“We are never going to get out of here if you can’t keep your hands to yourself.” I continue looking through my clothes for my warmest sweater. “And I doubt Prez is going to be very appreciative when you explain you tested his patience for a few orgasms.”
His teeth rake over my shoulder, biting gently before he licks away the sting. “Don’t care.” Zak pulls my hips back so my ass is pressed against his very hard, very naked cock. “Want you now, honey.”
“You aren’t even dressed yet.”
“Can’t fuck you if I have clothes on.”
I snort. “That isn’t true, and you know it.”
“Fine.” I can feel his smile against my skin. “I want to fuck you but didn’t want to do it with clothes on.”
My hips roll on their own as I abandon my search, give up the fight because it’s totally useless to even try.
Zak and I have been together for about two months now, him moving into my apartment officially after the clubhouse was gutted and there hasn’t been one single day where the man hasn’t demanded to make me come without delivering. Generally, more than once.
Ok, more like five to seven times a day. Totally depends on whether or not we have plans.
Like today.
Today, Sofie, Harlow, and I are Christmas shopping, last minute things since our big party is next week, and even though there hasn’t been any sign of the Cobras since all hell broke loose, Zak, Prez, Marbles, as well as Jackal and Spider are tagging along.
Should be interesting to say the least.
I can’t imagine any of them want to go shopping at all, let alone with three women—one of which is extremely pregnant and hormonal—who have every intention of enjoying the way these men will squirm.
But I’m grateful for it, even with a detailed guard.
Any semblance of normalcy in the midst of a dormant war is welcomed at this point and thankfully, these women and the men closest to my amazing boyfriend agree.
We had a Halloween party at Prez’s house, the one he has separate from the clubhouse that he and Sofie are living in, probably permanently since it feels like the clubhouse is a never-ending project from hell. The Halloween party was so fun, and I managed to talk Zak into dressing up with me. We went as Han Solo and Princess Leia, Fabio acting as Chewy because he can make the noises perfectly, and despite his complaining, I know Zak enjoyed it. Especially when I shed the white robes to reveal the sexy prisoner Leia costume underneath.
Thanksgiving was incredible. Marbles and Harlow hosted, but the three of us cooked together all day long while our favorite men—just the EC—yelled and roughhoused over the football games until dinner.
Summer came out for that with her new girlfriend, Jolie, who I adore, and what’s funny is while I was worried Jackal was going to be disappointed or jealous, the exact opposite happened. He left with the two of them to go back to their hotel room and I’m actually pretty convinced the three of them are now in some sort of polyamorous, long-distance relationship.
Zak thinks I’m wrong, but Jackal hasn’t even looked at another woman since Thanksgiving—longer really because my best friend made quite the impression on him when they first met—and I have it on good authority he texts and calls the two of them multiple times a day every day because my bestie and her girlfriend both tell me so. Not to mention they’re coming back out for Christmas, not leaving until after New Year and Summer has even hinted at moving out this way under the guise of missing me and being overNew York bullshit.
The holidays have been everything I always wanted and never had, full of fun and food, great company and love. It wasn’t what I expected to find amongst an MC of hardened felons, ones who live dangerously and literally killed men before my eyes, but it is what it is, and I could not be happier.
Most of that can be credited to Zak though.
Never in my entire life have I felt so loved, so cherished or treasured, so appreciated and wanted, but that’s exactly how Zak makes me feel every second we’re together. I didn’t know what love was until I met him, and I know for a fact he is my forever.
I also realized I never knew what it was like to orgasm during sex before him either and he’s been happy to help me with that every chance we get.
Like right now.
“Blondie,” Zak grunts as I press back against him, teasing that very beautiful and skilled dick between my ass cheeks. “Theo, I want to eat your pussy right fucking now.”
So much for giving as good as I get.
The minute those words leave Zak’s full, pouty lips my damn knees buckle, and I have to grab onto the vanity in my closet for support.
“Yes,”he growls, practically ripping my cami in two before he starts kissing his way down my back.
I watch in the mirror as he does it; Zak’s predatory gaze flicking to mine in the reflection before he grins and drops to his knees behind me. My panties drop with him and I feel his lips, then his teeth sink into one butt cheek and the other before he spreads my legs wide and repositions himself so his head is resting on the stool in front of me, his face now between my thighs. My thighs that begin to quake as Zak licks me bottom to top, his tongue circling my clit in languid, maddening strokes.
Tongue, lips, teeth. He knows exactly what I like, knew before I did, and when Zak alternates between flicking my clit and pulling it between his lips, I slam my palms against the vanity and come so hard it surprises me and I swear I momentarily black out.
