“Cum for me!” he shouted as he savagely slammed into my body. Gone was the warm blanket, and in that instant, Iscreamed as my body burst all around him. The fire within me exploded and flashed all around me.
Let’s just say the rest was a blur of intense pleasure, punctuated by gasps, moans, and the occasional shriek of pure, unadulterated ecstasy. The whole‘punishment’thing? It had evolved into something else entirely. Something... incredibly exhilarating.
In the end, I was a puddle of blissful exhaustion, wrapped in his arms, smiling like an idiot. He hadn’t removed the restraints, but somehow, that didn’t matter anymore. I was floating, truly floating, on a cloud of pure, unadulterated joy. My body was no longer my own. My ass gripped his hard cock, pulling him deeper into me. With a loud growl, he slammed into me one more time and stilled, adding to the flames within me as he dumped his seed deep.
Panting, I gasped for air as a cool breeze blew across my skin, and I shivered. I never felt him remove my hands from the leather binds. All I knew was that I was floating on air and wrapped in his warmth.
Slowly opening my eyes, I looked into his beautiful eyes and smiled. Laying my head on his chest, I drifted off into heaven, knowing that he would catch me when I floated back to earth.
Smiling, I leaned back in my seat and adjusted the soft pillow under my ass as I remembered last night’s adventures when I heard George chuckle.
Ignoring the smug bastard, I closed my eyes and tried not to wince at every damn pothole he specifically aimed for. When I woke up this morning still in my heavenly bliss bubble, the lastthing I expected was for George to slap my ass and order me to get dressed.
“Why are we going to the clubhouse again? Because you know I’ve got shit to do at the lodge. The wedding is tomorrow, and all the relatives will arrive today.”
“I know, but King called for a club meeting, which means everyone.”
“I’m not a brother, George.”
“No, but you are my woman, and a club meeting means everyone. Church is for the brothers only.”
“Seems a bit sexist to me. Why call it anything if the women are only allowed for certain meetings?” I muttered mainly to myself as George smartly kept his damn mouth shut.
“Mom, why is Cameron going to be in the wedding? He’s not family?” Jasmine asked from the back seat.
“Because LeeAnn asked him to. Why?”
“No reason.”
Opening my eyes, I turned and looked at my daughter. “Why are you asking?”
“No reason.”
“She plans on tripping him when he walks down the aisle,” Jasper absently said, not bothering to look up from the book he was reading.
“I DO NOT!”
“Jasmine Jane Hennessy! You will do no such thing. I mean it. You will leave Cameron alone.”
“But, Mom, I gotta get him back!”
“For what?”
“For getting me grounded.”
“What?” I asked, confused. “Jasmine. The last time I grounded you was when you... NO! Absolutely not! You leave that boy alone. That was weeks ago. Let it go, girl!”
Huffing, Jasmine rolled her eyes and whispered, “When pigs fly, I will.”
“Told you she wouldn’t forget, Mom,” Jasper added.
“What is she talking about? What did Cameron do to her?” George asked, joining the conversation.
“It’s nothing. Just a simple misunderstanding at the comic bookstore a few weeks ago,” I replied as George pulled into the Sons of Hell compound. The second he put the vehicle in park, both Jasmine and Jasper leaped from the vehicle and ran inside.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Georgie
