“I want it however you’ll give it to me.”
“Good answer.” She slammed back down, taking the air from his lungs when she repeated the motion, each time faster than the one before. Back arched, she fucked him. There was no other word for the violent coming together of their bodies. She flexed the muscles of her pussy and his eyes rolled into the back of his head.
“Are you going to fuck me back or do I have to do all the work?”
Released from his self-imposed bondage he thrust up, fingers digging into her soft flesh as he bounced her on top of him. Leaning back, she took him deeper. Despite the fury of their passion, her eyes were soft and full of love. The thought had his balls heavy and his dick quivering.
He reached between them to circle her swollen clit and she locked him in a vise-like grip as she came, dragging him over the edge with her. Swimming in the afterglow with his woman, warm and satiated in his arms, he knew love for the first time.
Chapter Twelve
Slightly hungover, Juliette gratefully took the ibuprofen Shooter offered and washed them down with a sip of coffee from the mug he’d brought her.
“You’re amazing.”
“I know.”
Rolling her eyes, she shook her head. Today would be low-key. They were getting together for a family-style BBQ and she’d invited the girls. As much as she loved spending time with Shooter one-on-one it was time to start bringing in the besties. In order for things to be more permanent they couldn’t continue to live almost completely separate lives.
“What time are the girls getting here?”
“About three o’clock.” Her jaw dropped. It was nearly one thirty. “I don’t think I’ve slept this late since college.”
“When you party hard, you have to give your body recovery time.”
“Partying hard wasn’t the only thing that kept me up late.” She glared at him and he laughed.
“What can I say? You’re irresistible, baby.” He winked.
“Flatterer.”
“Truth teller.”
Unable to hold her mock glare, she leaned in and kissed him. “I need to get dressed and rally the troops.”
“Um…are they ride chasers?”
“No.” Juliette paused. “Well…one is a bit overenthusiastic about seeing the lifestyle firsthand.”
He raised a brow.
“She’s cool.”
“Okay. Long as she doesn’t piss off anyone’s old lady.”
“No, she’d never do anything like that.” Juliette shook her head.
“Then we’re good. Should I be strong-arming my boys away from them?”
She wanted to say yes and protect her girls, but she knew it wouldn’t be fair. The Lords would never take it further then the girls allowed, and who was she to choose for them?
“No, they’re big girls. Just remind them my friends are classy.”
Shooter chuckled. “Don’t worry, one look at them will tell them that.”
“Are you talking trash about our style?”
“No, just saying y’all are non-whoreish.”