Cotton: Satan's Fury MC

“I know. It’s hard not to worry though, especially when you’ll be so far away, and … just please be careful.”


“Always,” I told her and dropped my mouth to hers, kissing her long and hard. Her mouth was warm and wet, and all of her little moans and whimpers made my cock ache with need. When she pulled her nightgown over her head, exposing her perfect, round breasts, I was done. I had to have her. I leaned over her and watched the goosebumps rise along her skin as I began to trace the slope of her breast with my fingertips. She was perfect, every damn inch of her, and I was determined to have her… over and over again. I settled myself between her thighs and ran my tongue across the edge of her lace panties, teasing her, tormenting her as she squirmed beneath me. Her scent was intoxicating, and I was overcome with the need to taste her. I slipped her panties down past her ankles while trailing kisses down the thick of her thigh.

I slid my hands under her ass as I lowered my head between her legs and watched as her back arched off of the bed when I brushed my tongue across her clit. Damn. I loved how her body responded instantly to my touch. I couldn’t get enough. I continued to lick and suck her clit while easing my fingers deep inside her, finding the spot that drove her wild. I covered her with my mouth, sucking and nipping until her body jolted and bucked beneath me. With the sounds of her moans echoing through the room, I placed my hands on her thighs, holding her in place while I continued to work her over with my mouth. Her taste had my cock throbbing with an uncontrollable need to be inside her, and when I could wait no longer, I quickly removed my boxers and settled myself between her legs.

I placed my mouth close to her ear and whispered, “I don’t think I’ll ever be able to get enough of you.”

Without saying a word, she pressed her lips to mine in a possessive, demanding kiss and wrapped her legs around my waist, pressing my cock against her. There was no doubt she wanted me just as much as I wanted her, and I had every intention of giving her all I had to give. I spent the entire night making love to her, taking my time to burn every inch of her body into my memory. I wanted to remember every moment, every touch, so I’d have some part of her with me while I was gone.





My hand drifted over to Cotton’s side of the bed, longing to touch him one last time before he left, but I was too late. He was gone. The warm spot where he’d once lain was now empty and cold. I brought my knees up to my chest, curling myself into a ball as I tried to hold it together, but it was no use. Once the first tear fell, I was lost. With tears streaming down my cheeks, I reached for his pillow and was immediately hit with his scent. Damn. How could I already miss him? He’d only been gone for a couple of hours, and I was already a complete mess. I had to stop. Trying to pull it together, I sat up in the bed and wiped the tears from my face. I was too strong to just let myself fall apart. I got up and headed down the hall. As soon as I was in my room, I turned on one of Norah Jones’ soundtracks and blared it while I took a long, hot shower. Even with the distraction of my favorite song, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong, like something bad was going to happen. It was eating at me, and I had to do something to distract myself from my thoughts. Henley was the best distraction I knew, so I set out to find her.

Since we were no longer under lockdown, most of the families had left, but since Maverick was with Cotton, I knew she’d still be at the club. It was still pretty early, so I decided to try their room first. When I tapped on the door, she yelled, “Give me a minute.”

Several minutes passed, but she never came to the door, so I cracked it open and peaked inside. The room was empty, but I heard a commotion in the bathroom. Just as I stepped in the room, she came walking out of the bathroom with a wet rag in her hand, looking like something the cat had dragged in. “What’s wrong with you?”

“Stomach bug or something,” she groaned. “I must’ve caught something from one of the kids.”

“I thought you were feeling better.”

She brushed her hair out of her eyes and said, “I was. I mean… I’ve been a little tired, but then it hit me again this morning.” She sat down on the edge of the bed, looking like she might get sick again, and said, “This sucks.”

“How about some saltines and ginger ale?” I offered.

“I’m fine. Can you just sit here with me for a minute?”

I sat down next to her and placed the palm of my hand on her forehead, checking to see if she had a fever. “I don’t think you have a temp.”

“I’m okay. Just a little tired,” she said, shrugging her shoulders. She paused for a minute, then cocked her head to the side as she brought her hands up to her boobs and lightly squeezed them.

I got tickled watching her and asked, “Feeling yourself up, Sis?”

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