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Satisfy Me – A Ravage MC Valentine Collection Copyright © 2015 by Ryan Michele

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CRUZ & PRINCESS CHAPTER 1—CRUZ CHAPTER 2—PRINCESS CHAPTER 3—CRUZ CHAPTER 4—PRINCESS CHAPTER 5—CRUZ

TUG & BLAZE CHAPTER 1—BLAZE CHAPTER 2—TUG CHAPTER 3—BLAZE

GT & CASEY CHAPTER 1—CASEY CHAPTER 2—GT CHAPTER 3—CASEY CHAPTER 4—GT ABOUT ME…

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To all my readers. Love you all.

“Daddy.” In my groggy state, I can barely make out the muffled word. I just passed out not too long ago and my body is rooted to the bed, face smashed into my pillow. It’s gotta be a dream; Coop can’t be up yet. I roll over onto my back, covering my eyes with my arm, and let sleep pull me back under. “Daddy.” This time, the word’s whispered stronger and with much more impatience. Shit. This isn’t a dream. I slowly open my eyes, light filtering into the room through the gap in the curtains. My eyes squint against the brightness. I focus somewhat on my boy, standing by the side of the bed, his brown hair sticking out in every direction from his own sleep, just like mine, and a wide smile across his face. His expectant blue eyes are bouncing with excitement. In his hands is something red and shaped kind of like a heart. He’s clutching it so tightly to his chest, with his arm across the back of it, that I really can’t tell. “What’s going on, Coop?” I ask quietly so as to not wake up Princess. She has been in bed about the same amount of time as me and I know she’s wiped. She better damn well be since fucking her until she passed out was at the top of my agenda last night. And it was a success. With Coop, we have to get it whenever we can and recently, it’s been when he’s asleep. Any other time, he finds some way to cock block me. Love the kid to death, but he’s gotta give me a break. “Daddy, it’s Valentime’s Day. We gots to make Mommy bekfast.” His declaration shakes me out of my groggy stupor. Valentine’s Day? Really? I wipe the sleepiness away, everything in the room becoming clearer. Princess is not the hearts and flowers kind of woman. My woman is more motorcycles and leather, but shit, I need to do something for her. How are guys supposed to remember this shit? Fuck me. Coop bounces on his little feet, his wide eyes conveying, Come on, Daddy. I groan as I slowly roll out of bed, grab my shorts from the dresser and then slip them on. “Come on, buddy.” I rub his messy hair before he runs out of the room. I follow him to the kitchen, albeit at a much slower pace. Thank God Princess set up the coffee pot; all I have to do is switch it on. Damn, I love that woman. I watch Coop dart around the kitchen, and curse the dark brew for not working fast enough. How do these little people have

so much damn energy? Cooper pulls boxes of cereal out of the cabinet, setting them on the table. I spy the red paper he was holding laying next to the cereal and pick it up, smirking. The heart has tons of shit stuck to it, like he just went through our junk drawer and cabinets then glued on anything he could find. Torn paper, macaroni noodles, some little foam heart-shaped things, rice, and many other little bits and pieces are stuck to it, including one of his little green army men. In the middle of the heart, Mom is written in all capital letters, and it looks as if he traced over someone else’s writing with a black crayon. No doubt Ma helped him make this. The letter C is scribbled toward the bottom. We have been working with him on writing his name—well, Princess has, I don’t have the patience for that shit. I’m more of the wrestling around on the floor and teaching him to be a man kind of guy. Somehow between Princess and me, we make it work. “You like it?” Coop asks, coming up beside me, hope glittering in his little eyes. My boy kicks ass. “Hell yeah, I do. Who helped you?” I bend down on one knee, giving Coop my full attention. “Gamma helped me. Said I hab to tell Mommy I lube her.” Grandma comes out missing the r and the nd. Princess enrolled Coop in some speech classes. He’s getting better, but it’s a work in progress. Princess and I can understand him, but I don’t want my boy getting made fun of for not talking right. No fucking way. “Buddy, you do that every day.” I put the heart down and look into his eager eyes, a reflection of the ones I see in the mirror everyday. “I knows, but Gamma said today’s spessial.” I personally never found the day to be special in any sort of way. Sure, I’ve fucked on this day. Hell, lots of women go out just for that reason, but I’ve never had one that I truly cared for and loved. What the fuck am I supposed to do? I rise up just as the coffee pot dings. After pouring and taking a sip, I’m a bit more ready to start this adventure my boy has in store for us. “All right, buddy, what do you want to make Mom?” “Pantakes, cerweel, toast, bacon and…” He trails off, putting his finger to his temple like he’s contemplating the most strategic move he’ll ever make in his life. I chuckle. “Turkey!” he finishes. “Well, buddy, we can do cereal and toast. I’ll take a shot at the pancakes and bacon.” I do not cook. I can grill shit, but that is about the extent of my cooking abilities. Takeout and bologna sandwiches were my close friends before Princess came along. Now, we hardly order out. She cooks, takes care of the house and us boys. We’d be lost without her. But for my boy, I’ll give this a try. Might burn the fucking house down, but what the hell? “I weel help.” I let out a deep breath, knowing the kitchen will be shit when we are finished. Any time Princess lets Coop help, I swear she spends an extra hour cleaning shit up, but she says that she wouldn’t change it for the world. After an hour, the kitchen looks like Betty Crocker threw up on every surface imaginable. Not to mention, splatters of the pancake mix are on the floor, countertop, and ceiling. Coop cracked the eggs in the bowl, so I had to dig out the shells, lots of shells, and I wouldn’t be surprised if there are still some in

there. Then I burned the first batch of pancakes. Flat out blackened those motherfuckers. I got sidetracked with the damn bacon, which came out a little on the crispy side, but it will work. The second and third batch of pancakes came out okay. I think the third is less gooey in the middle, but whatever. Coop insists that we take all this shit up to the bedroom, and luckily, he decided not to make the cereal and toast after all. Any little bit to help lighten this load is appreciated on my end. We walk into the bedroom and Coop puts his index finger to his lips, telling me to be quiet. His excitement is pretty contagious. I balance the plate of food and orange juice in my hands, and try to keep quiet for him. Princess is sprawled out on her stomach, the blanket thankfully covering her ass yet showing a great view of her hot-as-shit back, one I fucking love kissing up and down. My damn dick immediately takes notice. I can’t will him down, so why bother. Coop moves to her side of the bed and shakes her shoulder. Princess groans, her head moving to the side. “Mommy, wake up.” His cheerful tone has Princess opening her eyes, her hair a tussled mess from me pulling the hell out of it. “What’s going on, Coop?” She brushes the locks out of her eyes and yawns deep. She pulls the sheet over her body and gives Coop her attention. That’s another thing I fucking love about my girl. She loves my boy down to her core, can’t ask for anything better than that. Coop is hers and I dare any motherfucker to tell her different. “Happy Valentime’s Day, Mommy.” He holds out the paper heart and Princess scoots up the bed, taking the sheet with her. A hint of a tear forms in the corner of her eye, but her smile is wide for our boy. She inspects the Valentine, studying it as if it were the most precious thing in the world. It seems like it actually is when she chokes back her tears and clears her throat. Is it bad that I love how Coop gets to her? This strong, vivacious woman? And my motherfucking ass is the only one that gets to see this side of her. I love that shit. “Cooper, this is the best Valentine that I have ever gotten. Come here.” Princess pats the bed and Cooper climbs up with a jump, using the sheet to help him. “Cruz, can you toss me that tee?” She points to mine on the floor and I give her my with-what-fucking-hand look. She says nothing. Sighing, I set the juice on the table and grab the damn shirt, throwing it a little harder than I needed to and smacking her in the face with it. She smiles in a devious way, pulling it over her body, and I know she’ll pay me back later. Bring it. Her arms wrap around Cooper, pulling him tight to her body. This right here is why I’m a lucky fucking man. “I love you, Cooper. You know that, right?” “I knows dat. Gamma said it’s spessial today.” He pulls back, looking up at her face, then kisses her on the cheek. Every bit of love that boy has is pouring out of him without words. Princess’s eyes meet mine. Her heart is melting. She may be hard on the outside but she is so full of love, it floors me how much this woman gives to those that she cares about. She gives her all. She gives us her all.

“Cooper wanted to make you breakfast.” I hand her the plate. She glances down at it then up at me. Her smile is so damn wide and I know that inside, she’s laughing her ass off because I cooked. What-thefuck-ever. “Thanks, baby.” She looks into my eyes, and I bend down to drop a chaste kiss on her lips. Then she turns to our boy. “This is the best breakfast ever. Thank you.” “Eat!” His excited yell makes Princess jump, the fork crashing to the bed. Princess releases Coop then picks up the utensil and bites into the food. Her eyes lock on mine. “Babe, this is good.” Yeah, fucking right. She’s just saying that shit in front of Coop. “No really. This is good.” Damn woman always knows what I’m thinking. She digs back into the food with exuberance. Shit, she really likes it. “I’m having you make these more often.” Fuck. Knew there was a damn catch. I say nothing but know from the look on her face, she gets me. She shovels in another bite. “Are you guys eating?” “Ours is in the kitchen.” I sit on the end of the bed. She sets her fork on the plate and throws off the covers. “Let’s go so you guys can eat with me.” Coop scurries off the bed and heads out the door. Before Princess walks past, I snag her around the waist and bring her to me. Damn, she’s sexy as hell. Her plate of food is wedged between us like a barrier. As if that’d stop me. “Happy Valentine’s Day, baby.” My lips meet hers in a soft kiss, one that isn’t nearly enough. “Love you.” Then I take. I take so fucking hard, her other hand grips the plate, clutching it so she doesn’t drop it. Our tongues intertwine and the sweetness from the syrup invades my mouth, turning my already hard dick to stone. Reluctantly, I pull back, loving the swept away expression on my woman. “You had no fucking clue,” she taunts, coming out of her haze from the kiss. “What? You want flowers and all that bullshit?” I ask, not giving in to her smartass remark. She stands up on her tiptoes and gives me a quick kiss. “Nope. I have other things planned for you later.” An evil smirk raises the corner of her lips and her eyes suck me in. Fuck me. I may not have gotten a lot of sleep, but who gives a fuck. I’ll lose any amount of sleep to be inside my girl. “And what’s that?” Taking the plate out of her hand, I set it next to the orange juice on the table. I pull her tight against me, her tits smashing into my chest not helping my hard on one bit. “Can’t tell you now, but Ma is watching Cooper here in…” She trails off and glances down at the clock, and for some reason, my eyes follow like the damn thing is going to answer for her. “About fortyfive minutes. Her and Pops are going to spend the day and night with him.” “That’s the best fucking news I’ve ever heard.” I crush my lips to hers in a punishing kiss that sucks the oxygen away from both of us. She grips my shoulders so tight she may fall down if she lets go. Exactly like I like her. When I pull away, Princess has the best fucking gleam in her eyes, the look of a happy woman. And here in about forty-five minutes, she’ll be a sated one too. “Let’s go have breakfast with our boy, then we can take him to Ma’s, come back, and take a shower.”

She swivels her hips grinding her hot pussy into my dick. The only thing stopping us is my shorts, and I could pull those fuckers down in an instant, throw her on the fucking bed, stick my dick so far in her she’ll feel it in her throat. “Mommy! Daddy!” But with a three-year-old running around, that’s not possible. Fuck me. Reluctantly, I pick her plate up while she slips in to some shorts, and we go have breakfast with our boy.

After cleaning off a spot on the table for us to eat, we did. When Coop handed me the Valentine earlier, it took a lot to keep myself in check. I’m not a crier, but I could not help the well of tears that wanted to escape my eyes. Coop is the light of my life, along with Cruz, of course. But there’s something about that connection between a mother and her child. Something that I never expected to find. Now that I have it, I won’t ever let it go. That bond is so damn tight, nothing and no one could ever break it. And if they tried, I’d put a bullet in their head. Cruz, that hunk of a man, cooked. I tried not to smile at the thought, but it didn’t work. That man burns everything and I mean everything. He had canned chili on the stove and scorched it so bad, I had to throw the pan away. Then one time, he put chicken patties in the oven and forgot about them until smoke filled the house, setting off all the smoke detectors. He ended up throwing them outside and not even the neighborhood dogs would eat them. But I love him and it is the thought that counts. Not to mention, the food is actually really good. I wasn’t lying to him. He will definitely be making me pancakes again. Even if it does torment him. My luck he’ll bend me over his knee, which is another win for me. In a million years, I never imagined I would be this happy. I never thought I’d have a family of my own. Growing up in the club, I didn’t see this life in my future. I didn’t see myself becoming my mother. I didn’t know I wanted all of this so badly until meeting Cruz and Coop. The moment that little guy called me mommy, I was done for. “Baby?” Cruz’s words ring in my ears as happy thoughts traipse through my brain. “You look a thousand miles away. What’s up?” I focus my attention on him, sitting at the table across from me, eyebrow quirked. “I’m happy, babe. That’s it,” I answer honestly and Cruz gives me a small smirk, reaching over to take my hand and giving it a squeeze. Shit. I almost forgot. I release his hand and get up swiftly. “Be right back.” I run to the hall closet—why? It’s the best hiding spot in the house because it has cleaning supplies

and towels. Neither of my boys want anything to do with either. Therefore, they stay the hell out of it. I grab the two white boxes and head back to join my boys. “Come here, Coop.” My little guy climbs off his chair and rushes over to me. I pick him up, setting him on my lap. “I got something for you, too.” I hand him one of the boxes containing a large, solid milk chocolate heart covered in red foil. It might be kind of corny, but it is something that Ma never forgot and now neither will I. Both GT and I always received a heart just like this one on Valentine’s Day from Ma and Pops. Of course, she wrote his name on the outside of it, but it’s the thought that counts. It’s one of the small traditions we have. Coop grabs the box and shakes it like a toy. “It perty, Mommy. Wha is it?” My heart breaks; I just know he hasn’t had anything like this before. That no-good, piece-of-shit incubator didn’t give a shit about him. I don’t know how anyone could not love and adore this little guy. I want to give him the world. I smile down at my boy, fighting to keep my thoughts from showing on my face. “It’s chocolate, buddy. When I was a kid, Grandma used to give Uncle GT and me chocolate hearts just like this every Valentine’s Day. And you know the best part?” “Wha?” He takes his adorable little eyes off the package for one moment as he asks but quickly focuses back on the box. “The best part is we got to eat it right after breakfast every year.” I rub my hand over his belly and he starts to laugh. “Can I eap it?” Coop looks over at Cruz then up at me. I glance at Cruz. He’s sitting back in his chair, lip turned up on the side, just watching our exchange. “Yep. This is from me and Daddy.” Of course, Cruz had no idea, but I’d never tell Cooper that. Cruz and I are in this together and if I have to help him along the way, I have no problems with that. I didn’t expect him to remember and hell, it’s a bullshit holiday anyway. I tell my boys I love them all the time, but I needed to do this tradition with them. Something that I can pass on. Fuck, where the hell is all this sentimental bullshit coming from? It’s gotta be a mom thing. I swear it’s changed me. “Wheelly?” Coop’s excitement blasts through the room. He knows he usually can’t have sweets until later in the day. I don’t have many rules for him, but I made this one when I found him standing on a chair in front of the pantry eating a full pack of candy bars at seven in the morning. I’m not an expert, but that can’t be good. “Yep. You want me to help you open it?” Coop pulls the box away like it’s his lifeline and no one is touching it. “No.” He hops down and turns to me. “Tank you, Mommy.” My heart melts. He uses his index finger in a come here motion so I bend down level with his face. He places a very slobbery kiss on my cheek. Warmth fills every crevice of my body. I suck in every bit of this moment. “You’re welcome, buddy.” Coop heads over to Cruz, doing the same thing. I just stare at them; I love watching my boys together. There is something about their interactions that mesmerize me. Cruz always

says he doesn’t know what he’s doing, but he’s a quick learner. As am I. “Tanks, Daddy.” Coop bounces on his toes in excitement just as Cruz wraps his arms around him, lifting him up off the ground. Coop laughs as Cruz tickles him, and it is the most beautiful sight a woman could see. A strong tough sexy man loving his child. It doesn’t get better than that. “You’re welcome.” Cruz sets him down. “Now, go eat it.” Coop runs off and I can hear the ripping of the cardboard box as he goes. Cruz’s eyes flash to me. “You’re a hell of a mom.” My throat tightens, but I choke that shit down and slide the other box across the table. Cruz follows the movement with his eyes, and then looks back up at me. “For me?” “I couldn’t get Coop one and not you. You might think I’m picking favorites or some shit. Can’t have that,” I joke, waving my hand like it’s no big deal. Really, it’s not. I knew Cruz wasn’t into that shit and it doesn’t bother me one bit. Fire burns in his eyes and my pussy clenches. I still find it unreal how just a look from him can set me off. “When do we take Coop to Ma’s?” I turn to the clock. Oops. “Shit. In about ten minutes.” I still have to pack for him. “Good. I can’t wait to fuck you uninterrupted. All. Damn. Day.”

“You’re here!” Ma exclaims from the door. Coop runs into her arms, almost knocking her over. “Happy Valentime’s Day, Gamma!” Coop yells then runs into Pops’s waiting arms. “Happy Valentime’s Day, Pops!” It’s so weird seeing your children interact with your parents. It’s a whole different dynamic. When I grew up, I remember Ma scolding GT and me for running around the house. But Coop? He can run, climb up the walls, or shake the damn house down and nothing. Ma does pull him back when it’s over the top. When I asked her why, she told me something that stunned me and I had never thought of before. She said that while she was raising my brother and me, she had to teach us life’s rules, like consequences and eating right. With Coop, it’s Cruz and I that have to do that, while she gets to have fun and enjoy him without having to be as hard on him as she was with us. I made the joke that she gets to be the fun one and I have to be the mean one. She didn’t bat an eye in saying ‘yes’ right away. I don’t feel like I’m the mean one, but I do try to keep Coop on a good path. “Come in. I have something for you.” Ma smiles in her knowing way and part of me is excited to see what Coop will tell her. We all step into the house, greeting each other with hugs and man hugs. Cruz brings in Cooper’s bag and stuffed dinosaur that he loves so much. “Come here, Cooper.” It’s like I’m replaying the morning as Ma pats her lap and Coop climbs up. She

holds out a white box and Coop’s eyes widen in surprise. “Mommy! It’s jus like ta one you gabe me!” he yells loud enough for the neighbors to hear. At Ma’s surprised expression, a fulfillment races through me that I did something right. I did something good in this mom game that I’m trying so hard at. I want to be the mom that Coop deserves. I’m proud to have Ma as my model. I say nothing. “Well, your Mommy is a very smart woman. Did she tell you the fun part about this box?” Coop’s head bobs up and down like one of those dolls. I can already see his sugar crash coming hard later today. Ma will get the fun of that for a while. “Eap! I dit to eap it!” His excitement punctures my ear drums. I feel the need to rub it out of my ears. Damn, that boy. “Yes you do, little man. Go on in and ask Pops for some milk, too.” I quirk my brow as Coop runs off, and Ma just shrugs. “What? Two chocolate hearts isn’t gonna kill him. And the milk balances it out.” Ma’s laugh echoes through the living room and I follow suit. “So, you decided to follow our tradition?” she asks and I sober a bit. “I want to give Cooper the childhood he deserves. I want to do this right, Ma.” She moves next to me on the couch and pulls my hands into hers. “Baby girl, you are gonna make mistakes. You may even make some doozies along the way. It happens. As long as you have that baby boy’s best interest at heart when you make those decisions, that is all you can do. Traditions are good. It’s the things you’ll remember when I’m dead and gone.” I cringe at her words. She pats me, knowing my thoughts. “You need to pass these on to your boy. I’m so very proud of you that you did.” I don’t want to cry. Please water move away from my eyes right now. Throat please open up so I can breathe. Dammit. I just can’t. “Princess, you have a huge heart that you only let a select few see. That heart is what is going to pull you through raising Cooper and any other children you and Cruz have.” Other kids. Shit. I’m hanging by the skin of my teeth with the one. “I raised you to be able to put up with bullshit. That’s what this life hands us sometimes and hopefully, I gave you all the tools you need to put Coop on the right path.” This is by far the deepest conversation about parenting that Ma and I have had. With so much drama going on and everyone trying to keep their heads above water, it’s been difficult. I can definitely say in this moment that I have the best mother ever, and I hope that I’m even a fourth of her when it comes to Coop. “Here.” Ma hands over my very own red-foil-covered chocolate heart. A lone tear dribbles down my cheek and I let it. No use in fighting it. I take it and wrap my arms around my mother. “I love you,” I whisper softly in her ear, and her squeeze on me tightens. “Love you too, baby girl.”

“What’s going on?” Cruz booms from the doorway, concern evident in his tone. I give him a reassuring smile. “Just mother-daughter stuff. You ready to go?” Cruz points behind him with his thumb. “Pops has Coop at the table with his chocolate and milk. He’s happy as shit.” “Come over here,” Ma orders, and he doesn’t hesitate. She hands him a white box. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Cruz.” Ma smiles wide as Cruz leans down and kisses her on the cheek. “All right. You two get out of here. You are taking up our time with our grandson,” she jokes. We say our goodbyes and leave with our red chocolate hearts.

“Pull them down now and get over here,” Cruz growls, turning off the car just as the door to the garage hits the ground. His heavy breathing warms the air, an electric current filling the tight space of the car. My man is more than ready. Without further prompting, I do his bidding by shoving my pants and thong down and kicking them off, but then I just sit back in my seat. Stretching my leg up, I rest my heel on the ledge of the window. I drag my fingers through my already hot heat, releasing a moan that would make a porn star proud just to egg his ass on. He wants it, come and fucking get it. “Think you’re gonna fucking toy with me, woman?” I’m at a loss for words. “That pussy is mine and I’ll take it and have it whenever the fuck I want. You got me?” His tight grip on my arm stops my movement. I flutter my lashes at him in a ‘What, baby?’ way. I recognize the instant he snaps, the blaze in his eyes turning into a damn forest fire. His hand tightens as he yanks me out of my seat. In a flash, his cock is at my entrance as I straddle him in the seat. When the hell did he take it out? He grips my wrists behind my back, holding me in place as a powerful hip thrust sends him so deep I scream. The bite of pain as my channel expands to meet his size only fuels the rush in my belly. He doesn’t give my body a lot of time for it. My feet plant on some part of the car on either side of him, hell if I know what at this point. His relentless thrusts invade my body, hitting every nerve-ending with each glide. Holy shit. My wrists are lodged between my back and the steering wheel, causing the horn to blare. My body jumps at the sound, but relaxes instantly. “My girl fucking likes my dick. Don’t you?” Thrust, pull, thrust, pull. Oh God. “Likes my dick so far inside, you feel me knocking your fucking tonsils. Right, baby?” I love when he talks like this. It’s like a detonation button that sends everything spiraling. “That pussy’s tightening around my cock, don’t you fucking come till I say.” I whimper, the coil inside of me ready to unleash. Math. I fucking hate math.

Calculations begin forming in my head as I try to stave off the orgasm. His strong hand grips my chin, pulling my focus on him. “On me.” Fuck. I hate that he knows me so damn well. The way my clit grinds into his pelvic bone starts a rippling effect, I’m pretty sure I can’t stop. “Please, Cruz. Please.” This man right here is the only one I’d beg and I’m not one bit ashamed of that fact. When it’s your man, everything means a fuck-of-a-lot more. “You’re burning, babe. Just like I fucking like you.” Cruz’s cock swells inside of me and I tighten. It’s coming. Shit I can’t stop it. “Now, babe. With me.” Sounds escape my lips that pierce my ears as roll after roll of pleasure invades me. My head flies back, smashing me into the steering wheel. Cruz’s grunts and groans come seconds later. I wiggle down on his cock, clamping my inner walls on him. He loves that shit. More hot jets spurt into my body. I rest my forehead on his shoulder, my breathing having a difficult time catching up with the fact that I need oxygen. My wrists are released and small prickles fly up and down them. We sit there, my man lodged inside of me, taking his time to calm down. “Babe. You’re gonna need to climb off. I’m covered in my fucking jizz.” I burst out laughing and try to regain myself when he growls. He hates being covered in his own cum. He says mine is fine, but his, no fucking way. His days of jacking off are way over. We make a mad dash for the bathroom, stripping off the rest of our clothes, Cruz hitting my ass on the way. His laughter fills the air with mine. I love this man. “Get in the shower and fuck me,” I say, squeezing his hard ass once we reach the shower door. “Greedy,” he mumbles, but he doesn’t make me wait. He yanks me under the hot spray and his lips attack. He pulls away slightly, and I open my eyes to meet his. “Love you, babe.” My insides twist. “Love you, too.”

“Let’s go for a ride,” Cruz says, coming out of the bathroom naked as the day he was born and looking mighty fine. Damn, that man. Even though I just fucked him, my pussy wants more. He was not wrong calling me greedy, I am, for him. And with a child-free day, I’m taking advantage. “Sounds good.” It’s been a while since the two of us have ridden together. It is very hard to do when you have a young one and are mostly confined to a cage with a car seat. It is what it is and I love my boy. I won’t tell Cruz this, but riding was part of my plan for us today. I miss it and need to do it with him, side-by-side, feeling the air. I change into jeans and boots, leather surrounds my body from my chaps to my rag. I braid my long, dark hair and put a leather lacer in, crisscrossing the strings until it comes to the end of my ponytail. After riding with my hair free when I was a kid and needing a bottle of conditioner to try and get through it, I learned my lesson.

Climbing on Sting, my ’97 Ultra Groundpounder Hardtail, I rev the engine and the sound sends warmth through me. The red and black paint combined with the chrome motor, handlebars, and hubcaps make it hot as hell. I look over to the sexiest man I know, sitting astride his black and chrome Harley Thunder Mountain and latching on his lid. Black shades cover his eyes in the sexiest of ways, but I can feel him penetrating me with his gaze. He gives me a smile and takes off. Fuck. I move, quickly following him. Damn man, always has to be in the lead. I’ve gotten better with it since Cruz, but I have my moments where I want to be first. Childish, so I never admit it to anyone. Once we make it to the open road of the highway, I can finally breathe. This is one of my most favorite places on earth, riding next to my man. I love seeing the leather against his skin and the way his arms flex as he shifts. Damn. The rumble of Sting feels damn good and seeing Cruz beside me just adds to the thrill. I will be revved up once we stop. Cruz better be ready.

Nothing better in this fucking world than riding next to my woman, the breeze blowing over me. Since the moment she told me that Ma was watching Cooper, I planned out exactly where I wanted to take her. It’s not that romantic shit you see on TV, but it’s something that I’ve been thinking about. What better day to do it on? We ride for hours and I lead Princess exactly where I want her. We pull off the highway onto an old country road and stop at a small clearing. Trees line the place, giving a sense of seclusion, but I know that on the other side of them is a house. Princess doesn’t need to know that though. I found this place doing a run awhile back with the guys, and something about it made me think of my girl. I don’t know if it is the quiet here or what. Never really thought about it again until this morning. But it’s fucking perfect for what I have in store. I cut the engine and take off my lid, placing it on the handlebars. I swing my leg off my bike and move toward Princess who is doing the same. Instead of letting her get off, I throw my leg behind her and sit on the back of her bike. You can bet your fucking ass you’ll never catch me on the back of my woman’s bike again. Only for this. She looks back at me, shock and puzzlement registering on her face. “What are you doing?” Inside, I smile as she takes off her shades, showing me those deep eyes that I love so much. “Turn around,” I order and her eyes narrow. She gets off then slides back on so that she is facing me. “What are you doing?” I don’t answer. Instead, I pull her close to me, my hand wrapping around the back of her neck, and kiss her. Our tongues duel for dominance, but I win every fucking time. God, I love the fucking taste of her. Princess’s body melts into mine and I hold on tight, her with my arms and the bike with my thighs. Her lips follow me as I retreat but she doesn’t make contact. I reach into my pocket and pull out the little piece of metal that I’ve been carrying around for a month now, just trying to find the right time. Princess is not a get-down-on-one-knee kind of woman. I thought

long and hard about just how and when I’d ask. Thank fuck for Valentine’s Day, and Ma for that matter. Her eyes widen as she takes in the ring I’m pinching between my fingers. Her breath catches and she shifts from that badass woman I love so much, revealing the softness that I also love. I don’t do the shopping shit, but made an exception for this. When I saw this ring, I knew it was meant for my woman. The ring is fourteen-karat black gold with a two-carat black diamond in the center. The guy at the store asked what kind of cut I wanted and I looked down at my leather. It’s the only kind of cut I know about, but then he said this ring is princess cut, and it sealed the deal. White diamonds wrap around the large stone and the band. On each side of the large diamond, smaller round diamonds sit. The ring is fucking kickass and I know she’s going to love it. “You’re gonna marry me.” I leave no room for discussion. Her brow quirks. “I am, am I?” “You are.” “I don’t know what shocks me more. The fact that you just asked me to marry you, or that you are on the back of my bike.” “Didn’t ask. Told. And, babe, don’t get used to it.” No way in hell I’m riding bitch. Fucking never. “You gonna put it on or just hold it all night?” she teases. “I should turn you on my knee and smack your ass.” Lust sparks in her eyes. She’d really enjoy that. I love my woman. She stays silent as I slide the ring on her left hand. “It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, Cruz. It’s so… me.” Her whispered voice is laced with surprise. She holds it close, taking in every part with fascination. “No, you are, babe.” Her lips crash into mine as I steady the bike with my legs, making sure to keep upright. This shit will go downhill fast if Princess’s bike hits the ground. I’ve seen this shit in movies and on porn. They make it look so goddamned easy. It’s not fucking easy, that’s a pile of shit. It’ll take every fucking muscle in my legs to make this shit happen. But I’m a determined man. “Now, I’m gonna show you that I’m a fuck of a lot better than this bike.” Confusion fills her face, her brow knits, and I can’t believe she doesn’t remember right away. She fucked this damn thing right in front of most of the guys in the club, and it was the moment I decided she would be mine. Her eyes widen as she remembers. “Oh.” Her lips make the sexiest O. My dick pulsates, wanting to be deep inside her mouth. Her hands grip my leather, pulling me even closer. I’ll let her have this for now. “You think you can do better than this hot sexy machine,” she taunts, wiggling her ass on the seat. I don’t fucking bite. I know I’m better. “I’m gonna fucking show you. Off the bike, take your jeans off,” I demand. Princess looks around, taking in our surroundings. She must come to some conclusion in her head because she stands up, takes off her boots, and drags her jeans and underwear down her body. My mouth waters and my dick presses against the zipper of my jeans. I release it from its confines and stroke the

hard flesh. Princess’s eyes light up. “Get up here and put your back to the tank.” Princess does as asked, wiggling a bit to get in a somewhat comfortable position. I’m sure the gas cap isn’t the nicest thing to have in her back, but she deals. I slide my fingers over her hair, her hands coming to my chest as she rises a bit to meet me. I fuck her mouth with my tongue like a starving man. I devour her, eat her, and ravage her with my tongue, teeth and lips, loving the shit out of the noises coming from her. Princess pulls back and gasps for air, my thumb rubs over the pulse point in her neck, feeling her rapid heartbeat. Her eyes are on fire and I’m sure mine are too because I’m horny as hell. “Lie back, hands on the bars, and don’t fucking move them,” I order as I steady the bike. It wobbles a bit, but I get it under control, clenching my thighs. Her hands grip the bars, her knees knocking mine. “What are you doing?” she asks and my eyes snap from her sexy wet folds to her. “Any damn thing I want.” Her head falls back with a small groan and when she lifts it, her eyes are glazed with lust. I line my cock with her opening. Her grip on the bars turning her knuckles white, she wiggles her ass in an effort to get what she wants. Naughty girl. I slap her hard on the thigh, but Princess stays quiet. Her eyes do not. They bore into me like knives stabbing me, so I give her another, only igniting her more. “Are you going to fuck me or are we just gonna lay here in the sun?” Princess clips. Greedy fucking woman. “I was going to eat that sweet pussy of yours, but since you’re a fucking smartass, no licks for you.” “Fuck,” she grumbles. I bend slightly, the crown of my dick at her opening. I grip her shoulder tightly. Without warning her because she’s fucking greedy, I thrust my hips up and at the same time press her shoulder down into me, giving her some added fullness. Princess moans and her body quivers. “Fucking fuck me,” I murmur. She feels so fucking good, her slick folds pulling me in just a touch more. Her tight pussy squeezing and releasing my dick. Shit. I’m not gonna last. I regain the slightest control. “Brace.” I thrust my hips hard, back and forth, using my hand on her shoulder for leverage with each punishing move. The bike moves, but I’m able to manage. My thrusts become deeper and harder as my hips work like a well-oiled engine. “Oh God,” she moans in her sexy, I’m-getting-fucked voice. Damn, I love that shit. “Not God, but close.” A few more quick hard thrusts, and my breath is coming out in spats. I’m not sure if Princess is breathing at all. “You ever get yourself off on your bike again, I’ll paddle that sweet ass of yours red.” And it’s true, unless I’m fucking there and only me. No one else sees my woman come. No one. I rub three fingers over her clit, back and forth, in quick swipes. Her pussy clamps down on me, telling me she about ready to come. I pull out abruptly. Princess’s eyes flash open. “No,” she growls and I smirk.

“No way you get to come yet. Turn over.” Princess grumbles but does what I ask. Fuck she is hot as fire. Seeing my name etched in the back of her rag, I growl. Hell yes, she is my fucking property. Just like before, I slam up into her, pulling her into me by the shoulder. “Fuck,” Princess mutters through ragged breaths. Thrust after thrust, I can feel it coming. Right there, ready to break free. I pick Princess up from the tank and lean her against my body. With my hands on her hips, I lift her and slam her down hard, her hands gripping my wrists. Princess’s loud moans turn into screams. The bike tips slightly, so I readjust, and then plow into her over and over. A blood curdling sound comes from my woman, longer than usual and almost has a hint of a cry to it. She explodes all over my dick and I fucking love it. With two more savage thrusts into her body, I explode inside of her, her pussy milking my cock for everything it’s worth. Holy shit. My head spins. This woman tears me up and I wouldn’t change it for a second. Our breathing eventually calms. I lift Princess off my dick and set her on the bike. She leans forward, resting her torso on the gas tank, her back rising and falling with each breath. I adjust my sated, wet dick, putting it back in my jeans and zipping up. Princess’s round globes are begging me for a smack, so I do. One and then the other. Princess gasps and sits up. “What the hell was that for?” Instead, of answering, I pull her lips to mine, kissing her hard and rough. “Get dressed,” I instruct, leaning away from her lips. Her brows furrow, but she does as I say. She steps in front of me. “You’re definitely better than Sting.” I kiss her hard and deep. “Damn fucking right.”

Damn, my man turns me inside out. For not giving a shit about Valentine’s Day, I’m now ranking it as my favorite. That was the first time I’ve ever had bike sex. I suggested it once before, with someone other than Cruz and the pansy ass was afraid of tipping the bike. Not my man. My man kept it up no problem with his thick thighs. Fuck me, that just was hot. Cruz asking me to marry him on the back of my damn bike momentarily threw me for a loop. Then his demand that I marry him made my pussy quiver. I love him and there was no other answer than yes. I’ve never been this happy, ever. After cleaning up, Cruz checks his phone and there’s a message from my brother. All the guys and their women are meeting at Bimbo’s for a round, and when Cruz asks if I want to go, I say why the hell not. What I have planned for him is for later. The ride back to Sumner is peaceful. Cruz even puts out his hand and we hold on to each other while riding a bit. It’s such a loving rush. It might just be my new favorite thing. We take a different way back, this one longer, but the scenery is beautiful. We walk into the bar hand in hand, and our names are immediately shouted. After giving everyone hugs, I take a seat with Casey and Blaze while Cruz heads over with the brothers. “So, did Cruz remember Valentine’s Day?” Casey chuckles and takes a sip of her soda. She looks absolutely stunning. After the shit time she’s had, the look of pure happiness lighting up her face is priceless. “Nah. Coop reminded him.” The waitress arrives and I order a beer, wanting to go light since I’m riding. “What about my brother? Did he?” Casey flat out laughs. “Uh, no. When I told him Happy Valentine’s Day this morning, he said, ‘Don’t tell me you’re into that shit.’” She shrugs. “Typical guy. So, I showed him exactly what I was into.” She wiggles her eyebrows. “All right.” I stop her, holding up my hand in warning. “I don’t want to hear the details of you fucking

my brother, thank you very much.” “So, you don’t want to know that I rode him then he finished me off doggie?” She snickers, the little wench. I glare at her, or try to but fall very short. “Come on, you know it’s funny.” I roll my eyes when Blaze starts cracking up, too. “What about you? Tug remember?” I have a feeling I already know this answer. Tug is that guy. “Absolutely.” I was right. That man has a serious romantic streak, who the hell would have thought that? “I woke up this morning to a large peacock feather moving up and down my body, from the top of my head to the tip of my toes and everywhere in between.” I can totally envision that and damn it’s hot. “Then…” She trails off, seemingly deep in sensual thoughts, then snaps out. “You know.” She waves her hand dismissively. Oh, I know, all right. “We hung out, went to X, and came here.” “Where in the hell did he get a peacock feather?” Casey asks, scrunching her nose. “I’ve only seen a real one of those at a zoo.” Blaze shrugs. “All I know is every touch of that damn thing made my skin come alive. That’s all that matters.” She pauses. “I’m definitely keeping that damn thing. We will have round two.” We all laugh. “I didn’t expect Cruz to remember and I really don’t care about it. It’s just a day and I tell him I love him all the time. It’s what I have planned for him later that I’m ready for.” I smirk, thinking of the delectable ways I’m going to feast on the hunk of a man standing across the bar. His gaze meets mine, his eyes turning dark as if he’s reading my thoughts. I can’t fucking wait. “What do you have planned?” Casey asks, breaking me out of my stare. I shake it off, and try to focus on her. “I’m not saying.” I know I’m a bitch for bringing it up and not telling, but I don’t give a shit. This is between my man and me. “Come on. I need some ideas,” Blaze says, leaning forward, elbows propped on the table, listening intently to my every word. I laugh. “Too damn bad. Google it.” Blaze mock pouts. “I asked Tug the other day if I could tie him to the bed and he refused. Damn man. Then I asked him if I could massage him, nope on that one too. He said he’d much rather massage me. Whatever.” Casey and I laugh. I couldn’t see any of the Ravage men letting their women truss them up… ever. At least she had the balls to ask. “GT does like a good rubdown.” Casey’s finger moves to her mouth and she taps it as if deep in thought. Geeze. I ignore her. The waitress brings the beer and I twist off the cap. “What the hell?” Casey rips my hand away from the bottle, almost sending it crashing to the floor. She inspects every inch of my ring, holding my finger up. “You’re engaged? That should have been the first words out of your damn mouth!” She places my hand in Blaze’s and her eyes grow wide. “Oh shit, girl. It’s gorgeous.”

Oh, hell, it is beautiful. When Cruz pulled out the ring, he got me. I was not expecting it at all. Black on black with white diamonds—it just fits me perfectly. Blaze lets go of my hand, stands up, and whistles. She’s gotten really good at commanding attention. All eyes fall on her. “Drinks are in order! Princess and Cruz are getting married.” Oh shit. Other ol’ ladies and brothers come up, hugging me. Cruz tucks me close to his chest, saving me from some of them, but it’s the smile on his face that gets me. Every damn time. After laughs, dancing, and a few more to drink, Cruz and I head home. It’s always nice to spend time with the brothers and my friends, but being kid-free, I need my man alone. Now. Strong arms wrap around my waist, pulling me into a hard, sculpted body. Cruz’s heat consumes me, making my knees tremble. His lips meet my ear and shocks wrack my body. “Watching you dance and shake your ass got me rock hard.” He thrusts his hardness against my ass, moving it up and down my crack. “I was so fucking close to pulling you off that dance floor and fucking you on the bar.” My blood boils. This is good. It will take the edge off Cruz for a bit. Even though I want to drive him mad, I know my and his limitations. And I plan on having him so worked up later, we can have a replay. “What are you gonna do about it, tough guy?” I wiggle my ass and he groans deeply. His hand moves down to the button of my jeans and he releases it, then pulls down the zipper. I try to keep my knees locked in fear of collapsing to the ground. His hot breath remains at my ear. “Fuck you till you can’t walk then fuck you again.” My whole body quivers, right down to my pussy. His fingers move inside my underwear, finding my throbbing clit and making slow methodical movements. My knees buckle, but he holds me tight against him, preventing my fall. “Oh God.” The whispered words escape my lips as two of his fingers plunge into my wet heat. I am always so damn wet for this man. Anytime, day or night, I’m ready for him. His strokes come swifter and I can feel the buzz flowing through my body. He pulls his hand away and I instantly reach for his wrist, trying to halt his movements, but he’s too quick or I’m too horny, I’m not sure which. Either way, it’s my turn to groan. “What’s wrong, baby?” he teases and I have half a mind to stomp on his damn foot, but say and do nothing. He chuckles. “Take it off. Now!” he demands in that sexy, gruff voice that fires up every part of my body. He backs away and I hesitate, until a sharp pain stings my ass. Fuck. “What the hell was that for?” I try to turn to him, but his hands grip my arms, keeping me in place. “I said, take your fucking pants off. I won’t say it again.” His voice comes out in a rumbling growl, and my anger dissipates as the burn from his smack spreads through me. I give in and remove the garments, along with my boots. He keeps a grip on my hip, not letting go once. I rise and feel his strong, hard dick push into my lower back. I want to reach back and grab it, but his hands are firmly planted. Damn man. He pulls my rag over my arms. My shirt is removed so fast my arms move up of their own accord. I stand there in shock, when I really shouldn’t be.

One second we are standing in the entryway of the house and the next, he has me turned around, my back firmly pressed into the living room wall. His lips are on my neck giving soft then hard licks and nips. God, that feels so good. My head rests against the wall, needing the extra support to stay upright. I grip the front of his shirt tight, wanting and needing him this minute. Instead of complying, he pulls away from my hands, reaches around back, unclasps my bra, and begins sensuously torturing my nipples. He sucks, hard, so hard my nipple touches the roof of his mouth and sends lightning straight to my unattended clit. Fuck me. It feels so good that I don’t want him to stop, but I do so he can fuck me, yet I don’t because it feels so damn good. My thoughts are so jumbled that I don’t know what’s up or down at the moment. “Wide,” he commands, gently kicking my feet apart, and I do. When he nudges me again, I move wider. A strong slap to my clit has me on the verge of climax. Just one more and I’ll set off. “I can see you’re close, but baby, you’re coming on my cock and first I need to eat. So your ass had better hold on because if you fucking come, you won’t come again for a long fucking time. I’ll keep you on edge so long you’ll be hurting.” My body shudders and when Cruz kneels down, lifting my leg over his shoulder, I almost fall to the floor. Once he steadies me, his lips, tongue and teeth begin their vicious yet amazing assault on my poor pussy. His tongue darts out, wiggling back and forth mercilessly on my clit, spiraling me into oblivion. It takes every part of my control to hold on to the orgasm that wants desperately to break through. When he moves away from my clit, I’m both sad because I want more and happy because I can hold onto myself for a few more seconds. His rough tongue leaves no part of my folds untouched. His finger breaches the ring of my ass and my grip on his shoulders intensifies. I scream when he nip my tiny, sensitive bud and he moves his teeth back and forth over my swollen flesh. Oh God. My orgasm is right there and it is so hard to hold on to, but I don’t want him spanking my ass. Sure, it’ll get me off, but it will prolong him fucking me and right now, I need his dick in me like I need air to breathe. “Please, baby,” I utter, pleading and begging. His head moves away from my body and I look down at him. Cruz’s face is covered in my slick juices. His tongue darts out, licking all the way around his mouth. Oh God, that’s fucking hot. “What do you need?” Cruz’s eyes throb with lust and love pours out of them. “You, baby. Just you.” I thread my fingers through his hair as he rises, crashing his lips to mine. I can taste myself on his tongue and dive in for more. I need more, want more. “Unbutton me and stroke me.” Cruz’s words come out between clenched teeth. He’s holding on just about as well as I am and I haven’t even touched him yet. I love having this effect on my man. I quickly unbuckle his belt, undo his jeans, and pull them down to the floor. His boots prevent me from taking them off, which is perfectly fine with me. There’s something about my man wanting me so damn bad he doesn’t

take the time to worry about taking his clothes completely off first. Love it. I glide my hand up and down his length, giving him squeezes along the way, especially the tip. He loves that shit. I need to suck him, feel him in my mouth, down my throat. I bend my knees and am stopped before I touch the floor. I look up at him. “No,” he grounds out, his hands going under my armpits then to my ass, lifting me up so my legs go around his body, his dick pressing against my pussy. He lifts me a bit higher, my legs draped over the sides of his arms as he holds me tight against the wall. He doesn’t let go of me, but instantly his dick finds its home, but he doesn’t give me it. Just his tip enters my body and I want to slap him, but my hands are currently around his neck, holding on tight. “Put it in!” I yell. His mischievous eyes meet mine and he pulls fully out. “You ass.” “Shut your fucking mouth and take it as I give it.” I want to retort and I probably will later, but not now. I want him too badly. I want to come. I want this throbbing ache to explode. I need it to so I zip my lips. He smirks. I feel the head of his dick at my entrance and wait. He moves the head in and out so many times I almost lose it just from that small touch. God, I need him. I don’t say the words because that will just prolong it. “My woman need my hot fucking dick inside her?” he asks and I nod. “Good.” His dick plunges into my pussy so deep, he collides with my cervix. He doesn’t move, just stops, with me holding on for dear life. My hooded eyes meet his. Cruz’s lips crash into mine and his hips move at a punishing pace. I rip my lips away from his to scream at the overwhelming pleasure. My fingernails bite hard into his shoulders as sparks ignite throughout my entire body, sending me on a tailspin of ecstasy. He doesn’t stop his thrusts while simultaneously pulling my body down hard on his cock. Each movement sends more waves through me. We crash to the floor, me astride him. I begin riding, so lost in the pleasure of my last orgasm that there is no rhythm to my movements. Cruz’s hands bite into my hips and he slams me down on him as I come again. Cruz begins to shake as he stills, his dick lodged in me up to the hilt. He covers my insides with his seedy cum, and I gasp for a breath not realizing I had been holding it. I crash to his chest and try to gather my breathing, his very harsh. After a few long moments, he pulls me up and kisses me, deep, hard, and sexy. He lifts me, his dick leaving my body, and my pussy clenches not wanting it to leave. “Damn, baby.” He must have felt it too. I smile inside. He sets me to the side of him and I try to get my bearings. I feel his cum leaking out onto my thigh and his dick is covered in my arousal, which I find sexy as shit. “Shit.” I groan, my fingers feeling the strain from the tight clench I had on his shoulder. Cruz rises, pulls up his pants, and fastens them. He holds out his hand to me, lifting me up as well. “You gonna feed me, woman?” His smile makes my heart swell with something I never thought I’d have in this world. And I’m the luckiest bitch to have found it.

I sit at the table holding a beer bottle by its neck and watching my woman skirt around the kitchen, grabbing this and that. Her tight ass is calling me with every motion she makes. Sure, I just had her, but I’ll never get enough of her. Never. Clothed or naked, Princess is the hottest piece of ass I’ve ever known. My piece. Forever. “When do you want to get married?” All of her movements stop as if she’s frozen by my question. “Babe.” That one word has her turning to me. Shit, we could head to Vegas today if Ma would keep Coop. “We need to give us some time, Cruz.” “Nope. Time’s up. Married and babies.” Princess grabs the wooden spoon she was using to stir something on the stove and points it at me. “Babies? You’re shitting me, right?” “Fuck no, I’m not. I want at least two more.” Or more. Her eyes narrow on me. “You want two more kids when Coop does a fine enough job tearing the place up on his own? What the hell do you think three would be like?” I chuckle. “You can handle it.” “Uh, we can handle it. I’m not doing all that on my own, Cruz. No fucking way.” She moves the spoon back and forth in her hand, punctuating each word. It’s probably not the time to tell her I’d like to turn her over and paddle her with it. “Yeah, babe. It’s always us.” I jerk my chin up at her; she smiles and turns back to the stove, trying to dismiss the conversation. “We’re doing all this soon.” I rise up from the chair, walk up behind her, feeling her heat to my front. My lips graze her ear and I whisper, “Very fucking soon.” Her entire body shivers. “Baby, it’s just so fast.” Fuck that. “We’ve had plenty of time.” I smack her ass and leave the room. I do love that fine ass. After a nice dinner of steak and baked potatoes, I help Princess clean up the kitchen. By help, I mean I hand her dirty dishes. We head into the living room. I don’t know about her, but I feel like a damn stuffed

pig. Lying back on the couch, boots kicked off, I pull Princess on top of me, wedging her between the back cushions of the couch and myself, hoisting her leg up my thigh. “Thanks for dinner, babe,” I say, kissing the top of her head. “No problem. But…” She trails off, not finishing. Damn it. “But what?” I question, absently clicking through the channels on the TV. “That’s not all I have planned for you.” I can feel her lips turning up on my chest in a smile. “What do you have planned?” In my life, I don’t like surprises. Surprises get you killed. Even small surprises are not top on my list. She moves her head so her chin rests on my chest and she can look into my eyes. “Trust me. All right?” I do fucking trust her to have my back on anything. I just hate this shit. “I promise you’re going to love it.” A glint of lust flares in her eyes, her pink lips parting as she takes in a breath. Images of her perfect lips wrapped around my cock float into my head. I am always up for that shit. “Yeah, babe.” She turns her head and we watch some mindless television. Thirty minutes pass and her soft inhales and exhales tell me she’s sound asleep. There goes my blow job. Fuck.

I wake up to hands moving over my chest. I grab the wrists of the invader, open my eyes, and see Princess’s winning smile. Her thighs straddle my hips. Shit, I didn’t even feel her move. She has on a red robe and through the fabric I can see the outline of something bumpy that she’s wearing underneath. “Bout time you woke up,” she rasps and I let go of her hands which go back to my chest. “I’m ready to give you your present.” Blood instantly rushes to my cock. This is what I’m talking about. “I’m all yours, baby.” Her nails scrape down my chest. I groan at the bite of pain. “I know that.” I notice Princess has on bright red lipstick, not something she wears everyday. And I have to say it looks fucking hot. Her eyes rage with passion. Shit, what does this woman have planned? “Come on. Follow me.” She rises from the couch, tugging my hand, and I follow. I squeeze her ass and she shrieks. I pull away and smack it, sending a course of fire up my hand from the blow. Wrapping my arms around her waist, I halt her movements and she collides with my chest. I slip my hand through the front of her robe and squeeze her tit hard. “Oh God.” I fucking love hearing my woman moan. “This what you want? Want my cock?” I thrust it against her ass. “Your pussy is calling for me. Isn’t it?” Her entire body shivers but no words escape her lips. “Want me to fuck you?” Her knees begin to wobble, but I keep her steady, loving that I have this effect on my woman. Fuck yeah. “I sink my fingers in your pussy right now, you gonna be soaked for me, baby?” “Cruz.” My name on her lips turns me the fuck on.

“Yeah, baby?” I kiss, lick, and nip the shell of her ear, making my way behind it and down her throat. She tastes of outdoors and sex. A perfect combination. “I really want to do something for you.” She pauses, gasping in a breath like she’s starving for air. I smirk. “Please,” she begs. While I love hearing my woman beg, I want to fuck her now. “Bend over the arm of the couch,” I demand, giving her a soft push in that direction. “But…” She begins to turn around and I grip her arms. She stops speaking. “I’m fucking you right now. Gotta take the edge off, baby.” Princess gives me the glare to end all glares, but lies over the arm. Her robe snakes up her back, leaving her tight ass up in the air just for me. I smack it hard and undo my pants as Princess screams from the sting. “Dammit, Cruz!” She wiggles her ass. She may act pissed, but she wants this as much as I do. She has never once turned me down for sex. Ever. And it better stay that fucking way. Without hesitation, I slam inside of her, my balls slapping her pussy. “Foot up.” I grab her leg, bending it at the knee, and rest her foot on the arm. Fuck yes. My cock is so damn deep in my woman that my head hits her barrier with every damn thrust. I grip her hips and ride her hard, thrusting in and out over and over. No words are said, no delicate touches. None of that shit. This is fucking. Pure adrenaline-filled fucking. Princess’s pussy clamps around my dick as her screams shake the windows of the house. I continue my hard pace. My balls draw up and the tingle approaches. Harder. Faster. The fucking couch begins to move with each pump. My dick blows inside my woman and I thrust through each spurt, enjoying every fucking second of it. I still and gather my breath. Princess collapses onto the couch, my dick springing free from her folds. Fucking hell. “How many times are you going to fuck me in one day?” she mumbles into the cushion. I pull my pants off and tug my shirt away from my body. “I have to store this shit up. No telling when I’ll get to fuck you like this again.” With Coop, one never fucking knows. “You’re going to break me.” I slap her ass and she jolts. Without even looking at her face, I know she’s glaring at me. I scoop her up into my arms and walk to the bedroom and set her down on the bed; soft candles are lit throughout the room. A tray of something sits to the side, but a towel lays over top of it so I can’t see what’s under it. “Babe. You were made for me. Nothing to break.” “Now I gotta clean up again.” She enters the bathroom then sticks her head out. “Do not touch anything, Cruz.” Her warning is quite cute, but what the hell. I stride my nude ass over to the bed and lie down, resting my back against the headboard, arms behind my head and ankles crossed. Something wet hits me in the leg and I startle, seeing the wet washcloth dripping down my leg. Cheeky woman. She says nothing but quirks a brow. Ahh. Gonna play that way. I

quickly wipe my dick, balls, and everywhere around, then throw the washrag full force, hitting Princess in the boob. Yes! “Fucker!” she snarls. “That’s it.” She rushes the bed like she’s some damn wrestler, climbing on top of me. She’s tough. Really tough. I flip her over, covering her body with mine. Her breathing is heavy, but her eyes are smiling. She’s not pissed at all. Love my woman. “So, where’s my present?” Her lip curls but her eyes narrow. “I had this whole seduction scene planned, but you had to go and ruin it by fucking me on the couch!” Princess isn’t pissed, but she is disappointed. Fuck, I hate that. “But it was a good fuck.” I wiggle my eyebrows. “Baby, go ahead and do what you want.” “It’s not the same,” she grumbles. “Why not?” “Because I was gonna have you so turned on you fucked the shit out of me.” She sucks in deep. “Then you go ahead and do it early!” “Baby, you know that pussy is mine and I’ll fuck it when I want.” “You’re lucky I love you.” Happiness fills me at those words. “I am, huh?” “Yes! Because if I didn’t and I didn’t want to fuck you again sometime soon, I would knee you in the balls.” My balls shudder at the thought. Fuck that. “You do that shit, I’ll put your ass over my knee and not let up until you’re so fucking red you can’t sit for a week.” “Promises, promises.” Her eyes roll and the corner of her mouth tips up. “Baby.” She doesn’t look at me. I place my hands on either side of her head and stare down at my girl. “I want you to do what you had planned.” “I want to tie you down.” “Fuck no!” There is no fucking way on this earth she is tying me to shit. Do I trust her, fuck yeah, but never doing the tying shit. I’m in control. She gives a small sigh. “I knew you’d say that.” I roll off of her and she gets up off the bed, bringing the still-covered tray back with her. “What in the hell is that?” There is no way in hell she’s sticking a dildo or any of that other shit we use on her, in me. Fuck. That. She sets the tray on the bed and undoes her robe, letting it fall to the ground. My sexy, curvy woman stares back at me, but this time she has a huge band of pearls wrapped around her neck. I arch a brow. “Pearls?” She is not a pearls kind of girl. “Shut it.” The little white circles fall over her breasts down to her navel, wrapping around her neck twice. How fucking long is it? And more importantly, what the fuck does she think she’s going to do with it? Princess begins twirling the beads around and around in front of her. “We are going to have dessert.”

She yanks the towel from the plate to reveal small bowls filled with different foods: whipped cream, chocolate, honey, some brown stuff, and some fruit. “What the hell are you planning?” She climbs onto the bed. “See, big guy. I am having dessert. You.” Her voice turns to a low purr and I’m fucking liking where this is going. My dick’s been a fucking champ today, he’s got another one in him. “But since you won’t let me tie you up, I’d like you to let me eat.” She reaches over and grabs one of the bowls. “Are you putting that shit on me?” She laughs evilly. “Hell yes.” Before I can stop her, she begins drizzling chocolate over my chest, abs, and dick. “Then I’ll lick up every square inch.” The seductive tone of the word inch stirs my dick back up. Not hard, but awake. Fuck me. Princess moves to the end of the bed, crawling up to me on her hands and knees. Those damn pearls strung between her lips. Fuck, that’s hot. Slowly, she unwraps the pearls from her neck, letting them hang low. They brush my thighs and the closer she gets to me the more they brush my dick. She smiles, sticks out her tongue and begins licking, sucking, and kissing all over my body. I thread my fingers through her hair, needing to touch her as her tongue does a number on me. Princess sits up on her knees. “Yummy.” She makes a production out of wiping her lips and at this point, what the hell. She bends down, sucking one of my balls into her mouth deliciously. Her hot heat envelops one and then the other. My semi-erect dick wants to join the party. Her tongue strokes my dick from top to bottom, wetting the entire shaft over and over again. The bubble of pleasure hits. Something cold wraps around my dick and I shoot up. “What the hell?” Princess is wrapping the pearl necklace around my dick, the coldness from the stones firing me up. “If that pinches my fucking dick, you’re gonna get it.” I warn, serious as shit. She wraps the tight pearls against each other, completely up my shaft. Her hand covers the pearls as she begins small strokes up and down. Holy shit. Holy fucking shit. The pearls massage my dick like nothing I’ve ever felt before. The repetitive movement unravels me as I flop back down to the bed. Not one pinch as she strokes and strokes. My dick hardens as she continues her torture. The tightness and the roll of the small balls all at once drive me higher. I find breathing difficult. But I’m nowhere near coming yet and I’m ready to show her what that hell those beads can do. Quick as lightning, I pull the beads from my dick and crash Princess underneath me to the bed. She lets out a whoosh and a cry. I stifle her with a deep, hungry, possessive kiss which she responds to immediately. “On your knees.” I roll off, open the nightstand drawer, and pull out a bottle of lube along with the anal beads. “This is supposed to be your Valentine’s present,” Princess says, saucily shaking her ass in the air. I give it a good smack and her body shakes.

“It is. You, any damn way I want you.” Her breathing hitches as I slide one finger into her tight ass, spreading her, and she groans. Adding lots of lube, I continue my assault, pushing another finger in and scissoring them until her muscles begin to relax. “Cruz,” she gasps and begins to rock back on my fingers, eagerly wanting more. I circle her clit once, twice, three times and she bucks so hard I swear her knees fly up about an inch. Her pussy drips and I focus back on her luscious ass. Damn. Clumsily, I add the lube to the beads with one hand as the other continues keeping her passage open. I pull out and begin inserting the beads slowly, adding more lube as I go. “Fuck, Cruz,” she moans as I fill her with the beads. I push in the final bead and sit back on my knees. God, what a fucking sight is this. My woman, panting on all fours, beads filling her ass and her pussy dripping wet. Her noises are un-be-fucking-leavable. “Like that, baby?” “Cruz. I need to come. Now. Please.” I fucking love hearing her beg. Knowing that I’m the only one that can give her what she wants. Fuck yes! “In time, baby. I want to play.” Gripping her hips, I slide the beads from her necklace into her pussy. Princess’s arms give out and she lands on her elbows, only allowing me better access. After inserting a few of the beads, I feast. Hands on the cheeks of her ass, I lick from clit to ass, taking special time to move the beads and pearls with my tongue just a little. I play with her, licking her folds and staying away from her pulsating clit. I add my finger inside her pussy, moving the beads around her inner walls. Her hips buck and thrust, moving around in circles. My woman is out of control. Her honey continues to roll out of her and I greedily lick and suck every bit of it. Damn. “Cruz. Please. My clit,” she pleads. Removing my mouth from her clit, but not my finger, I rise to my knees and line my dick up with her pussy. I replace my finger with the head of my cock, sliding it into her warm opening. The beads feel so fucking good as I enter her inch by painstaking inch. I’m not sure if those damn things will pinch either of us, and I’m not taking any chances. “Cruz, you have to fuck me.” The desperation in her voice is the biggest fucking turn on. Hell yeah, I do. Burying my dick to the hilt, Princess screams and I still for a moment trying to get myself together. The roll of the pearls is fucking killing me. I won’t last long. There is no fucking way. Slowly I thrust, feeling each of the beads moving. Using my palm, I rub her clit vigorously. Princess explodes, squeezing my dick almost painfully tight in her. As she falls, I continue my slow strokes holding off my erection just for a while longer. I pull the beads out of her pussy one at a time and luckily they didn’t get wrapped in my dick. They come out with ease to Princess’s mewls. Her face lies on the mattress and with each powerful thrust, her cheek moves up just a little more. I pull the beads out of her ass as I plow into her. Watching them come out, spurs the roll inside my body. It’s

fucking coming. Princess screams as another orgasm flies through her and I pull out the last bead, throwing them to the floor. Thrust after hard thrust, I release inside my woman, my balls squeezing almost painfully. Still lodged inside of her, I feel her aftershocks still squeezing my dick. Pulling out, I flop onto the bed and Princess crashes down next to me. “Now that’s a Valentine’s Day,” Princess mumbles, her face buried in the pillows. I pull her in my arms, still panting. “I love you, baby.” “I love you.” We lie here for a few long moments, each of us catching our breath. Mustering up some energy, I pull Princess into my arms and cover us with a blanket. With Princess’s face plastered to my chest and our legs intertwined, contentment floods me. I kiss the top of her head. “Get some sleep, baby.” “I’m already asleep so be quiet,” she mumbles into my pec. “Good, cause I’m waking you up in a few hours to go again.” Her body shakes in silent laughter. “You just can’t get enough, huh, big guy?” “Never,” I swear, yawning, and fade off to sleep.



Clouds float against the bright blue sky. I lie on the grass, the blades prickle my exposed skin. I run my fingers through them, feeling the slight dew left over from the morning. The clouds make intricate forms, and even though I squint from the brightness of the sun, I can make each of them out. A car. A bunny. They move slowly through the sky, just waiting for me to distinguish each shape. Closing my eyes, I allow the rays to penetrate my body, the heat touching every inch of my skin. Each caress gives me slight goosebumps, my flesh raising all over. It’s as if their soft touch is roaming my body with no intent on stopping. My skin becomes alive, reactive, and for some bizarre reason, my clit begins to throb from the sensation. I don’t dare open my eyes. If I do, it’ll break whatever this is and it feels so damn good. Up one leg then back down the same way¸ repeat on the other leg. My toes curl as the softness meets my stomach, circling my belly button and moving to the far edges of my sides. I giggle when the tickling becomes too much, but stay in place. The softness rounds my breasts, lingering on the swells, moving back and forth methodically. My nipples pebble as a soft breeze glides across them. The faint touch floats to the crook of my arm, close to my pits, moving so fast, I don’t have time to flinch. It trails down my arm and the hairs stand on end, begging for attention. Begging for its touch. My fingers. It settles on my fingers, weaving in and out between them. I grip the grass tighter, almost unable to keep my hands from reaching out to the object. It moves to the other arm and hand, giving it the same glorious torture. When it reaches my neck, my entire body shivers. My eyes flutter open, and I’m greeted by light flooding the room. My body is hot, yet cold, and something is gliding over my neck. Wasn’t that a dream? Am I still dreaming? I reach up to grab whatever is cascading over my flesh. “No, Blaze.” My man’s voice hums in my ears. I turn to the side, and Tug is sitting on the bed, naked

as the day he was born with some type of feather in his hand. What the hell? “What are you doing?” I croak out, voice hoarse from sleep. The softness returns to my body, gliding down this time, and I take in what Tug is doing. A peacock feather. Huh? “Why do you have a peacock feather?” He chuckles in that sexy way I love so damn much, the feather continues along its trail, making the goosebumps more intense. “Good Morning, sweet lips.” The gravel in his voice sends my already-awake-and-ready-to-play clit into hyper-drive. He says nothing more, but proceeds to wake every cell in my body, and for some reason, I don’t move. I can’t move. My body just will not. It likes just where it is and has no complaints, even craving more of the touch. What I thought was a dream is actually Tug. Who, technically, is a dream in and of himself. I close my eyes and give in to every stroke of the feather, forgetting my question of where he got it, because I don’t really care. All I care about is that he continues. It’s strange. The sensation is cold, but my body is on fire. It’s as if all of the blood has risen to the surface of my skin with each pass of the feather. Holy shit. Tug kneels by the side of my chest and I sink down just a bit as the bed moves. Hot air caresses my ear and I jolt. “Happy Valentine’s Day, sweet lips,” is whispered and I still. Holy crap, he remembered. Big, bad biker remembered Valentine’s Day. No way. No freaking way. I look up in shock only to see happy eyes staring back at me. I have never had anyone remember Valentine’s Day except my mother. She always had some kind of chocolate or something for me, and it always made me smile. But this, this is different. What Tug is doing to me—showing me—is not anything I’m accustomed to. With each glide, he’s telling me without words what’s inside of him. How strange is that? His liquid eyes brim with lust and if I’m not mistaken, a bit of longing as well. On top of all that, love. Love for me. My insides melt. “Happy Valentine’s Day,” I whisper, trying not to let all the shock of what is happening engulf me. He hasn’t said a word about this day all week and I had no pretenses that he would celebrate it or even acknowledge it. It’s a day and well, he’s a guy. Unless he saw it on television or something, I didn’t expect anything. Nothing like this good morning wakeup call. And I freaking love it. He lays the feather flat on my body in between my boobs. He rocks it back and forth, the entire length of the feather touching me at one time. Holy shit. My hips do a little swirl and my clit weeps, needing some kind of touch. A groan gets lodged in my throat, released in a painful sound. Tug chuckles deep. Grabbing his leg, I dig my nails in his thigh. “Tug, please.” He pulls away from my grasp and straddles me, his hard dick now against my stomach, his legs taking the brunt of his weight. He peers down at me and I run my hands up his thighs, feeling each hair in my path. He brushes the feather against the side of my face down my chin to the other side and along my neck, not leaving an inch untouched. “In due time, sweet lips. First, I need to play.” Disappointment mixed with

excitement courses through my veins. I want him to play, love it when he does, but the fire burning inside is craving to combust. A foreign noise escapes me and Tug chuckles. “I know you like this, don’t deny it.” The way he reads me is wonderful and frustrating at the same time. Not wanting to be left out of the play, I reach for the bulbous head of his dick, fisting it tight. “Fuck.” He grabs both of my hands, pulling me away and holding them above my head. I go willingly because, let’s face it, the move stuns me briefly. “You don’t want me touching you?” Surely that can’t be right. He loves it when I do. “You touch me, I’ll blow. Watching your sweet ass jump for the past fifteen minutes with each touch of the feather has me harder than I think I’ve ever been. You touch, it’s game over, and I have plans for you.” His cock is so close to my face in this position, if I bent my chin and stuck out my tongue, I could taste him. Tug lets go of my arms and moves back, his head shaking knowingly. “You’re quite eager today. Huh, sweet lips?” I try to narrow my eyes, giving him a pissed off look, but it falls so damn flat I shouldn’t have even tried. I’m so damn turned on that it’s the only thing invading my thoughts. Shit. “Tug, come on.” He stretches my arms out to the sides of my body. My body is like the letter X the way he has positioned me. “Keep your arms there.” “Why, what are you doing?” It’s not that I don’t trust him because I do. I do very much. I just— “What I want,” He cuts off my thoughts and the anxious energy inside me boils. Tug moves off of me, setting the feather beside me on the bed, and I watch him as he goes. Grabbing one of my large, round-jar candles—that is already lit by the way—he comes back to the bed and straddles me exactly as before. He holds the candle above me, the wax swaying inside the jar with each move. Panic shoots through me. “What are you doing?” His face softens at the anxiety in my tone, and that alone helps me relax a bit. “Do you trust me?” “Of course, I do,” I say without hesitation. “I just want to know what you are going to do with that lit candle. That’s not so strange.” Hell no, it’s not. That shit’s gotta be hot. What the hell is he thinking? “Trust me to take care of you.” I close my eyes, because I do. He would never hurt me, at least not intentionally. I focus on that and try to relax my wired body, which takes more energy than not relaxing. Sucking in a deep breath and closing my eyes, I say, “I do.” Exhaling, I open my eyes and receive a full-out smile from Tug. It is panty-dropping, mouth-wateringly, heart-stoppingly gorgeous. I’m so focused on the smile that I jump at the first touch of his fingers. They are warm and soft, trailing over my chest. My eyes widen as he dips his fingers into the wax, letting it coat the tips, then brings it back to my skin. This touch is more intense than the feather. This one is warmth and heat magnified by a hundred. “Tug,” I gasp as he traces over a nipple. “Relax, sweet lips.” Relax. Really? That flew out the window a minute ago when his warm hands and then the coolness of the air hitting after, shocked me to my core. Holy crap. “I can’t.” I wiggle my ass. Since he is sitting between my legs, there is no chance of me rubbing my

thighs together to relieve the ache. Unfortunately, the ass wiggle doesn’t help either. Tug’s body shakes with silent laughter. I want to give him attitude, but I can’t. I’m too lost in the touch. Over and over, he dips his fingertips in the burning candle and then runs them over my body. I grip the sheets and my pussy throbs. He moves from the bed and I pop out of my Tug-induced haze. He can’t leave. Tug sets the candle down and pulls the wax off of his fingers, throwing it back into the jar, his hard cock bobbing, begging to be touched. I sit up on my elbows to get a better view. Tug’s body is like something from one of the biker romance novels that I read. Or used to, when I had time. Arms and shoulders broad and strong, each muscle flexing as he works. His abs are so defined that the indent of the planes look sculpted, along with his chest. His ass. God, his ass. So damn tight. I really need to get a mirror and hang it on the door across from the bed. No doubt seeing that ass move while he’s inside me would be the sights to end all sights. A predatory gleam sparks in his eyes as he nears the bed, crawling up to me like a panther ready to strike. “I—” My words are cut off when his mouth comes down on mine, his body following. His sleek lips take mine and I open readily to him, our tongues skimming one another in tandem. Wrapping my hands around his neck, I pull him closer to me, loving the feel of his heat and weight on me. I run my fingers through his hair and his elbow rests beside my ear. His kiss isn’t hard or rough. It’s deep, sweet, sensual even. This is the part of Tug that I love so very much. His ability to show me the loving, compassionate him. He may be rough. He may be a biker, but with me in these moments, he’s so damn caring. Not to say I don’t like it when he just takes from me, because let’s face it, that’s hot as hell. But this? This is what shoots right to my heart, weaving itself so tight, and leaving warmth in its wake. My body still hums from his ministrations, but there is no way in hell I’m pushing. This right here is perfect. When Tug breaks the kiss, I want to cry out for him to come back, but refrain when his lips and tongue find the spot behind my ear that gets me every damn time. The words lodge and come out in a moan or mewl. I don’t know and don’t care. My fingers stay threaded through his hair, following the movements of his head as he kisses across my jaw, down my neck to my collarbone, down my breast bone and then to each boob. Holy shit. He is not gentle with them at all. He sucks in deep and sparks fly. His teeth join in, nipping the very tips. He immediately swipes his tongue, licking away the slight sting, and then moves on to the next one. His soft touch slides to my stomach, his tongue moving in and out of my bellybutton, mimicking the plunge of his dick inside of me. I squirm. I’m going to implode. Seriously. All over the damn room. Shit. He moves down, and I shake my pussy at him when he hits my thigh, but he doesn’t bite. He doesn’t touch my ache at all. Saying I am frustrated doesn’t even cut it, but when his lips touch behind my knee, it goes away slightly. Tug moves down to my feet then up the other leg, giving it exactly the same treatment. I

swear I am going to lose my freaking mind here soon. Dammit. “Tug.” It almost comes out as a whine, which pisses me off. I do not whine. Shit, he’s got me twisted in knots. He meets the V of my legs and I brace for his tongue. It’s coming, I know it is. He kisses the top of my mound and down my bare pussy. He’s right there. A little further. He sits up on his knees. “No!” I scream. What in the hell does he think he’s doing? The damn man chuckles. “This is not funny!” “Having you spread out for me to feast on. You aching for my mouth, fingers and dick. You wanting me more every damn minute I touch you. Nothing else could bring a bigger smile to my face.” My insides go all melty. Why does he have to say shit like that? It turns me all inside out and then I can’t focus on the fact that I need to come. Now. “Tug, please.” “You know what’s even better?” His brow rises like he’s waiting for me to answer. I don’t know; I can’t freaking think so I stay quiet. “You begging.” Tug moves me so fast, flipping me so he is on top, then spins me around like a rag doll, my face lined up with his cock and his with my pussy. Holy shit. “Suck my cock, Blaze. Deep. Hard. Show me how much you want it.” Oh, God, I do. Right now, more than my breath. The head is purple, not happy purple, but purple and flaming mad. Tug’s hands grip my hips and he pulls me down on his face. His tongue spears my entrance and I scream. Shit. I won’t be able to hold on. His tongue moves in and out as I grip his cock in my hand. He pulls away and I moan. “You don’t suck, I don’t suck. Got it?” Instead of answering, I wrap my lips around his dick, and push it as far down my throat as physically possible, his balls hitting my nose. I balance on my hands, but move to my elbow so I can use one of them. His dick triggers my gag reflex. Shit. I will not gag. I ward it off by pulling him out and quickly inhaling a hard breath. His tongue licks every crevice of my folds, but the one place I need him, he’s not going anywhere near. I grind my hips, trying to get just the slightest bit of friction. Pain slices through my ass and a loud slap echoes through the room. I love it when he smacks my ass. It’s in warning, but I can’t help but continue moving. I bob up and down on his dick, using my tongue to caress his shaft and sucking in the tip of his head at every turn. This drives him wild and he deserves it. Payback is a bitch. To add to his torture, I grip his balls and roll them back and forth as I continue fucking him with my mouth. Tug’s grip becomes painful and he stills my hips. I pick up my licking and sucking, moving faster and faster. His tongue dives deep inside of me. I moan around his dick and it twitches in my mouth from the vibrations. My hips are lifted and he tosses me to the side of the bed, his dick popping out of my mouth. Tug turns me around on my knees and reaches around my body, slamming my soft one into his hard one. His hand

feathers through my hair and he kisses me. Not like before. No. This is the hard, rough yet passionate kiss. Who am I kidding? I love every kiss from this man. I give as good as he does and take what he’s willing to give. Our hands roam each other and passionate lust consumes us. Tug smashes me to the bed, falling between my thighs. One hard thrust. Holy shit. My channel is ready for him, but as deep as he is inside me, my inner walls quiver. He breaks away from my mouth, lifts my legs up and presses them together in front of me, leaving them suspended in the air but bent at the knee. This position blocks my view of him and all I can do is feel. Every single thrust. Every time he pulls his dick out, rubbing the head up and over my clit then back down before he pushes inside again. Everything. The explosion hits me. It’s not a gradual one that I know is coming. No, this is purely spontaneous, bam, there. I scream so loud, the windows shake, or it could be Tug’s thrusts rattling the headboard, whatever. “Fuck, sweet lips. I love it when your tight pussy wraps so fucking tight around my cock.” Another wave bursts through me. “That’s it. Keep coming.” He pounds into me, every part of the room around us shaking, or at least it feels like it. “Come again. Now,” he growls. I don’t know how I do it, but I do. This one hits and I can’t even scream. Whatever sound wanted to come out is stuck in my throat. He continues to move as my body ricochets into oblivion. His cock pulses inside of me, his heat pouring into my body. His thrusts get slower and he lets go of my legs, which fall like noodles to the sides. Tug collapses on top of me, but I can’t move. I want to wrap my arms around him, but I can’t. I can’t even think. I’m just here. With my each intake of breath, Tug exhales, our chests rising and falling against each other in rapid succession. We lie here, trying to pull ourselves together. Tug’s dick is still inside me, deflating ever so slowly. Damn, it feels good that I do this to him. After a few moments, I’m able to move my arms and wrap them around Tug’s body, squeezing him tight to me. He doesn’t move, but his breathing returns to normal. These are the moments that I can never get enough of. Tug rolls off my body onto his side on the bed. My body instantly chills, missing his warmth. He tucks me into him, our faces aligned. I shiver. Tug pulls a blanket over our bodies and returns to the same position. Every bit of love he has inside of him is pouring out of the eyes staring back at me. And to think, I almost missed all of this. My heart constricts. No words are spoken, we just stare into each other, silently communicating our love. I touch my lips to his in a very tender kiss. “What do you have planned for the day?” I whisper. “You.” My pussy quivers all over again and inside, I’m doing a one-handed fist pump in the air. I figured he’d have to work or go to the clubhouse. Shit. X. “What just changed that sexy smile into a

frown?” “I have to go to X today and check on things. Princess isn’t going in and I told her I would.” Damn. Wouldn’t it be nice to shut the real world out just for a day and lie in bed with my man? Damn reality checks. “I’ll go with ya.” His hand brushes the hair off of my cheek, sweeping it to the side. Every damn time he touches me, it makes me love him even more. That wasn’t even a touch, just a helpful thing to do. For a woman who wanted to push this man away, I’m pretty much losing my shit over him. “I’m not sure I want you watching all the girls strip. You may get ideas,” I tease. He grins and pulls me so close to him there is no space between our bodies. “Sweet lips, you love my ideas so don’t give me any shit.” He’s right. I do. The way he talks, acts, loves me. “Besides, I’ve been wanting to fuck you in that dressing room of yours.” I suck in deep. His lips brush my mouth, his nose slowly swiping mine. “Up against the mirror, so you can watch each time I thrust inside of you. You can watch my face as I come.” Shit. Wasn’t I just thinking something like this earlier? How in the hell does he know this shit? My sated body springs to life and I very much want that. “You like the idea. Your face flushed even deeper.” I don’t answer, no need to. Instead, I kiss him, giving him confirmation without words. Our tongues intertwine and Tug takes over but unfortunately, breaks away way too soon. “What time do you have to be there?” “Around three or so.” Tugs lifts up, peering over my body. “It’s almost noon. Why don’t we go make use of that tub in there?” The one I put in and haven’t used in ages. Yes, please. “Sounds good.” With a small lip touch, I leave the bed, putting a little extra sway in my hips as I go. His eyes burn holes through my ass and I try not to giggle. I make quick work of starting the water, use the bathroom, and then climb in the tub. I don’t wait for Tug; who knows what he’s doing. He’ll come when he comes. The warm water massages my body, relaxing muscles I didn’t even know ached. Once it reaches above my breasts, I turn it off and relax my head on the side of the tub, closing my eyes. A splash breaks me out of my relaxed state as Tug’s large body enters the water. He maneuvers himself behind me, wrapping his strong arms around my waist. I lean my head back into his chest. This right here, is heaven.

Holding my girl, naked in the tub, I let myself relax. The shocked look on Blaze’s face when she woke up was priceless. How in the hell could I forget? That shit is all over TV. Hell, I’ve been getting mail from jewelry places and everything else for the past few weeks. I may not buy the shit, but it was a good reminder. When I initially thought about waking Blaze up, my first idea was a rose but I scratched that just as fast as it came. My woman will never receive another fucking rose in her lifetime, ever. The peacock feather was pure luck. Right place, right time and all that shit. Costumes, gotta love ‘em. The entire time I was loving my girl, I wanted to just plow into her and take her, but I refrained. This morning wasn’t for me getting off, even though I did. It was for her, and I think I did pretty damn good, if I say so myself. Not that I’ll breathe a word of that to the guys. They’d never stop giving me shit. Blaze wiggles in my arms, my dick stirring. I will never get tired of fucking her. No damn way. Sliding my hands under the water and down her stomach, I toy with her pussy lips. Not pushing inside, just around and up over her clit. Her moan is so fucking sexy. She moves her hips in tune with my fingers, the water sloshing all around. I lift her, gently sitting her on my lap, her back to my front and legs on either side. Her head instantly falls back against my chest. I guide my cock inside her opening, finding its home no problem. “Tug,” she whispers, circling her hips around and around. “Sweet lips?” I say in her ear, brushing it with my lips, and she groans. “Ride my cock.” “Oh…” Her moans trail off. I piston my hips up, hard, and she jumps. She needs to move. Now. She grips on to the bathtub and begins to ride. Water splashes out of the tub onto the tile floor, but all I can feel is her heat on my dick. In and out. She clamps down on my dick, continuing her movements, and it’s too much. Reaching around, I toy with her clit, rubbing it hard and fast. Her screams of ecstasy fill the room. I grip her hips, pulling her down on me a few more times, before my dick erupts inside of her. No matter how much I fuck this woman, it’s never enough. Never.

Blaze falls limply onto my body, ours still connected. We lie there, soaking and coming back down to earth. I look to the floor, water is everywhere. “Looks like we made a mess,” I tease as she glances around. “I’m gonna fall on my ass,” she murmurs, and she’s not wrong. We’ll be lucky to get out of here without skating to our ass. And since I want to fuck Blaze several more times today, I’m not letting her fall. “Lift up, sweet lips. I’ll take care of it.” She dislodges me from her body and moves to the other side of the tub. Good thing this damn thing is huge. Next time, I need to turn on the jets and get her off that way before I take her. Cautiously, I climb out of the tub, grabbing towels and throwing them on the floor. Water has pretty much coated the entire bathroom. Towel after towel, I cover the tile, making sure to leave one for Blaze. “Come on.” I hold out my hand for her and she climbs out, wrapping herself up tight. I snag her around the waist and pull her in for a hard kiss. “Get dressed. I’m taking you to get food.” Her megawatt smile graces her lips. Yep, she’s mine. All fucking mine. She brushes her lips against mine and heads off to the closet. An hour later, we are on the back of my bike. Her hold around me stays firm the whole time. Her front stays plastered to my back, the heat coming off of her only making me want to take her again. I pull into Sam’s, her grip tightens, no doubt remembering our first time here. I just wanted to eat, but I’ll run with it. Climbing off the bike, I take her hand and begin walking to the door. Her hand tugs mine as she stops in the parking lot. I turn to her, sheepishness crosses over her features, so I pull her in close. “You know, when we came here that first night?” I nod, how the hell could I forget. “All I could think about was screwing you in the bathroom.” A chuckle escapes me. “I would have taken you up on that, sweet lips.” Hell yeah, I would have. Shit, I’d have taken her on the damn table. Her arms come around to my back, pulling me close to her. “You realize you had me from the moment I saw you at X?” Fuck yeah. Instead of answering, I slam my lips to hers hard, demanding entrance with my tongue. A car honks and Blaze jumps. The driver of the car laughs and I flip him off. He’s lucky I have my girl in my arms or I’d beat the fucking shit out of him. Prick. “Come on. Let’s feed you.” I yank Blaze’s hand softly, bringing her back to the booth where we sat the first time we came. I didn’t plan that shit. It just happened to be open. She slides into the booth and instead of sitting on the other side, I sit next to her. How the hell else am I going to touch her? “What are you doing?” she asks with a raised brow. Leaning into her, I whisper against her ear, “I’m going to drive you mad.” She shakes. She has no idea. After ordering, I lean back in the booth. “So, what all do you have to do at X?” Not that I mind going

there, just rather not spend the whole fucking night there. “Make sure the lineup is good and no one flaked out at the last minute.” I rest my hand on her thigh as she talks. “Liquor is good, but gotta make sure the bouncers are good to go. Since I won’t be there, Cali is working the floor, too.” My hand inches up her jean-covered leg. I’d much rather have had a skirt, but I’ll work with it. “What are you doing?” she asks, putting her hand on top of mine to halt me. Not happening. I lean in. “Sit back. Don’t make any noises or all the people here will know what’s happening.” I’ve never done anything like this with Blaze and really, I’m not sure how she’ll react, but it fucking turns me on and I’m gonna give it a shot. “Tug, seriously what are you doing?” Her grip on my hand tightens and her nails dig in. “Do you trust me?” Her eyes widen and a small gasp leaves her mouth. “Of course I do.” The words come out with a smash of anger. “Then, move your hand and let me do what I’m gonna do.” I’m pushing. I know it. But if we are ever going to break through all of her walls, I need to. I believe that she trusts me to a point. I just need to knock down those few remaining bricks and if I have to in order to make her see the light, by damned I’ll do it. It takes her a full minute to fight whatever is in her head, but she lets go, placing her hands on the table. I squeeze her gently. “Proud of you,” I whisper, traveling my hand up to the V of her jeans. I’m not going to get far with these blocking my path, but I’ll do my damnedest. The waitress drops of our drinks and Blaze clenches the table like it’s her lifeline. Her entire body is on edge as she, no doubt, tries to figure out what I’m about to do. I want to laugh, but don’t. I snake my hand up higher and with my pointer finger begin to rub, applying pretty good pressure. Her swift intake of breath tells me that she feels it. Perfect. I make lazy circles. “So, you don’t need to stay long?” I carry on as if I don’t have my hand on her hot pussy. Her breath hitches. “No, as long as there aren’t any problems.” I deepen the pressure just a bit and can feel her throbbing nub. “Good. Guys are going to Bimbo’s tonight. Thought we’d go for a while and hang out.” She glares at me. It’s not because I suggested Bimbo’s; nope, it’s because her hips are moving slightly in the seat, trying to get just a little bit more. I pull away and she slumps against the booth. “That’s…” Just as she starts talking, I press on her clit again, making her pause. “Would you stop that,” she barks low. My girl is funny as shit. “No.” It only takes a little movement and she is back in the same boat, moving against my hand. Just like before, I choose to listen to her body other than the words that come out of her mouth. The flush that has crept up her cheeks and neck, her breathing erratic. Fucking love it. Her nails dig into my arm, but it’s not for me to stop. She’s close, very very close. I pull back. “What are you doing?” “Food’s coming.” The waitress walks our way with the food and places it on the table with a smile. I

lean in to Blaze. “I couldn’t have you coming right in front of her.” “Please don’t leave me like this.” she pleads. I pick up my burger and start eating, her eyes locked on me and burning with frustration. After plucking a fry in my mouth, I begin again and this time Blaze doesn’t fight. “You’d better eat. It’ll get cold.” I pick up another fry, putting it in my mouth. Her eyes are closed and I press deeper then retreat, my hand coming to my burger. “You can’t stop!” she screams in a whisper. I’m not sure how she did it, but she did. It’s also laced in anger and longing. “I need to eat. Need my strength.” I wiggle my brow. She huffs. We eat in silence; she’s pissed and it’s sexy as shit. I finish my last fry then place my fingers back on her pussy and she jolts. Her attention was on her food and not me. Her mistake. “I’m trying to eat.” “Me too.” I lick my lips, lean in close, and lick her bottom one. She groans, loud. I love this shit. Keeping her on edge, not letting her come. It’s not a power trip. In actuality, it’s all for her. She’ll come that much harder next time I’m inside of her and judging from the strain on my jeans right now, that will be very fucking soon. The waitress brings the check and Blaze barely opens her eyes for it. Pretty fucking sexy. I throw some bills on the table, grab her hand, and pull her out to my bike. Abruptly, I kiss her, hard. Her hands come to my shirt and she fists the material. I tear my lips away from hers. Blaze’s eyes are molten hot. She is so ready to be fucked. Gotta make that happen. “On the bike, sweet lips.” I nip at her bottom lip and she climbs on. The entire ride, her ass wiggles on the seat behind me. I’m half tempted to stop the bike and tell her, if she gets off on my bike and not my cock, she’s sucking it for a week. But I keep going. Faster I get there, the faster I can take what’s mine. I waste no time getting her off my bike and into X. Girls turn to tell her hi, but I don’t stop. After barging through the door of her dressing room, I kick it shut and turn the lock. “Jeans down, now,” I growl, unbuckling my belt and unzipping my fly. Without a word, she pulls her jeans to her ankles. “Turn around. Hands on the desk.” The lights around the mirror shine but all I focus on is Blaze’s face. “Leg up.” I help her position her knee next to her hand. “Tug, please.” I grip her hair tight and pull her back to me. “You need to be fucked?” “After that torture at Sam’s, yes!” she says, eyes full of desire and locked on mine in the mirror. “Don’t lie, sweet lips. You loved every fucking minute of it.” I don’t let her answer. Instead, I drive into her all the way, my balls slapping her pussy. She lets out a small scream. “You want everyone out there to know you’re getting fucked?” “Shut it and move, Tug.” I slap one of her ass cheeks and check her reflection in the mirror; she’s biting her lip not to scream.

Good girl. Not that I give a shit if they hear us or not. She’s my woman. I’ll fuck her whenever I want. This is all on her. This is nothing like this morning. Earlier, I wanted her to be so on fire that she melted for me. This time, I just need to fuck her. Sam’s was the warm up. I need her now. I squeeze my ass cheeks as I move inside her. Noises from Blaze sound muffled. She’s holding them in. “Take my cock, Blaze. All of it.” I plunge in deep, her walls clamping around me. My dick throbs for release. “Touch yourself, sweet lips, and watch in the mirror as I take you.” She groans and her fingertips brush my cock as she works. Her face is flushed and a small sheen of sweat dots her brow. Her eyes focus on mine. Inside them is passion and lust, and that’s all it takes for me to really let loose. In and out, I slam into her. Makeup and whatever else was on the table scatters to the floor, crashing all around us. The table shakes and our reflection in the mirror is unfocused. Blaze’s pussy spasms against me and that does it. My dick bursts inside of her, but I continue my strokes, each one enhancing my orgasm. Fuck me. Blaze’s chest falls to the table, her arms giving out completely. I lean down and kiss the small of her back before pulling out and yanking up my jeans. I wrap Blaze in my arms and carry her to the couch, sitting her on my lap. She’s a bit dazed. Her breathing harsh, but beginning to slow. I nuzzle her neck, breathing in her scent, kissing and stroking her. Eventually, she comes back to herself and the smile on her face is fucking priceless. “Hey,” she says softly. “Hey, yourself. Feel better?” I kiss the tip of her nose. She giggles. “Oh yeah.” She glances over at the mess on the floor. “You gonna help me clean up?” I grin. My idea of cleaning up is to throw everything in the garbage. No way she wants me near that. I ignore it. “You’d better get your shit done, so we can get the hell out of here.” “You’re leaking out of me.” Fuck yeah. She moves off of me and begins to clean herself with some tissues. “Maybe I’ll start making you use condoms so I don’t have to clean you off me every time.” I still. “Fuck no. I like my cum dripping out of you. Next time, I’ll put it all over that gorgeous body of yours.” Fire flashes and her breath hitches. She likes that idea. She puts on her pants and shoes then grabs the stuff on the floor, picking it up. Fuck. I get up and help her put it back on the counter. Damn this woman ties me in knots. She grabs my shirt and pulls me into a hard kiss. “Thank you.” “Babe, you don’t have to thank me for anything. Love you.” I kiss the top of her nose. “I’m going to talk to the girls. You wanna go out front and make sure Ace and Doug have everything under control?” “Sure, whatever is going to get you home and naked the fastest.” I grab her ass and squeeze. She

screams, not ready for my touch. “Tug!” She tries to look pissed off, but she can’t hide the humor in her expression. Her body never lies. “Let’s go.” Blaze swings the door open just as one of the dancers—Star, I think—comes running up. She’s wearing a blue costume and in her hands is an array of peacock feathers. Her face is panicked and I bust out laughing. “Blaze, someone took one of my feathers! I can’t go on with it looking like this. I’m supposed to have a full tail, and now it looks like shit!” Star talks so fast she reminds me of one of those auctioneers. Blaze turns to me, eyes wide in realization. Yeah, so I took it off her costume. Sue me. Blaze doesn’t find it funny, but she will after she fixes Star’s costume. She turns to Star. “Give it here. We’ll make it work.” She doesn’t look back as she says, “Tug, go check the guys.” Blaze begins to walk away but I snag her around the waist, yanking her in for a hard kiss, then release her on wobbly knees and stride out of the room.

I cannot believe he took one of the feathers from Star’s costume. When the hell did he do that? Shit, when did he even see it for that matter? I’d like to say that I’m mad, but not really. This morning was way too perfect for me to be pissed off in any way. “Let’s see what we can do here.” I rearrange the feathers so they all look cohesive, then quickly sew them to the fabric strap intended to hold them together. After getting her sorted, I had to redo the lineup because two of the girls called in. Surprise, surprise. Good thing is I was able to get ahold of one who had the night off and was willing to work. I spoke with Ace and Doug, telling them to make sure to call me if there are problems. To which Tug said, “You fucking handle them. Don’t be calling.” Stubborn man. “All finished. You ready to go?” Tug reaches out, wrapping his arm around my shoulders, and kisses the top of my head. “Been ready to get out of here.” I gather our things and head to Tug’s bike. I love being on the back of this man’s bike. You talk about high? This is the ultimate high. Who the hell needs drugs when you have Tug and his bike. I wrap my arms around him, enjoying the sensation of the wind whipping around us. Every once in a while, Tug will squeeze my hand or arm, letting me know he’s thinking of me. I return it. Having to deal with my past has been the most challenging thing ever. I’m so grateful that I have my man helping me. We pull into Bimbo’s and Tug cuts the engine. I climb off the bike and take off my helmet, placing it in Tug’s outstretched hand. I have only been here one other time and that was a while ago. I can’t help but feel a bit apprehensive about going into a biker bar, but with Tug with me, I have no worries. Entering, we hear a loud round of ‘Heys’ and get hugs from everyone. Luckily, I’ve met some of the other ol’ ladies, because Princess and Casey aren’t here yet. And I sure as hell don’t want to go over and stand in the guy huddle by the bar looking like a lost puppy.

“I’m gonna go get a beer. You want one?” “Sure. I’m gonna go sit with Leggs.” I nod my head towards her as she waves me over. Leggs is Becs’s ol’ lady and nice as pie. She’s sitting with a couple of the other ol’ ladies, but I don’t remember their names. Shit. Tug pulls me to him, kissing me hard, then walks off. “Hey, sugar, come have a seat,” Legs says, patting the stool beside her. “Thanks.” I sit, telling Flash hi as well. I wish I didn’t feel so damn uncomfortable. These women have never give me a reason to, but it’s just all so new. After a half hour of chitchat and a couple of beers, I’m a little more relaxed, when Casey and GT walk in with huge smiles on their faces. Casey comes up and gives me a hug. A few minutes later, Princess and Cruz come in as well. It’s pretty funny how the noise level increases so much when brothers and their ol’ ladies walk in. Leggs and Flash take off for the bathroom. “So, did Cruz remember Valentine’s Day?” Casey asks with a chuckle. “Nah. Coop reminded him.” The waitress drops off beers and takes off. “What about my brother? Did he?” Casey just laughs and I can’t help but chuckle with her. “Uh, no. When I told him Happy Valentine’s Day this morning, he said, ‘Don’t tell me you’re into that shit.’” She shrugs. “Typical guy. So I showed him exactly what I was into.” She wiggles her brow. “All right.” Princess holds up her hand in a stop maneuver. “I don’t want to hear the details of you fucking my brother, thank you very much.” “So, you don’t want to know that I rode him then he finished me off doggie?” Casey continues. “Come on, you know it’s funny.” I can’t help but burst out laughing, so hard that tears roll down my cheeks. “What about you? Tug remember?” Princess asks and my laughter dies to a playful smirk. “Absolutely. I woke up this morning to a large peacock feather moving up and down my body, from the top of my head to the tip of my toes and everywhere in between.” My body warms just thinking of the feather’s touch. Damn. “Then…” I trail off, not really wanting to give the sordid details. Some things are meant to be kept private. “You know.” I wave my hand, trying to blow it off. “We ate, checked on X, and came here.” “Where in the hell did he get a peacock feather?” Casey asks. “I’ve only seen a real one of those at a zoo.” I know exactly where he got it, but I am keeping my mouth shut. “All I know is every touch of that damn thing made my skin come alive. That’s all that matters.” I pause, thinking about this morning again. “I’m definitely keeping that damn thing. We will have round two.” We all laugh but I am so not joking. “I didn’t expect Cruz to remember and I really don’t care about it. It’s just a day and I tell him I love him all the time. It’s what I have planned for him later that I’m ready for,” Princess says. “What do you have planned?” Casey asks, interrupting my daydream.

“I’m not saying.” That little wench. All right, who am I kidding? I didn’t tell them about everything that went on with us, either. “Come on. I need some ideas,” I beg, leaning against the table and sucking in Princess’s words like a sponge. “Too damn bad. Google it,” Princess retorts. I pretend to pout. “I asked Tug the other day if I could tie him to the bed and he refused. Stubborn man. Then I asked him if I could massage him, nope on that one too. He said he’d much rather massage me. Whatever.” “GT does like a good rubdown.” Casey taps her mouth with her finger, an evil smirk playing on her lips. She loves giving Princess shit. “What the hell?” I jump as Casey grabs Princess’s hand, inspecting her finger. “You’re engaged? That should have been the first words out of your damn mouth!” Casey holds Princess’s hand out to me and I sit back in shock. Holy shit. The black with black and white stones, it is so her. Cruz did so good. “Oh shit, girl. It’s gorgeous.” I let go of Princess’s hand and stand up. I’m not sure what comes over me, but I whistle loudly, getting the attention of everyone in the room. All eyes fall on me. I have a moment of ‘oh shit’ but tamp it down and continue. “Drinks are in order! Princess and Cruz are getting married.” Then, it’s a mob. Everyone is on Princess and Cruz, congratulating them. This is so exciting. Casey and Princess are both marrying the men they love. Will I ever get married? Would Tug even ask me? How would I answer? Yes, I love him, but the marriages that I’ve seen haven’t been good ones. I should focus on that, but it is difficult. Shaking my head, I go back to the celebration. Laughs and drinks ensue, and eventually, Princess and Cruz leave, followed shortly by Casey and GT. There are a few ol’ ladies out on the dance floor but that is one place I really don’t care to be. Instead, I walk over to Tug and wrap my arms around his waist. “I’m gonna head to the bathroom.” I drop a soft peck on his cheek, but he grabs my face. He pulls me to him, kissing me hard and hot. The brothers whoop and holler, but Tug doesn’t back away. When he does, I’m a bit breathless. Regaining myself, I head to the bathroom and do my business. I’m stopped at the bar to order another beer when a hand grabs my ass. Tug. I smile and turn, then stop dead, beer in hand. My smile dies. It’s not Tug. This man is about my height with a swimmer’s body. He has a beard and mustache and is wearing a baseball cap. “Hey, baby. How’s about I take you home and show you a good time?” The stench of booze from his breath permeates the air and I take a step back, my spine pressing up against the bar. What in the hell? I look over the man’s shoulder. Tug is talking and not looking this way, but Dagger is staring right at us. I mouth, ‘help.’ He knocks Tug in the chest with a ‘what the fuck’ and points over to me. With my eyes, I plead with Tug. Since the kidnapping, I get really jumpy when men get this close and no one is around to run interference. Cali always has my back at X, and I’m comfortable with that, but this. No. I need to start

taking self-defense classes. I hate feeling helpless. I never used to, but after those monsters recently tried to ship me overseas, I’m still pretty shaken. The guy puts his grimy hands on my hips. “Back off. My man is on his way over here.” The drunk asshole smiles. “Yeah, right. All you bitches do is lie. I’ll show you what I do to lying bitches.” His tone turns hateful and my stomach plummets. I look over his shoulder again just as Tug barrels through to me. He’s been so protective and this is sure to send him over the edge, but no one would be able to stop him. Tug grabs the back of the guy’s neck and throws him to the ground, the smile leaving the drunk asshole’s lips. “You got your fucking hands on my woman?” Tug lands a punishing kick to the guy’s ribs. “No one.” He kicks again. “Puts.” Kick. “A hand.” Kick. “On my.” Two kicks. “Girl.” He picks the guy up off the floor and begins to pummel his face. I move away quickly, straight over to the brothers who are now huddled around the fight. Dagger puts his arm around me. It’s not in a creepy-Dagger way, it’s in a comforting way. This side of him I like. Punch after punch, kick after kick, and Tug doesn’t let up. The guy is bleeding all over the floor, but the fierce look in Tug’s eyes is telling me that he is not going to stop. Shit. “Tug!” I yell, but he doesn’t respond. “Tug! Stop!” I scream again to no avail. “Tug!” I grow frantic and Dagger releases me. He rushes up to Tug and places a hand on his shoulder. Tug’s head snaps to it. “It’s done, son. You’ve made your point. Your girl needs you.” Tug’s eyes dart to mine and whatever he sees in them has him moving quickly my way. “Are you okay?” He inspects my body from top to bottom. “I’m fine. I promise.” I wrap him in my arms and squeeze him tight. His body trembles, no doubt from the anger still vibrating through him. His arms tighten around me and he kisses the top of my head. “Can we go?” I just want to go home. This was not how I wanted to spend my night. “Sure, sweet lips.” He turns to the brothers, still in a circle around the guy. “I’m out,” he announces, and hands go up in silent goodbyes. Tug’s strong arm comes around my shoulder as he leads me out of the bar. The hand by my neck is bleeding. Shit. I stop and grab his hands. His knuckles are fire red with tons of scrapes and cuts. Blood seeps out of them. “I need to get you cleaned up.” He gives my hand a squeeze. “When we get home. Let’s get the fuck out of here before I go back in there and kill that motherfucker.” I start at his words and walk quickly to his bike. The ride home is fast and I do my best to inspect his hands during it. Not horrible, but not good either. I should have just kneed the guy in the balls and been done with it, but I’m not stupid. He would have beat the shit out of him regardless. No need for what ifs. Entering the house, I tear into the bathroom for the first aid kit, finding it under the sink. I take it to the

kitchen where Tug is washing his hands. “Here.” I give him a towel and he dries his hands. I open up the kit and grab one of his hands, pulling it to me. “I’m fine, sweet lips.” He tries to pull away from me. Uh… no. “Let me do this,” I bark, a little harsher than I intended, but it gets the point across and he relents. I clean out his wounds, adding ointment and bandages. “Sweet lips,” he says but I keep my focus on putting the final touches on his hand. “Babe.” This time his tone is harder and I look up. “Really I’m fine. You don’t need to worry.” “I always worry about you.” His eyes soften. He crashes my body into his hard one, leans down and takes my mouth. “No one will ever touch you again, Blaze. You gotta know that. I won’t allow it.” “I know,” I whisper softly. We stand in the kitchen for a long while, just holding each other. This incident wasn’t bad, but my thoughts keep drifting to my past. I want to seal the door shut on it forever, but in these moments, it plagues me. I hate that. I back away. “Are you hungry?” “Sure, sweet lips.” His lips brush mine, and I exhale. I make a quick dinner of chicken parmesan and we eat together. “I have a question for you,” Tug asks when my fork is just about to enter my mouth. I pull it away. “What?” “You do know that one day you are gonna marry me?” A hard lump forms in my throat and tears prick the back of my eyes. “Not yet, but soon, sweet lips.” My heart squeezes and I almost forgot there was a question in there as I take a bite of my food. “I want kids. What about you?” I choke on my spaghetti, chewing quickly, coughing, swallowing, and doing it all at once. I gasp for breath. Tug is right there and I wave him off. I’m fine. Just need a moment here. After downing my food and taking a drink, I sit quietly. He doesn’t push, but the lines of his eyes show me his agitation. He wants kids. Shit. I don’t. I just don’t. How in the hell do I say that to the man I love? I… I shake my head trying to clear away the thoughts, but it doesn’t help. “I don’t, Tug,” I say so softly, I hope he can’t hear me. “You don’t want kids?” He sets his fork down, giving me his full attention. My nerves kick in. We’ve never had this conversation. Fuck. I don’t want to lose him. I begin to ache. “No.” I pause then words fall. “I couldn’t live with myself if my children went through the same thing I did. I’ve always said that I’ll never have kids. I couldn’t handle it, Tug. I’d kill the son of a bitch myself. It’s just too hard.” Tug drags my chair next to his and pulls me in his arms. “I understand, sweet lips. I do. But this is something that we need to work on, because I want kids, but I want them with you. And any sorry ass motherfucker touches my babies or you, well, you know what will happen. You don’t just have me at your

back, you have a whole fucking club. You gotta remember that, babe.” I know he’s right. I also know that any one of those men would do anything to protect what is theirs. I’ve seen it first-hand. It doesn’t stop the fear though. The fear of it happening to my baby. “I love you, Tug, but I don’t know if I’ll ever be ready for kids. If this is a deal breaker, then we need to seriously talk about this.” The mood in the room changes to something so damn scary, tingles race up my spine. Shit. “No fucking way, Blaze. You are mine. Forever. We will work on the kid thing. We have lots of time for that. I’m not saying I want to knock you up tonight or anything. But there is no deal to break. You are mine, end of story.” The finality in his tone rings loud and clear. “I just don’t want you to get your heart set on it, and in five years, me not be able to give you what you need.” If he left me, I’d pick up the pieces, but it would kill me. It would eat me alive for the rest of my life. “You’re not getting rid of me. Hear that right now. Whatever comes along, we will work it out.” A lump grows in the pit of my stomach. Great, one more thing for me to worry about. Like I don’t have enough as it is. Shit. I just nod, get up, and clean the kitchen. As I’m standing at the sink washing, steel arms pull me away from the water. “Sweet lips, you need to relax. Neither one of us is going anywhere. I can see it in your face. You’re worried. Don’t be,” he says into my ear from behind. “I’ll try.” I just want to be the woman he needs and if I can’t give him this… shit. He kisses my neck and releases me. I just keep cleaning. Tug lies sprawled out on the couch, some show about storage containers blaring on the screen. I head to the bathroom. I check myself in the mirror, my face looks tired. The baby thing on top of the incident at the bar sucked something out of me. Stop it. It’s Valentine’s Day and you need to suck it up, I berate my reflection. I apply makeup to cover the haunted look, fluff my hair, and sneak into the bedroom. I slip into a black corset with lace rimming the edges and leather strips down the sides. I add a black thong that really has nothing to it. It’s made of lace and totally see-through. It is definitely not intended for actual use. I skip the garters but slide into four-inch, red, snakeskin heels. I apply the same red color to my lips and go out in search of my man. It is Valentine’s Day, after all. May as well give him a private show. I saunter into the living room like I own it, which I do, but you get the point. I strut, grabbing the remote and turning the TV to a rock radio station. Music filters through the air and my man sits up on the couch, eyes burning. “Hey, sweet lips.” He licks his lips and I roll my hips in tune with the music. I may not be stripping anymore, but that doesn’t mean I can’t do it for him. Using my heeled foot, I push the coffee table out of my way and slink right up to Tug. As I bend down, my boobs practically fall out of my top. I kiss him briefly and move away, turning around so he can see my ass. I let loose, kicking, grinding, gyrating, and pumping, all to the music. Sweat coats my skin and it feels

damn good. Walking up to Tug, I make sure one foot is directly in front of the other, my finger touching my bottom lip, looking as sultry and seductive as I can. “Sweet lips, you need to get your ass over here.” I smirk and straddle his legs. Music continues to pour through me as I grind my hips around and around, his hard cock never losing touch with my core. Tug pulls my top down, grips my boobs hard then puts his mouth over one nipple. He sucks and sucks. I might come just from his sucking. Oh God. My head falls back, my hair brushing the backs of my legs. Just a little more. I’m right there. Pop echoes through the room, my nipple instantly feeling cold. “Up,” Tug demands. Reluctantly, I follow. He wastes no time ridding himself of his jeans, boots, and shirt. Damn he’s gorgeous. I’m not sure what the hell I did to deserve him, but I’ll do my damnedest to keep him. He falls back on the couch. “Get up here and ride me. Hard and fast.” I slip my fingers in my thong to pull it down, but he stops me. “It stays on.” An evil smile crosses my face. Yummy. I straddle him and he pulls my thong to the side. No preparation, no gentleness. He plows into me, his piercing hitting every right spot inside my body. I scream loudly. I can’t help it. It feels so fucking good. He takes my nipple back in his mouth and I move. Hard. Fast. Rough. I dig my fingers into the top of the couch, getting balance, and I ride. The harder he sucks the harder I move. The sensations are building, rolling inside of me. Tug takes that moment to bite my nipple and everything turns hazy. Sparks spiral through me, one after another, so rapidly. Tug grips my hips and takes control of my movements, slamming me down on him over and over again. “Tug!” I call out, not wanting his attention, just needing to say his name. As I come down from my orgasm, Tug pulls out and I groan. He’s not done, though; his cock is still rock hard. Thank you, lord. He stands and positions me, my back to the top of the cushions, my feet hitting the wall, and my head hanging off the couch. “Open,” he commands. My mouth drops open and he thrusts his cock inside. I taste myself on him and it urges me to suck harder, so I do. He pushes himself all the way to the back of my throat, over and over again. When he pulls out, I gag for breath. The couch moves and I hold on. What in the hell is he doing? Tug comes behind the couch, pulling my hips up to the top of it. I’m balancing on my shoulder blades. He rests his leg up on top of the couch’s back then plunges into me. Holy shit. Oh, holy shit. This angle has his piercing and the tip of his dick hitting me so damn perfectly that the roll hits hard and fast. “I want you to come on my cock. You hear me, Blaze?” I do, but have a hard time finding words. When he stops, I look up at him. “Answer me.” “I’m coming. Don’t stop. Please.” He loses all control and attacks. Each movement driving me higher and higher and higher. White spots fill my vision and my entire body convulses. It’s uncontrollable and so is my voice as I scream and scream, the sensations flowing through my body. Tug groans loudly, “Blaze.” And he must have come because by the time I come back to myself, he is

half hanging over the couch, the sweat from his brow dripping down on me. As I calm, the corset begins to pinch in this position, funny how I didn’t notice it before. “Tug. Gotta get up.” His head pops up and I love the look of ecstasy all over his face. He gives me a small smirk, pulls out, and my legs fall to the couch, which releases the tension from the corset. That feels better. He makes his way to the couch, picking me up and putting me on his lap. He seriously has a thing for this and to be honest, so do I. He brushes the hair away from my face. “You are so damn beautiful.” My heart swells. “I love you, sweet lips.” “Love you, too.” I kiss his mouth. “Better rest up. I’m fucking you in every room of this house tonight.” Holy shit. That’s like five more places. “Uhh—” I start but don’t finish. His lips find mine and suck me in. “I am. Happy Valentine’s Day.” “Happy Valentine’s Day, Tug.” Then he did exactly what he said he would.



Sunshine spills through the curtains that I must have forgotten to close last night and I squint my eyes, trying to focus. Heat envelops me and I look over at my man, blinking away the tears from the light. He lies still, eyes closed and arm over his face. His other arm is wrapped around me, pulling me tight against his body. His face looks so soft, peaceful, as if he doesn’t have any weight on his shoulders. He looks more like the guy I knew back before he started the club life. He’s still there, he’s just different, and I like both parts. When you’ve been in love with someone for this long, there really is no other choice. You either accept the man or you don’t. And, I do. His body stirs, arm dropping from his face. I adjust myself, moving closer to him. “Mornin’, Angel,” he mumbles huskily, the warmth of the words covering me like a second skin. “Morning.” His eyes slowly open. “How’d you know I was awake?” I didn’t think I made enough movement for him to even notice. His gaze meets mine, hot and vibrant. “I know every move you make, Angel.” My insides twist. I so love this man. “Happy Valentine’s Day.” My words come out soft. I’m curious to know if he remembers the day or not. His brow quirks in that sexy are-you-kidding-me way of his. “Don’t tell me you’re into that shit.” “I’m into telling you I love you every chance I can get.” GT grips my arm, pulling me on top of him, his mouth invading mine. I sink into him, loving each swipe of his tongue and every tingle as his hand threads through my hair. Running my hands over his chest, I grasp his neck and hold on, feeling that at any moment, he will sweep me away. My lungs burn and I abruptly pull away, needing air, gasping for it just as hard as he does upon the disconnect. God, he is so damn sexy. I swipe my thumb over his bottom lip, pulling it down with a small tug. His hand leaves my hair. His touch lighting my core as he presses between my shoulder blades, connecting us once more. God, he can

kiss like no other. I love that we sleep naked, with him it’s a must. I love waking up in the middle of the night with his dick lodged inside my body. When before I’m even fully awake, I have a screaming orgasm then fall right back into a deep sleep. Love that he can’t get enough of me because I can’t get enough of him either. I have plans for him this morning, and even though I know he’ll fight me on them, I’m going to do them anyway. I tear away from him and begin my descent. My lips caress his jaw, neck, and chest, taking extra time to toy with his nipples. I’m surprised that he’s letting me, but I keep going in hopes that he’ll let me do this my way and not pull his I’m-in-charge thing. I trace each of his abs with my tongue, licking and nipping with my teeth. “Damn, baby. You heading to my dick or you making me wait?” My eyes flick up to his smoldering ones and he’s about to lose his little bit of restraint. I move a bit faster than I want, kneeling between his broad thighs. His hard dick lay pointing up to his belly button, the head a shade of purple that looks painful. I’ll help him with that. Grasping his hard length in my hand, I squeeze and it twitches. “Put it in your mouth, Angel,” he demands, but I’m not really in the mood to listen right now. Giving a lot of strength in the movement as I go up, I lick from balls to crown. I head back down and repeat the steps over and over again, wetting every bit of his shaft. “Dammit, Angel,” GT growls, this time so hard I can feel the rumble in his legs. His abs tighten as he tries to sit up, but before he can, I shove the entire length of his cock into my mouth. GT’s not a small man. The crown taps the back of my throat and I fight not to gag. I breathe in through my nose slowly and pull him out. “Fucking shi—” The end of shit is cut off as I engulf him again, this time swallowing around him then releasing. His hands slide through the sides of my hair and try to control my movements. I do my best not to let him, but it’s pointless. Using one hand to rub up and down his shaft and the other to roll his balls, I suck him hard and fast. Even though his grip on me is tight, the deep sucking lets me maintain control. Over and over again, I slide my mouth over his dick. GT bucks his hips, going deeper than I anticipated, and I can’t help but gag. I stop for a moment, needing to catch my breath. Instead of moving back to this dick, I put my soul focus on his balls, moving down further, and GT loses his grip. I envelop one ball in my mouth, sucking hard while my hand goes up and down his shaft. When I move to the other, GT bucks his hips again. “You little fucking minx.” I release him with a pop, and he yanks me up, devouring my lips in a greedy, needy kiss. “Climb up on my face, now.” Damn, I love when he talks like that. Sliding up to his face, I place my knees on either side of his head. His arms wrap around my thighs, pulling my pussy directly to his awaiting tongue. Oh God. His lips close over my clit and he sucks. “Oh… oh…” I pant, moving my hips in need of more. Two

fingers plunge into my entrance and GT begins licking and nipping my folds. Every nerve-ending is on fire and the roll in my stomach is about ready to ignite. “GT, I’m…” I trail off. His fingers touch the inside walls of my pussy, in just the right spot, and the roll explodes. I grip the headboard tightly, bowing my head as the sizzle races through my body. Momentarily, everything stops and my world spirals into pure bliss. I finally come back to myself, but GT is continuing his assault on my very sensitive pussy. “Get on my dick, Angel. Now.” I turn my back to him and lower myself onto his hard length. “Fuck,” he groans. He loves this position, says it gives him the best view of himself sliding in and out of me. For me, it feels amazing, hitting just the right spots. I ride, slowly and not as hard as usual, though I play with his balls, revving him up. First, I pump, using my knees to move my body, and GT bucks his hips in tune with my ascent. Placing my feet on the bed, I use the leverage to bob up and down, supporting myself on his knees, and squeezing my inner muscles as hard as I can with each thrust. I try not to go too deep, but it’s almost impossible with GT. “Fuck me, fuck me hard,” GT grinds out. Up-down, up-down, squeeze, over and over again. Everything inside me tightens and GT’s thrusts become determined. Fuck. The waves erupt and my legs give out, my body crashing onto GT. Grunts from GT echo in the background and his thrusts begin to slow. I lie on my chest, ass in the air, GT still inside me, as I come out of my haze. With an extraneous amount of strength, I lift my hips, releasing GT from the confines of my body, and fall to the bed, using my limp arms to catch my weight. My head rests in-between GT’s legs and my feet on either side of his body. Neither of us speak but the sharp breaths from GT tell me he’s in the same boat as me. Moments pass as we lie in the exact same position, neither one of us attempting to move. “Angel, you can do that shit every damn morning.” GT’s voice blares through the air and I jump. Shit. Turning ever so slowly, I stare up at my man who is looking at the ceiling. It takes me a while, but I finally make my way up to him and rest my head on his chest, his breathing now calmer. “What do you want to do today?” I’m not naive enough to think he planned anything and for the most part, neither did I. I just want to spend time with him. And I happen to have a little surprise in store. “Shower, food, and I gotta call Pops.” Damn. That more than likely means he’s heading to the club. There goes my day with him, but I don’t let the disappointment show. “All right, I’ll go make some breakfast while you shower,” I say, but don’t move. Moving seems to be utterly difficult. “How about you come in with me?” I bury my head further into his chest. “Too tired.” It comes out muffled with my mouth against his pec. “You’re too tired for a shower, but you can make breakfast?” I begin to respond, but he cuts me off. “Get your ass up and get in the shower.”

I begrudgingly walk to the bathroom, my legs feeling like limp noodles. GT scoops me up in his arms and I give him a ‘what the?’ look as he carries me to the shower. I love how he knows me. He knows that I’m tired and takes care of me. He may be rough on the outside, but the love inside is so evident in everything that he does for me. He sets me down, turns on the water, and escorts me inside. The warm spray hits my body as GT’s hard one crashes into it. His lips touch the crook of my neck, skating up to my ear. “Wash me, Angel.” I grab the soap, lathering my palms. He sighs loudly at the first touch of my hands on his shoulders and I can’t help but smile. I wash his chest, abs, and bend down to start on his feet and legs. Making my way up to his sated cock, I take my time washing it and his balls, giving them an extra roll, then stand and move to his back. The defining lines of his back etched in the Ravage MC symbol stare back at me, and I take my time washing every bit of it. His tight ass is next and my mouth waters. I massage his ass as I wash, earning a “Fuck Angel” in the process. Showers like this are so damn erotic. I feel a bit smug about it, but no way in hell would I say that. At least not in this position. After washing him fully, I come around to his front, my hand trailing as I circle him. His strong arms wrap around me and his lips find mine. He takes my mouth, over and over again, my hands pulling his blond hair. “My turn,” he says, pulling away and taking the soap out of my hand. He washes me just as I did him. His calloused hands glide, cleaning me in their wake. Each touch sets my skin on fire. This isn’t just washing, this is sensual. I grab on to the bar in the shower, trying to steady myself from his hands, hands that wash every crevice of my breasts and toy with my nipples. God help me. My body trembles. He rubs my stomach and trails down, skipping my pussy and moving to my legs and back up. My breath comes out in pants and the desperation of wanting him to touch me kicks in. My hips rock, wanting—no, needing to feel his hands on me. Lazily, he works at cleaning my folds, paying special attention to my pulsing clit. “Ready again, Angel?” I look down, seeing my man on his knees in front of me. Now, that is not a sight I see everyday and I’m going to burn it into my memory. Water splashes against my back, as he rinses the suds away from my body. GT’s fingers find my entrance, but he doesn’t push them inside. No, he leisurely moves the tip of his finger around my hole, swirling it over and over again. My grip gets tighter on the bar and I fear I may rip it from the wall. I cannot fall. I roll my hips in tune with his touch, until the shower becomes so damn hot, air is hard to find. His touch leaves and I moan, wanting it back. God, I’m so damn horny. Shit. Hands squeeze my hips, and he turns me to the tile wall.

“Leg up on the shower seat and hold the fuck on this is gonna be quick.” The cool air from the loss of the water against my back sends goosebumps up my heated skin. My hands touch the cold tile, only adding to the chill. With no warning, his dick is inside me to the hilt. I pause as my already sensitive tissues flare and grip him into my body, nervousness surfacing. I relax as his demanding thrusts become lighter, as if he could read me. “GT, I’m gonna come,” I gasp and can’t stop the blast that overtakes my body. His strong arm comes around me as he continues his assault. “Fucking shit,” he groans, stilling his movements. I ride the wave of ecstasy. GT pulls out, his flesh scraping against my channel and sending small bursts of pleasure throughout my body. I can’t talk. Can’t move. Don’t want to move. Bed sounds really nice right about now. Wordlessly, he quickly washes me off and then himself, the spray feels wonderful on my cold skin. “Gonna get out. Finish up and come find me.” He doesn’t give me any time to speak before his mouth covers mine. All too soon, he’s out of the shower, leaving me in a daze, trying to remember what the hell I’m supposed to be doing. Shower. Hair. Got it. After getting out of the shower, drying off, brushing my teeth, and throwing on some yoga pants and a tight, light-pink t-shirt, I find GT on the phone in the living room. “What?” GT asks into the receiver. I hate hearing his one-sided conversations. I always think the worst when he gets off the phone. It’s best that I don’t listen. I head to the fridge and pull out eggs, sausage, hash browns, and biscuits. I keep myself busy, focusing on the task at hand. The smell of sausage fills the room and my stomach rumbles. It sizzles in the pan while I scramble the eggs, adding a ton of cheese to them. It’s GT’s favorite. Just as I am taking the biscuits out of the oven, GT enters the kitchen. “Smells good.” I turn to my beautiful man, standing there in only faded, worn sweatpants. Not many could pull it off, but GT looks good in anything. “Time to eat, have a seat.” I nod to the chair, bring all of the food over, and sit next to him. Now that sex isn’t a focus, I can’t help the nerves that rack my body but will myself to calm the hell down. He digs in like he hasn’t eaten in a month. Contentment soothes my nerves for a moment. I love that I can take care of him, make him happy, and still be me. I plate up and begin to eat also. It’s pretty good, if I do say so myself. “We gotta head over to Ma’s for a minute.” “What’s wrong?” We never just go over to his Ma’s house. There is always a reason, be it a party or cookout. “Nothing. Ma has this tradition and even though I’m old, have my own place, and woman, she still does it.” My heart squeezes. “I’d make up some reason why I couldn’t go, but it’s just better to let her do

her thing, and get it over with.” “That’s sweet, babe.” It is really sweet and quite surprising. His eyes narrow on me. “Sweet. Nothing sweet. I’m doing it so Ma will stay off my ass for a while. And if I don’t, she’ll fucking come here and bitch about me not coming. I’m just cutting her off at the go.” Sure he is. I keep my mouth shut, but I know he loves her unconditionally. He may get pissed at her, but she’s his mom. One thing you don’t mess with. “What’s the tradition?” I’ve never had any of those. Bam wasn’t really good at remembering that kind of stuff. “Every year she gets Princess and I this chocolate heart covered in red foil.” My words get lodged in my throat. “She’s done it since before I can remember.” He chuckles. “When I was younger, I’d get so damn excited to get that heart. I counted on it every year and Ma never let me down.” He looks at me, a grin lighting up his face. “She’s done it every year. No matter how old I am, this is one thing that will happen every Valentine’s Day. I guarantee it.” “So, you remember the heart every year but didn’t remember today is Valentine’s Day?” I tease. I don’t care that he didn’t remember, but giving him shit is fun. “You’re shitting me right?” His fork bobs in the air as he talks and I stifle a laugh. “I was a kid. It was candy. Come on?” “Sure, a red heart you remember,” I continue. I know I’m baiting a fierce tiger, but this is too good to pass up. He rises from the table, walks to the counter, and grabs a wooden spoon from the utensil drawer. He sets it on the table next to me with a loud clack and takes his seat. “One more fucking crack like that and I’m swatting your ass then fucking it.” A shiver hits at the thrill of his words. Damn man. Too bad I can’t let that happen. “I remember Princess telling me about it. And we have to go to your Ma’s. No time,” I retort, taking a bite of hash browns. He leans in close, his elbow resting on the table. “Angel, better believe I’ll make time.” Not if I have anything to do with it.

My Angel. Damn, the curve of her ass in those jeans, my name stitched across the back of her leather, her long blonde hair in a braid down her back—great for holding onto… Fucking. Hot. It’s not a chivalrous gesture like she may think it is. For me, letting her go first is all about the sight of her walking in front of me. Fuck. Just fucked her twice and still ready for more. I’m always ready for more. But something seems off with her this morning. Surely she didn’t think I’d have some grand plans for this dumb ass holiday? Throwing my leg over my bike, I rev the engine and nod at Angel to get on. Her heat presses against my ass, her arms around my chest, her tits trapped between us. Fucking hell. All this woman has to do to get me hard for her is breathe, let alone touch me. I adjust my cock in my jeans and set off towards Ma’s house. I’m not asshole enough to tell her hell no, but I’m not a pussy, either. In my life, shit happens. I could wake up tomorrow and she’d be gone, then I’d really feel like shit for not doing this for her. It’s something simple and doesn’t take up a lot of time. Bright sun shines down on us; thankfully my shades block it out. Angel’s head rests on my shoulder and she gives me a squeeze. She is the only woman I want on my bike, ever. I’ve loved her for so damn long and now that I have her, I’ll never let her go. Pulling up to Ma’s, I cut the engine and wait for Angel to get off, then follow. She takes off her lid, swinging her head back and forth. My blood ignites. Fuck, woman. I pull her close and crash my lips to hers. The mint from her gum invades my mouth and I plunge deeper, her arms wrapping around my neck. Her body relaxes and I take in all of her weight. She’s so damn soft. Reluctantly, I move away. Angel’s swollen lips and wide eyes tell me I’ve done my job. “Come on, let’s go do this.” Angel takes a few moments to pull herself together and we walk to the door. “You know I love you, right?” she asks, clutching my hand.

I pull her fingers up to my lips, kissing it. “Yeah, baby. Me, too.” Holy fucking shit. Inside the house can only be described as chaos. Cooper is running around like he’s tripped up on speed or something, darting from one room to the next. Ma and Pops just watch him, not saying a word. “GT!” Ma rushes over to us, wrapping her arms around first me and then Angel. “Come on in.” “I take it you’re babysitting today?” “Yep. Princess and Cruz are spending the day together and we have this little guy,” she says as Coop spots us and makes a mad dash to the front door. “Unca GT!” he screams in a tone I can only describe as excruciating. He flies into my arms and I pick him up, giving him a hug. “What’s up, little man?” Coop has chocolate smeared all over his face so one could only guess why he’s so hyped up. “I got chocket fom Mommy and Gamma!” His smile is contagious and I find myself following suit. “You did?” I glance over at Ma. “No wonder he’s bouncing off the walls.” She shrugs. “He’s fine. Leave him alone.” “Aun Casee!” The little guy wiggles out of my arms and directly into Angel’s waiting ones. She takes him, but sets him down while smothering him with kisses. “Did you leave any for me, Coop?” she asks, and he shakes his head. “No, I eap it.” “Come on into the living room, you two, and have a seat.” We follow, Angel talking to Coop about what he did for Princess for Valentine’s Day. And I have to admit, listening to it, it’s pretty cute. And I’m gonna have to give Cruz shit for cooking and burning shit. That guy is lost when it comes to cooking, not that I’m a hell of a lot better. Pops sits in the recliner and I head his direction. “Hey, Pops.” “Hey, son. Glad to see you got here. Your Ma was gonna have a heart attack if you didn’t show,” he says, low so only I can hear. “She’s been busy with Coop the last bit, though. Kept her mind off of it. I swear to Christ, that one year you didn’t come and we had to hunt your ass down? Fuck me. That’s all she can remember, boy.” “I can hear you,” Ma calls from the doorway, narrowing her eyes at Pops. “So what?” Pops retorts. “So, stop feeding him a line of shit,” Ma shoots back. Angel sits on the couch, Coop on her lap still talking about what he did that morning. She’s undoubtedly listening to the conversation here, but keeping focused on Coop. “It’s not a line of shit and you damn well know it,” he yells. They aren’t fighting. This is nothing compared to the fights they had back in the day. This is banter. Neither are seriously pissed. Maybe agitated, but that’s about all.

“Stop it, mister.” Ma comes closer, leaning down to kiss Pops on the lips then smiles and walks over to Angel. Whatever. “You’re the one that started this whole thing anyway. Don’t know why your panties are in a bunch,” I joke, but it is very true. He started this Valentine tradition back when he and Ma first got together. “Shut it, boy. I was young, stupid, and didn’t know what the fuck I was doing. But it was close to Valentine’s Day and our first date. Went to the store on the way, came up with a heart. My ol’ man gave me such shit about that stupid fucking heart. Never let me live it down.” Pops chuckles but I would hate to be on the receiving end of a razzing from my grandfather. He was rough, hard, and packed a mean punch. I’ve seen it. But Ma talked way back when and my grandfather never let Pops off the hook. “Anything going on today?” I ask, changing the subject, and sit next to Pops in the other recliner. Some ballgame is playing in the background, and I watch, not really giving a shit. “Nope. Quiet day. We’ve got Cooper ‘til tomorrow morning so I’m staying low.” “You’re liking this whole Grandpa thing, huh?” He’s always been a wonderful father so I couldn’t imagine him not being the same with his grandchildren. “Son, you know how you drive me batshit crazy?” I notice he didn’t say used to; he said it as if I am doing so right now. I just nod, no use in fighting it. “Grandkids, they don’t. For the most part. See how wired he is?” I look over to Coop who has left Angel’s arms and is back to riding a stick horse around the room, saying ‘yeehaw.’ Christ. “See, I get to enjoy him for a day. Spoil the shit out of him and send him back to his folks the next. I don’t get the fallout from his time here. I don’t have to put up with the bullshit. I just get to enjoy the little guy.” What he says makes sense, but fuck. When Angel and I have kids is this what we are going to come back to? I shake my head, no need thinking about that shit. “Anything going on at the club?” I hadn’t heard of anything. “Nah, some of them are going to Bimbo’s tonight for drinks, but told them I had the boy.” His attention goes back to the TV. “Angel and I will probably go.” His eyes cut to me. “Figured you’d be doing something else today.” He points his thumb back to Angel who just came up to the recliner. “Hey, Pops.” Angel leans down, kissing him on the cheek. “Oh, I will definitely be doing that, but we need a break sometimes.” I wink at Angel who just shakes her head. Ma walks up holding a couple of her famous, red foil-covered chocolate hearts. “Happy Valentine’s Day.” I get up from the chair and envelop her in a huge hug, her arms encircling me, too. Happiness pours off of her. “Same, Ma. Love you,” I whisper into her ear so only she can hear. Her squeeze gets tighter. “Love you, too, my boy.” She pulls back, a slight tear forming in the corner of her eye. Fucking shit.

She’d better not cry. I hate that shit. She doesn’t and turns to Angel. “This is for you.” Angel’s eyes well up with tears. “Thanks, Ma. Low told me once about these and…” Her voice trails off as the words lodge in her throat. Damn, like I need two crying women today. “Thank you.” She throws her arms around Ma, hugging tight and not letting go for several long moments. “Why you cwy?” Coop comes up to the two women, nudging their legs. Ma bends down, picking him up. “It’s not sad, Cooper. We’re happy.” “’kay.” He wiggles out of her arms and sets off around the house. Time to go. “We’re gonna head out. Got shit to do.” I shake Pops’s hand and hug Ma. Coop barrels around the corner and I scoop him up, tossing him in the air. Angel gives her hugs and we bolt. “Babe, I don’t know what you think about it, but we are not giving our kids chocolate.” I hand over her lid and instantly regret my words as sadness and fear enter her eyes. “Sorry, Angel.” I envelop her tightly. “I’m fine, GT. Let’s ride for a bit. Can we?” She tries to smile it away, but it’s there, plain as day. Her eyes don’t lie. “Ab-so-fucking-lutely.” We ride for a couple of hours, just letting the open road take us where it leads and not having anywhere in particular to be. The trees stream by as well as cars. I take my time, not hitting the throttle too hard. If it weren’t for Angel moving every once in a while, I’d swear she’s fallen asleep. This shit is relaxing. It seems to wash all the bad shit out and only leave the good. My mind flashes and I remember this tree out behind the clubhouse about a half a mile down the way. When we were younger, Princess, Angel, me, and a few other kids used to walk down there and hang out. For some reason, my bike heads in that direction. “Oaijfd” sounds near my ear, but it’s so muffled I have no fucking clue what she said. I pat her hand to tell her I heard her. If I had to guess, she’s asking where we’re going since it’s in the direction of the clubhouse. Pulling up to the old tree, I don’t see a soul around. The space is covered in grass and trees, but the tree I’m looking at is hundreds of years old. Rumor has it that a couple was married under this tree when it had just begun growing, and it’s supposed to be all lovey and shit. But that’s not why I’m bringing her. It’s our memories I want her to remember. Killing the engine, I wait for Angel to hop off and then follow. “I love this place, GT.” She hands me her lid and looks around the space intently. I smile knowingly. “Thought we’d just hang out for a while.” This time her lips come to mine. I cup her face with my hand and love her with my lips. God, do I love her. She slowly pulls away. “Come on.” She tugs my hand, pulling me with her. She stops under the old tree with its huge, four or five-foot-wide trunk, and branches with leaves sticking out everywhere. “Remember when we came here with a cigarette you stole from Pops.” She laughs and I chuckle.

Fuck yeah, I remember that day. Got the shit beat out of my ass by Pops. “And the fireworks!” she practically yells with laughter. God, I love that sound. For a while, I didn’t think I’d hear it again. I’m so fucking grateful she’s coming back to herself. Slowly, but it’s coming. “Hell yeah, I remember that. We all tried to smoke and coughed our asses off. You were too scared to let off the fireworks so Princess and I did.” Shit. Thinking back on that day, I sit by the tree, my back to the trunk, and pull her between my legs. She elbows me. “Bam beat my ass for that stunt and I told you two not to light them.” She did and in hindsight, we should have listened, but in that moment, we didn’t give a shit. “I did, too, but I guess that’s what happens when you set fire to a bunch of trees.” I point over to the clearing where there used to be more massive trees just like the one we are leaning against. “God. When it set off and went directly into the tree and all the leaves caught fire, I was so scared, GT.” “No shit, you cried and cried.” I shake my head, remembering. “Then, you got all up in my face. Not Princess’s but mine, yelling and carrying on.” Fuck, we were in so much trouble. “You kissed me,” she whispers so softly if there were a breeze I wouldn’t have heard it. “I had to shut you up somehow.” Even at thirteen, I wanted to kiss her so damn bad. She gave me the opportunity and I took it without hesitation. When I pulled away from her, she looked up at me like I was her world. That moment, I knew she was mine. Angel elbows me, shaking me out of my thoughts. “Yes, you did.” She pauses, surely remembering. “Then the fire trucks came and the police. God, Bam was so pissed at me.” She shakes her head against my chest. “Bam was pissed? Try Pops. I got the belt and confined to my room. Princess got swats and confined to hers. Fucking sucked. I think we had two weeks on lockdown, only coming out for school and to eat dinner.” “Whatever. You two snuck out and came to my window every night. I sent you away when you wanted to go out. I didn’t want to suffer Bam’s wrath again. My ass burned for a week.” We were in a shitload of trouble, even had to go to the police station to give our statements. That was the first time I was there, but not my last. The only thing that all taught me was to be more careful with explosives. “Thanks for bringing me here,” she whispers after our laughter dies down. The quiet of the wind is the only thing that can be heard. I don’t respond, just squeeze her tight. We spend hours like this, enjoying the sun, reminiscing of old times here. We laugh, Angel sheds a few tears, but all in all, it’s exactly what we needed. Angel’s ass wiggles against my dick and her head falls back to my shoulder. “You need something, darlin’?” “Thought maybe we could make some more memories.” Her lips slide up my neck and she nips my earlobe, waking my dick up.

“You do, do ya? What did ya have in mind?” I taunt as her lips move across my jaw. She turns around to face me, continuing to trail kisses along my jaw, her soft tongue licking every spot. I don’t let her answer; instead, I kiss her hard and deep, inhaling the gasp that leaves her lips. I pull away, and stare into her molten eyes, hear her short spurts of breath. “Take off the pants.” She rises, stripping of her boots and jeans. I open my fly and pull out my cock, giving it a few rough tugs. Damn, that pussy is pretty. “Climb on.” She balances by using my shoulders and my dick knows exactly where it wants to be. She lowers her hot, tight channel, taking me in, and it feels so fucking good. “Ride me, Angel.” I swear my woman should have been a jockey for the Kentucky Derby. She rides like a goddess. She moves fast, my ass rubbing on the trunk or a rock causing a biting pain. Fuck this. I love her on top, but this isn’t working. “Up. Hands on the tree, feet wide.” She scrambles to her feet and does my bidding. Now, that is a pretty fucking sight. My woman with my leather on up against a tree and shaking her ass, silently begging for my cock. Fuck yeah. Gripping her hips, I slide in. Angel’s moans and mewls spur me on faster. I move inside of her, feeling her tightness suck me in. “GT,” she gasps and squeezes my dick hard, but I continue, feeling my own climax growing closer. Fuck. My balls draw up and a tingling forms in my spine. Three more thrusts and I’m coming hard. Euphoria consumes me. After a minute, I get my breathing together and notice that Angel’s head is now resting on the trunk of the tree. Fuck. “Angel, did I hurt you?” I pull out and turn her in my arms. “No, baby. That was wonderful.” I kiss her with all the passion of I love you, but the hesitation in her words is not missed. “Get dressed. We’ll go home, get cleaned up, eat, and then head to Bimbo’s.” “What’s there tonight?” She pulls her underwear and jeans up over that delectable ass. “Brothers are hanging out. May as well go have a few drinks.” I stick my dick back in my pants and zip up. Angel finishes tying her boot. “All right. Let’s go.”

So far, for a man not knowing it’s Valentine’s Day and not really giving a shit, he’s rocked my socks off. And pretty soon, it’ll be my turn to rock his. I bought this sexy corset and matching garters to entice my man. I planned on seducing him, tormenting him, but life has other ideas. What I’m going to surprise him with is so much more than satin and lace. I just have to figure out a way to pull it off. Hmm… I love being on the back of GT’s bike. The wind blows past me and with it, a whiff of GT’s scent. I squeeze as tight as I can up against him, loving the feel. Who’d have thought we’d ever be at a point where we are both happy, together. Of all the places for GT to take me, he brings me to The Kissing Tree. Yes, it has a corny name, but legend has it someone got married here and couples visit it for luck or something. Over the years, various stories have been told about that tree, so many that I have no idea what’s true or not. It holds a significant meaning for me, though. Not only was it the spot where GT first kissed me, but that kiss was my first ever, and having it with him made it all the more special. So coming back here, kissing under the same tree, really clutches my heart. It was the perfect way for us to spend our day. I always dreamed of him being mine after that night, but he soon started hanging out with Pops and the brothers. He changed. I shake my head, now is not the time to dwell. He is here with me, one-hundred percent, and that is all I could ask for. God, I love him. I just hope he still feels the same after tonight.

Entering Bimbo’s, we are received with yelps and cheers. We head into the fray, me getting backslaps and Angel, hugs. She leans up on her tiptoes and whispers against my ear, “I’m gonna go sit with Blaze.” I reach behind her neck, tugging her into a hard kiss. “I’ll be here, Angel.” She saunters off to the table that occupies Blaze and a few other ol’ ladies. “So, brother, what are you doing here? Figured you’d be at home fucking that.” Rhys points to my girl. “Already have. Several times, matter of fact.” Rhys’s deep chuckle fills the room. “Why aren’t you out getting laid? Gotta be some woman desperate enough to fuck you.” The guys all laugh. “I’ll get a piece later.” He takes a slug of his beer just as one appears in my hand. “There’s Cruz and Princess,” Tug says, next to me. We welcome them the same way Angel and I were welcomed. Love this shit. “Hey, brothers,” Cruz says, grabbing a beer and inhaling most of it. “What’s going on?” “What I don’t get is why you three are here in a fucking bar and not somewhere fucking your women?” Dagger’s eyes move over me, Cruz, and Tug. “Could say the same for you,” Tug chimes in. “Don’t you have an ol’ lady at home?” Dagger shakes his head. “She’s out. We don’t do this bullshit holiday.” “Do you do anything with her?” Tug asks. “Not that it’s any of your fucking business, but enough.” Dagger slams his beer. A loud whistle comes from Blaze and I turn, immediately honing in on Angel’s smiling face. “Drinks are in order! Princess and Cruz are getting married!” Blaze yells, happy as can be. The bar roars to life. Cruz gets lots of congratulations, as does Princess. When it’s my turn, I can’t help myself. “You sure you want to be stuck with that the rest of your life?” His eyes narrow and a punch comes to my shoulder. It’s light but I can feel it and I laugh. “Shut the fuck up!” he barks. Razzing, laughter, and tons of conversation go on for hours. Cruz already took my sister home and it’s

time for me to grab my woman. “I’m out,” I announce to the guys. “Later,” Dagger says, and the rest of the guys call out their ‘byes.’ I walk up behind Angel, and wrap my arms around her neck so my palms are on her chest. She jolts at the touch and her head pops up. Once she sees my face her entire body relaxes. “Come on, Angel, let’s get outta here.” Angel says her goodbyes and we head home. Home. I fucking love that I can say that shit. My woman in our home. Fuck yeah.

“Wanna watch a movie?” I ask, rifling through the stations. Nothing is on. Angel comes in from the kitchen, handing me a beer and a slice of pizza. “That’s fine, but nothing scary.” She sits next to me on the couch, her feet curling under her as she takes a bite of her pizza. “And none of that women’s, lovey-dovey shit either.” “I already know what you want to watch, just put it on.” Angel sure as shit knows me well. “All right Fast and Furious it is.” I find the movie and put it on. After finishing eating, Angel lies with me while we watch. Towards the end, I feel my eyes drooping.

I wake up to no Angel. I search the room, nothing, not even a noise. I get up from the couch, stretching, and move to find my woman. Walking into the bedroom, I stop at the sight of Angel. Her back is to me and all I can do is stare. She’s wearing a tiny, light-pink thing that goes around her chest and laces in the back. Her ass is completely bare, but light-pink garters hold up see-through stockings. Fucking hell. She turns and jumps. “Holy shit, GT. You scared me.” She holds her hand to her chest, surely trying to get herself together. “You ruined the surprise.” She mock pouts. I walk closer, running my fingers over the garter. “You surprised me all right.” “You like?” She flutters her eyelashes in that hot, sexy way, driving me wild. I yank her tight to my body. “Fuck yeah.” I kiss her hard, rough and deep. Our tongues duel, no one getting the upper hand. “I still have a surprise. Will you let me?” Cocking my head to the side, I question, “Do what?” “Give you a massage.”

Let me think. My woman’s hands rubbing up and down my body. “Hell yes.” “Good. Naked and on the bed, facedown,” she orders. “Why back first?” “Because, if I do the front first, we’ll end up fucking and I won’t get to your back.” True. So damn true. Angel darts off and I strip, lie on the bed facedown, turning my head to the side so I can see Angel. She’s rubbing some kind of oil or something between her hands. “What’s that?” “Coconut oil,” she answers as if I should have known the answer to the question all along. “And you’re rubbing me with it?” “Oh stop it. Coconut oil is great for your skin. Relax and trust me.” “Does it smell like coconuts? I don’t want to go around smelling like girly suntan lotion.” Frustrated, she comes over and holds out her hand for me to smell. I inhale, and nothing. “All right.” I lie down and try to relax my body. Angel’s hands start at my foot. Her fingers grind into all the right places. She moves from foot to foot then up my legs, so very slowly. My cock thickens between me and the bed. Angel takes an exceptionally long time on my ass. Every knead of her fingers feels like heaven. She moves to my back, not leaving an inch untouched, and then my neck. My entire body is so relaxed, I’m drifting off to sleep. “Roll over, GT,” is whispered in my ear and I do, but my eyes remain closed. Angel’s hands move over my chest, my abs and down to my legs, totally skipping over my dick, which is now pointing up at me. I look down at Angel, her eyes solely focused on the task at hand. She moves up to my dick and I lay my head back as pleasure rockets through me. I’m pretty sure this torture is not meant to rouse me but instead, relax me, and it’s not working. My dick twitches in her hand and a small grin plays on her lips. Fuck this. I reach up, grab Angel, and flip her to her back, climbing on top of her. I kiss her. Hard, deep and hot. She tries to break away, but I don’t allow it. She tortured me, now it’s my turn. She tastes so damn good, I could stay just like this all night, but my dick has other ideas. “Scoot up on the bed and lie on your back.” “GT, I wasn’t done,” she says, and then yells, “Wait!” She seems panicked, which totally catches me off guard. I freeze, waiting for her to continue. She sits up in a rush and I move up the bed, leaning against the headboard. “What’s going on, Angel?” Anxiety and worry line her face. Fucking shit, what the hell is this about? “I have something for you.” Her voice is timid and unsure. What the fuck? “Tell me.” She blows out deep, and instead of talking, she begins to undo her corset, her eyes never leaving mine. She fights with one of the straps and I reach out to help.

“No.” She stops me in my tracks and fear slices through my gut. After undoing the garment, she holds it tightly to her body. “I have something to show you.” “Okay.” My tone is quite impatient, but come the fuck on already. She removes the fabric and I suck in a deep breath. The words ‘Hi Daddy’ are scrawled across her stomach in big letters. I move quickly, gripping her hips and pulling her close enough that my face is inches away, afraid the words I just read aren’t real. My eyes bulge, my head spins, and I’m not even sure what the hell my name is at the moment. “Really?” I ask, still staring at the black ink that will forever change my life. “Really.” The tremor in her voice speaks of her uncertainty. She’s unsure of how I’ll react, but I can’t act anything. I can only feel, and amazing doesn’t even scratch the surface. “Holy fucking shit!” I yell, pressing my Angel close to my body. “You’re having my baby.” I grin so huge my cheeks tingle. She nods her head yes, clutching on to me for support, and I welcome it. “I can’t believe you’re having my baby!” My voice is much louder than normal, but that shit happens when I’m so damn happy. “I am.” Her beautiful smile brightens up her face. My lips come to hers in a kiss full of love, passion, and excitement. Our lips meld together. Each time I kiss her is better than the last. “Baby, you don’t know how happy you just made me.” She laughs hard, but I silence her with another searing kiss. Our lips and tongues move in tandem, each one knowing exactly where the other is going and at what moment. We are a well calibrated engine, roaring to life, each part working together. “I love you,” I whisper against her lips then take them again. My woman is going to give me a family, a family to love and protect until my dying day. A man couldn’t ask for any more. Baby. Shit. A baby. I pull away and Angel’s lips try to follow mine. “Baby,” I whisper. Her eyes open in an almost dreamy state. “Yeah?” “I don’t want to hurt you.” I have no fucking clue how all this baby stuff works. Surely the baby can’t feel anything, right? Fuck. Each time I took her today, I was too hard. Shit. Warmth fills her cheeks. “Just be gentle.” Gentle. Sure, no problem. My dick is harder than a fucking rock. Mentally, I will my dick to listen. No way in hell I want to do anything to hurt her or our baby. I don’t respond verbally; instead, I kiss her, hot and wet. My hand moves to her tit and I squeeze, rubbing it round and round with my thumb until her nipple is a sharp point. Then, I move to the other, lavishing it with the same treatment. Angel’s moans fill the room. I stare at the words again and a fresh wave of happiness fills me, invading my heart. I use my lips, tongue, and teeth on her tits until she writhes in my arms. “Please,” she moans. Fuck, I love it when she does that shit. I give her exactly what she wants. My fingers move to her wet heat, and slowly, I push one inside of her. I make sure not to go too far. Angel’s head flings back on the mattress and her back arches, sticking out those beautiful tits again. May as well

suck them. Her pussy clamps down on me and I pull out. “GT!” she screams, almost jumping off the bed. “Baby, when you come, it’ll be with me inside of you.” I kiss her lips, lay her back, and move to her opening, gently pushing my dick inside her. She gasps, “Oh God.” Inch-by-slow-inch, I invade her pussy. “You feel so fucking good, Angel.” I thrust in and out of her at a steady pace. This is not the hard, rough, fuck sessions I’ve given her in the past. No, this is tender and I try to pour all my love into it, connecting us forever. My balls draw up tight and I can feel it coming, her breathing begins to labor. “You almost there?” I pant between thrusts and she explodes, screaming my name in answer. Damn, I love that sound. I follow her, the rush flowing through me, and then I take a moment to enjoy the look of pure satisfaction on her face. My beautiful woman. I could fucking kick myself for all the time we wasted not being together. My hand brushes the hair away from her face and I kiss her softly on the lips. Rolling off, I lie next to her and pull her body into mine, my front to her back. “I take it you’re happy?” Like she even has to ask. “Fuck yeah, babe. Happiest fucking guy on the planet.” I squeeze her tight, her muscles relaxing. I nuzzle her neck, smelling cherries. We lie awake in silence for a long while, just holding each other. These are some of the best moments of my life, me holding her. When she begins to move, I grip tighter. “Where are you going?” I whisper in her ear. “Clean up real quick.” “Don’t you dare wipe those words off of you,” I warn. I want to stare at that shit. May hide all of her fucking shirts so she can’t put one on over it. She smirks. “It’s permanent marker. It’s not coming off for a long while.” It’s my turn to grin. Damn, I love her. She comes back from the bathroom, her tits bobbing with her movements, those words the only thing on her beautiful body. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Angel.” I tug her into my body, covering us with a blanket. My woman just gave me the best fucking present ever. “Love you, GT.” “Love you, too.” I kiss the top of her head, and allow the rush to calm as we drift off.

Ryan Michele has a huge obsession with reading, which only came to life after her best friend said she had to read Twilight. After reading that series, her entire world changed in the blink of an eye. Not only was she sucked into new worlds and all of the wonderful words authors put down on paper, she felt the urge to begin to write down the characters that played inside of her head. In doing so, Safe was born. Then Wanting You, Ravage Me, Seduce Me and currently Consume Me and Rattle Me. When she’s not reading or writing, she spends time taking care of her two children and her husband, enjoying the outdoors and laying in the sun. Check out more Books by Ryan Michele www.authorryanmichele.net Ravage Me (Ravage MC#1) Seduce Me (Ravage MC#2) Consume Me (Ravage MC#3) Satisfy Me – A Ravage MC Valentine Novella (Ravage MC#3.5) Rattle Me (Ravage MC#3.75) Safe Wanting You