“You need something, mi amor?”
“You… Always you,” she moans, as my fingers thrust inside of her again. I pull them apart, stretching her tight little hole. My dick is dripping, demanding his turn. I slowly take my fingers out, pushing them up to slide against her swollen clit. Her whole body shudders in reaction. I rake across it again, pushing hard when I finish, her head reeling down in pleasure.
“God, mi cielo, you’re always so ready for me. I can barely hold back long enough to prime you.”
“Then don’t!” she urges. “I need you inside of me!”
I shift so my hand reaches around her now so I can keep playing with her clit. I let my other hand slide under her to thrust two inside. I keep up the dual pleasure, letting her ride my fingers while I work her clit until she’s riding me hard and fast.
“Skull, oh fuck… Sweetheart, I’m going to come. I’m going to…”
She can’t finish the sentence as she cries out in a long, loud whine of noise as her body quakes in climax. I hold my fingers on her clit still, just applying pressure while I continue thrusting inside of her with my others. I let her ride it out, and just when I think she’s about to come back down, I take away my fingers, line up my cock, and drive home hard. She cries out all over again, but this time, my groans of pleasure are louder. I pump into her hard and fast. My balls are already tight and I know this is going to be a fucking quick ride.
I manipulate her clit and angle my thrusts, letting my dick hit her G-spot, grinding into her. I can feel my cock swelling even larger, stretching her trembling walls. Just before I go over the edge, I pinch her clit, pushing her into her climax with me.
“Skull!” she cries, the sound of her voice so beautiful as I unload jets of cum deep into her, bathing her insides.
When it’s over, we stay pressed together, her back to my front. I reach up and take her bra off, wrapping my arms around her so I can hold her breasts in my hands.
“Mierda! One day soon, I will manage to hold out fucking you until you’re completely undressed.”
“You don’t hear me complaining…” she says, her voice hoarse and her breathing choppy.
“Si, but it was ill-done of me. Time to make it up to you.”
“Oh, fuck….”
“Did I tell you, mi amor, how much I love it when you curse?” I whisper in her ear, right before I carry her to bed.
Time for round two.
One Month Later
I was starting to think this day wouldn’t happen, but finally I get to make Beth completely mine. Today, on Gabby’s third birthday, we’re finally going to be a family.
We’re getting married at the spot that reminds me of where Beth and I made love in Georgia. I had a dock built just for the occasion. It feels like we’ve come full circle. In the past month, life has been calm. I sent out word to the Donahues that Colin and Matthew were taken care of and that Beth and Katie belonged to the Blaze, though Tucker had me tag on the Saints, too. It appears the old bastard and I are going to be tight allies. I’m okay with that. Tucker is a good man, and he would die in a heartbeat for my wife or my daughter. You can’t ask for more than that.
The club itself has been healing slowly. My relationship with Briar is still a little stilted, but we’re working through it. Torch wasted no time knocking Katie up and, though she’s barely more than a month along, he’s making sure she’s spoiled. Hell, he barely lets her walk anywhere, insisting on carrying her all the time. I half expect him to carry her up the aisle today.
She deserves it. Beth has finally let me in on everything. Though Beth might have more scars on the outside, I’m sure Katie is carrying around some deeper ones on the inside. Redmond, the bastard, actually put Katie on the boat that was rigged to explode. That’s why I thought I lost Beth that day. Katie survived, but not without some heavy burns and a damaged hip on a leg that was already hard for her to walk on because it was a little over an inch shorter than the other. Some of the stories Beth tells me of their time under lock and key with the Donahues still give me nightmares. One thing good about it: I’m obviously marrying a fucking strong woman. Sometimes, I wonder what I ever did to deserve her. I’m a lucky bastard.
That thought only repeats when I hear the piano music start. I’m standing under an arch of roses on the dock. The minister is here as well as Torch, who is serving as my best man, and Tucker, who is standing up for me, too. He’s not walking Beth up the aisle; that was her choice, but she still wanted him to be part of the wedding. It works for me. Besides, I like the bastard. Go figure.