She blinks and stares at the ceiling for a second before meeting my eyes. “No.”
“Come here.” I carefully pull out and kneel on the bed next to her. “Up. Time for you to do some work.”
“I can’t. Wait, what?”
“Sit up.” I slap her ass to get her moving. “Come on.”
I grab her hips, guiding her back to me. “There you go. Careful.”
“Oh my God.” She bolts forward. “That’s intense.”
“I know. Come on. You control it. Show me how much you like my cock in your ass.”
“Dirty bastard,” she mumbles which makes me laugh.
My laughter turns into a groan when she works herself down my cock. “Fuck, that’s fucking tight.” I lean in and scrape my teeth over her shoulder. “Best wedding present you could’ve given me.”
“And to think, I almost bought you a watch instead.”
I roar with laughter and she yelps. “Easy, caveman.”
“Sorry. Where’s the vibe?”
“Here somewhere.” Her words come out low and breathless and she starts rocking up and down faster.
“That’s it, pretty girl,” I encourage. “Take what you need.”
My hand finally lands on the vibrator and I pass it to her. She flicks it back to life and moans when it touches her.
“Come for me.” I’m practically begging now.
“Oh.” Her wails increase in volume. Maybe they will hear us down in the main room. Over the music. Not that it would ever make me regret this night.
“Oh fuck.” I squeeze my eyes shut as she clamps down tight around me. But it’s too late. I’m about to come hard and fast right along with her.
Lilly
Z stays buried in my ass. For hours. I’m certain of it. The painful pleasure of it teeters back and forth, always somehow landing on pleasure. A slow, glowing ember that he stokes into blistering flames well into the night.
Finally, we’re spent. I barely have the strength to follow Z into the shower and clean up.
“You all right?” He kneads my ass and kisses the backs of my thighs.
“How can you be sweet after you just did such dirty things to me?” I reach behind me and run my fingers through his damp hair.
“You get every part of me, pretty girl.” He stands and molds himself to my back. “You want me to romance you, I’m your man. You need me to protect you, I’m prepared to slit a motherfucker’s throat.” He stops and kisses my shoulder. “You want me to fuck you like you’re my dirty little girl, I’m up for the job. Whatever you need.”
“God, you’re so romantic.”
He shrugs and gives me a half-smile. “You bring it out in me.”
Chapter Forty-Five
Lilly
Z pounces on top of me and presses his lips to mine. “How do you feel this morning?”
“Like I was thoroughly fucked.”
He chuckles and leans down, kissing the ticklish spot between my neck and shoulder. “I want my wife to feel that way every morning.”
“I don’t think my ass can take it.”
He scowls and sits back. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
“No.” I reach up and touch his cheek. “Never.”
“Good.” He grabs my hips and encourages me to roll over. “Because now that your ass is on the menu, I have some other toys in mind.”
“Oh dear god,” I mumble into my pillows.
“Maybe a fluffy kitty tail.” He squeezes one cheek, then lightly slaps the other. “Definitely a bigger plug.”
My laughter’s muffled by the pillows. “What did I unleash?”
He flops down next to me. “A monster. What did you expect?”
“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” I ask Z for maybe the tenth time this morning.
“You’re my wife now. I don’t want to be responsible for you never seeing your brother.”
“I think you’re underestimating how much of a jerk he can be.”
“You met some of the bikers I have to deal with, siren.” There’s a sardonic twist to his lips. “I underestimate no one’s capacity for assholery.”
Something about his words makes me laugh and I snuggle up next to him. He leans down and kisses my forehead. “Are you sure you don’t mind driving up by yourself? I hate not going with you.”
“I don’t think you should leave the clubhouse while Priest is here,” I whisper. For some reason I’m paranoid about the national president’s ability to hear every word we say about him.
“I have a feeling he wants to sit down with everyone before Sway gets here.” He glances at the clock. “Hell, he may be trying to meet with them now, without me around.”
“Should you get out there?”
“Nah, I have nothing to hide. What are they going to say, that I’m a shitty president? Fuck ‘em. I’m happy to go home.”
“You’re not a shitty president, Z. I may not know much about this yet, but I can see how much all the guys respect you.” I brush my lips over his chest. “Rock seems really proud of you. And I have a feeling if he thought you were a shitty president, he’d have no problem saying so.”
“Isn’t that the truth.” He brushes his fingers over my shoulder absently. “I hate that he’s worried he’s holding me back or some shit because I don’t want the president gig.”
“You two have been friends a long time and ran the upstate club together for a long time. I’m sure it’s hard on him.”
“It’s hard on me.” He gestures toward the door. “I trust these guys. But it’s not the same. Rock doesn’t have to even open his mouth for me to know what he’s thinking. He’s saved my life so many damn times…” He shakes his head. “I like Rooster, but it’s hard to put that kind of trust in him.”
“Aren’t you supposed to since he’s a brother?”
He side-eyes me. “Yes, smarty-pants. You know what I mean, though.”
“I do. You don’t have the same amount of history or years of trust built up. It will come with time.”
He sigh-growls an unhappy noise.
“Well, Sway’s coming home, right?” I remind him. “Think he’ll take over soon?”
“Don’t know yet. I’ll get a better feel after tonight.”
“Come on.” I give him a little shove. “I need to get dressed if I’m driving Chance up to Alex’s place.”
“You’re sure he’s all right with keeping him overnight?”
“Yup.”
Alex is all right with keeping Chance. What he’s not all right with is me getting married in California without telling him.
“Are you serious, Lilly?”
“Jesus, Alex, what did you want to do, give me away?”
“Maybe. What about Mom and Dad, they’re going to be upset.”
“Alex, think long and hard about it, how do you think that wedding would have gone? Would it have been a nice, loving family affair? Or a roaring dumpster fire that ended in yelling and screaming? Think about it, I’ll wait.”
“Isn’t that what family functions are supposed to be?” he grins at me.
“Maybe for you, since that’s all we knew growing up, but I’m tired of it, Alex. I want some peace in my life.”
“And you’re getting that from the biker gang?”
Instead of snapping at him, I consider the question. Peace might not be the right word. Last night had been loud and eventful. Except for Stella’s appearance, everyone had been happy to celebrate our wedding and treated me with kindness and respect. “Honestly, yes. Z’s brothers have all been good to me.” I reach down and ruffle Chance’s hair. “And our son.”
He heaves out an annoyed sigh. “They’re never going to stop torturing me about getting married now, you know that, right?”
My laughter sounds completely evil. “Not my problem.”
Chapter Forty-Six
Z
Sending Lilly off on her own to deal with Alex didn’t sit well with me. But she was right. I can’t disappear for a couple hours while Priest
is here. At best he’ll pester Rock. At worst, Priest will consider it a sign of disrespect.
Good call too, because as soon as he sees me, Priest motions for me to join him. “Since both clubs are here and the old ladies will be off doing their thing, how do you feel about all of us sitting down together?”
“Do you want to wait for Sway?” I ask without thinking.
“No, Z. I don’t.”
Alrighty then.
“I’ll ask Rooster to round everyone up.”
At least that buys me some time to hunt down Rock and Rooster so I can grill them.
Rooster’s the unlucky bastard I encounter first. “Anyone in your room?” I ask.
“No, why?”
“Good.” I shove him inside and close the door behind us.