“I’m right there. Don’t stop. God, don’t fucking stop.” As if I’m gonna leave her hanging on the edge of coming. Ain’t no damn way. One hand works her clit, the other going to her cunt, gathering her wetness. Her body bucks, and she knows exactly where I’m going. I press my thumb into her ass. It clenches down around me, and tonight, once we get back to our place, I’m going to take that sexy-as-fuck ass of hers.
Raven’s body shivers in delight. The way her body tries to arch away from me, I know it’s going to be a damn good orgasm for her.
“Fuck.” Her whole body comes alive, and my eyes don’t close, not at all. I love watching the way she gets off with what I’m doing, every single time.
“Feel better?” I tease her once I finally let go of her body, sitting back in my seat.
“Yes, but it’s your turn now.” I’m not sure where she got that spurt of energy after just coming. Raven is climbing into my lap, barely giving me enough time to get my cock out of my pants before she has it in her hand.
“Fuck, I love taking you bare. Best goddamn gift besides your love I’ve ever been given.” She straddles me, just hovering over my cock, her hand squeezing my cock as she slowly lowers herself on my length.
“Yeah, it is. I love knowing you leave a piece of yourself inside me.” If that shit ain’t enough to bring me to my goddamn knees, it sure enough has me ready to lose my nut and I’m only halfway inside.
“You better pick up the pace, or I’m gonna be coming and you won’t be getting yours,” I groan as she grasps my shoulders, using her thigh muscles to slide up and then down. Her cunt is rippling around my length. Fuck, she’s about to come again.
“Already?” I smirk, looking into those gray eyes that haunt me in the best possible way.
“Yeah, it’s been seven days. My fingers weren’t enough, and my toys, well, let’s just say there’s no way they compare to your cock, Maddox.” Her voice is sweet like syrup, and I take her lips, wanting her whole body to consume me like I’m consuming her.
“Damn straight. Next time you use those toys, you call me. I want in on the action,” I grunt out as she finally takes me to the fuckin’ hilt. I lift my hips, circling them as she works us both into a sexy rhythm. Fuck, but I could die a happy man. Right here inside of Raven, it’s right where I’m going to be.
Epilogue
Razor
Three Years Later
“Maddox, you know that discussion I said I’d think about? I’m done thinking on it. There’s no way I can handle two mini yous. I love you, but you need to come get your son!” I hear Raven holler through the forecourt of the club. She’s here getting food set up for the barbeque we’re having later this afternoon. I’m sitting with Shovel shooting the shit, having a beer and a smoke when it happens. Our boy wiggles out of Raven’s arms with his toy water guns. Her shirt is soaking wet, and Ryder is hell bent on aiming for her chest.
“Oh fuck, you’re in trouble now.” Shovel grins. Fucker is the one who bought our boy those guns.
“You just wait till I tell Raven you’re the prick who gave them to him, inside the clubhouse no less. She won’t cook for a damn week now.” It doesn’t take long for Raven to let him down from her hip. Our son has my green eyes and her dark-colored hair, but that boy is all me when it comes to his personality.
“No more, Maddox, no freaking way.” I asked her to give me another baby last night. It was more for fun than anything. Raven said she’d think about it, but the more I watch Ryder grow, one is plenty for us.
“I hear ya, spitfire. Come ‘ere with your Pappa and Uncle, eh?” I stub my cigarette, needing to quit the habit, but it’s a vice, and I’m not seeing it leave anytime soon.
“Pappa, just wanna play.” His shit-eating smile appears, and he knows what he was after. Raven caters to his every whim, except when she’s cooking. Fuck, even at work she’ll stop what she’s doing and give him whatever he needs. He’s only at the club when there are no dancers. Raven put her foot down on that, saying our son’s first words weren’t going to be tits, ass, or pussy. For now, if she’s there when the dancers are, I keep him with me, and if I’m on a run or club business, Raven keeps him.
“I know you do. Were you supposed to shoot Mamma with the water guns in the house though?” I ask. Did I mention how fuckin’ smart our kid is? Talking more than other kids his age, potty trained at the age of two, because he was a big boy and didn’t piss in a diaper anymore, his words one day when Raven sent him into the bathroom with me when he was holding himself. Now he’s learning his numbers, how to spell his name, and all kinds of shit. Including the tools I need when I’m working on the bike with him.