth is none of your concern. She’ll pay for taking my child away from me. She’ll pay for lying to me. For nearly destroying me.”
“You need to make sure while you’re making her pay that you don’t destroy what you might find together now, brother. Love is rare. You have the child to think about now.”
“What’s making you so fucking philosophical?” he asks.
I could tell him it’s because of what I’ve found with Katie. He’s not in the frame of mind to hear it, though. “I just happen to think Beth was faced with… an impossible situation.”