Gazes locked.
Bodies connected.
We make love.
Slow and steady.
The only ride that matters is the journey we’re on together. My pretty girl and her notorious biker. I’ll do anything to keep this right here.
Alexa pants and I know she’s close. I thrust my hips upward while pushing down on her shoulder, surging deeper in. “Chase it, Lex. Take it.”
My woman bounces on my thighs taking and taking until she shatters, giving me those soft moans and satisfied grins. Her body quakes, the walls of her pussy contract around me.
Her forehead drops to mine, the spicy scent of her breath fans over my lips. I kiss her deep and wet full of tongue, coaxing her down from the orgasmic high. When I’m sure she’s good only then do I get mine.
**
Later in bed, she’s sound asleep. I can’t take my eyes from her. She’ll always be the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen till the day I die and she’s mine. All mine. I stroke her cheek, tracing a path down the column of her throat, through the valley of her breasts to the curve of her belly where a new life grows. Another piece of her and part of me.
Our future.
Our love.
Our happily ever after is in the making and I don’t want to miss a second.
This time will be different. I’m holding on and fighting like hell to be the man worthy of what I’ve been gifted. I won’t fuck it up this time.
My cell buzzes from the nightstand, the light of the screen glowing in warning. I’d like to ignore it, but I’m the Prez. I have responsibilities and men who depend on me. I roll away from Alexa, nabbing my phone as I go to the bathroom. I swipe to accept the call, turn the fan on , and light up a cigarette.
“Yeah.”
“Pop. Pop. Pop.” Gunshots sound. I stare at the screen. It’s the prospect. Rio. “Fuck. I’m hit.”
“Where are you,” I growl.
“West End, Huntington. Shitty motel by the bread place.”
“You alone?”
“Yeah,” his voice drops. “They took off.”
“Viking shouldn’t be far away. Keep alive till he gets to you.” I end the call and put out my cigarette as I dial Viking. I relay the info and shoot a message to East to get the brothers on standby.
Alexa is sitting up in the bed rubbing her eyes when I grab a pair of jeans from the closet. “Go back to sleep, babe. Gotta take care of some club business.”
“What time is it?”
“Late.” I drop a knee to the bed and kiss her forehead.
She slides a hand along my jaw. “Be safe. Hurry back to me.”
“Always.”
“Love you, baby,” she whispers sleepily.
**
“What happened?” I take a seat next to Viking in the waiting room of the emergency room. He’s covered in the prospect’s blood.