“Shit,” I gasped as he reached between my legs, pressing down on the bundle of nerves as my thighs shook. My body jolted. Once. Twice.
Diablo’s name tumbled from my lips in a wail, dragging out as I soaked the two of us and my sheets. I’d never been a woman who did that, but it didn’t matter with my talented biker. He knew how to play and bring my body to completion.
“Fuck,” he exhaled, moving against me, his breath ragged. “I can’t get enough of you.” His hips rocked harder, pushing deeper. “I don’t want to come,” he admitted with a laugh. “Just need more.”
“More,” I agreed, still trembling through that orgasm while another began to build.
This man. He touched my heart, my needs, and my soul. I was never left unsatisfied.
“Give me something,” I asked, hissing as he gripped my waist.
“Anything,” he groaned, slamming into me.
“I want to see your face.”
He slipped free, rolling onto his back as he lowered to the mattress. “Talk to me.”
I settled over his hips, making a sound of pure rapture as I slid down his length. “Give me something I’m missing.”
“Gina, I’d give you whatever you want or need. Even my heart.”
I pressed my body to his chest, walking my fingers upward to caress the line of his jaw. “That’s what I want,” I confessed. “A heart that loves me as much as I love in return.”
He blinked, his features softening. Silver sparkled in his eyes for a few seconds. “I think we can have that.”
“So do I,” I confessed as I began to roll my hips. “Touch me. Deep. I need to feel you, Jesiah.” Emotional, I felt the tears sting my eyes.
“My Gina,” he whispered. “You own me more every single day. I’m never letting you go.”
The sex grew wild and frenzied, Diablo lifting me up and down on his swollen erection, tilting his hips to drive as hard as we both needed. Coming at the same time, we held onto one another, panting through the aftershocks as sweat clung to our bodies.
“Damn, Gina. You wore me out,” he teased, sitting up in bed as he pulled me into his arms. My head rested over his heart, listening to the frantic beats as they slowed to a normal rhythm.
“In the best way.”
“Hell yeah. Best ever.”
We were silent for so long that I thought he might have fallen asleep.
“What’s on your mind, darlin’?”
Always so intuitive.
I asked the question that had been on my mind for some time.
“Have you ever had an ol’ lady?”
“HAVE YOU EVER HAD ANol’ lady?”
I should have anticipated her question, but it still caused my body to jolt like I’d been electrocuted. The pain, the sorrow, the emptiness, they never fully receded.
“Once. It didn’t last long,” I admitted.
A tiny part of me felt asking another woman to be my ol’ lady was a betrayal to Anita. I’d loved her so wholly and recklessly that it shattered my world when I lost her and Thunder.
To know she died? That she suffered before the end?
How could I ever forgive myself for leaving them both alone and vulnerable?