Killer slides in a little bit, pulling back from our kiss to watch my reaction. He slides out and back in, giving me just a little bit more of him. This is repeated until he’s finally fully seated in me. Burying his head in the crook of my neck, I feel his breath hitting my skin. He’s still holding back. I don’t hurt and I’m more than ready for him to move.
Shifting my body under Killer’s larger one, he takes the hint and lifts himself up on his elbows, keeping them on either side of my head. Sliding out of my body, there’s only a slight hesitation before he slams back in my body. Still, Killer keeps his eyes locked on mine while he gauges my response to giving me more of himself. I wrap my legs around his hips and let my arms drape over his shoulders as I hang on for the ride he’s about to take me on.
Within a minute, Killer is done holding back. He’s pounding in and out of my body. I’m arching under his touch as he lowers his mouth and pulls a nipple into his mouth. My body is on a sensory overload at the different sensations flowing through me. Sweat covers both of us as my body begins to tighten around him. Killer reaches between our bodies and begins rubbing circles around my clit, making sure to press his thumb down against me. That’s all I need. My nails rake down his back as I tighten my legs wrapped around his hips.
“Tristan!” I yell out, my body convulsing around him as I drift away with my release.
Killer follows me soon after as he continues to slam in and out of me setting off aftershocks. As he slows his body down, just kind of sliding in and out of lazily, I place my hands on each side of his face to place a gentle kiss against his lips. Our breathing is ragged and shallow when Killer finally pulls free from my body after several minutes. He lands on the side of me, pulling me into his arms.
Sex has never been like this for me. My body is completely sated as my eyelids begin to drift close. That’s when I realize something wet is leaking down onto my thighs. My head shoots up and I look down at Killer’s softening cock. There’s no condom on it. Fuck!
“What’s wrong?” he questions me, his eyes searching my face.
“We, um, didn’t use a condom. I’m not on birth control, Killer,” I state, panic filling my body.
“Sparrow, you’re mine. You’ve always been mine. If somethin’ happens because of this, don’t worry. I’m not goin’ anywhere,” he says, never looking away from me. “One day I’m gonna put my rag on your back, a ring on your finger, and plant my babies in your belly. If that happens sooner rather than later, I don’t care. Unless it’s not somethin’ you want. I love you baby. I heard you tell me when I left to go to Butcher’s club, but I wasn’t gonna say it back to you over the phone for the first time. I’ve loved you for a long time but was too much of an asshole to get over myself.”
“I don’t know if I’m ready to be a mom. It’s not like I remember too much of my own since she disappeared when I was young. What if I’m no good?” I question him, letting my biggest fear out. “I do love you, Killer. It’s always been you.”
“You’re gonna be an amazin’ mother. I wouldn’t just be reckless and get anyone pregnant. Gwen, you’re it for me. I may not have always shown it, but you’re the only one I want and we’re gonna happen. You just need to get on board with the plan,” he informs me, doing an ab curl to sit up in bed.
Killer lifts me into his arms bridal style, carrying me into the bathroom. Without setting me down, he removes one arm after shifting my position, so I’m wrapped around his body. He turns on the water and lets it heat up before stepping in with me still in his arms. I slide down his body so we can wash up. Killer washed my hair and conditions it before moving to my body. Once he’s done, I return the favor and clean him. We don’t linger in the water as he steps out and grabs towels for us. I’m dried off before we head back to bed.
He grabs our now cold food and warms it up before coming back to me. We eat our food as a movie plays in the background. I’m pressed up against Killer and have never felt more content in my entire life. This is where I’m meant to be; where I want to remain for as long as Killer will have me. No matter what happens.
As I finish eating my dinner, my lids slide closed once more. I’m falling asleep against Killer. While I’m drifting off, I feel Killer slide us down under the covers and pull me firmly against his chest. I’m wrapped in his arms. Sleep fully claims me and dreams of a life with the man next to me play on a loop.
Chapter Fourteen
Killer
I WAS AT the garage when I got the call about Gwen getting another note from whoever’s after her. Without a word to anyone, I rushed out, leaving my tools and everything else exactly where they were. Gwen is my number one priority and always will be. If she needs me, I’ll be there by her side.
Running in the house when I got there, I saw Rich waiting outside on the porch. I didn’t bother stopping to talk to him or anything else in my attempt to get to my woman. When I got into our bedroom, I came to a dead stop. Gwen was standing there in front of me dressed in nothing more than a red and black nightie. Her hair is curled and flowing down against her back with some resting over her chest. There’s make-up on her face; something she doesn’t need. Red heels adorn her feet and I’m fucking lost.
Being with Gwen, her willingly giving herself to me, is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced in my entire life. I want to experience it as much as she’ll let me. Gwen isn’t fake, her noises and the emotions flitting across her face are genuine and she gives me back as good as I give her. I know she’s not experienced, and the times she has been with the cocksucker weren’t good for her. I’ll do everything in my power to erase all of that from her mind.
Once she fell asleep, I cleaned up the bedroom, blew out the candles, and went out to talk to Rich. He handed me over the letter, told me how scared my woman is, and let me know he already talked to Slim about the situation as well. For now, I think we need to go to the clubhouse. It’s not that I don’t believe my house isn’t safe, but I’ve already found men sneaking around trying to get in. Until we figure out what’s going on and who’s after her, I think we should stay at the clubhouse. There’s more people around for when I’m at work.
I call Slim to have him get everyone to the clubhouse. I’m not playing games anymore with Gwen. Today I’m going to claim her ass. I’ve already had her rag; it’s been sitting in my closet at the clubhouse for months now. Like I said, it was just a matter of time before I did it. When we get there, I’m going to put our bags in our room and grab the box from my closet so I can claim her. Then we can have a cookout to keep her mind off everything. No one will care its last minute.
Heading back into the bedroom, I pack a bag for Gwen and me. I’m going to give her the chance to talk to me about the note she got before we head out though. Once she’s around a lot of people, she’ll be less likely to talk openly about certain things. Getting back in bed with Gwen, I slide her silky hair from her shoulder, and begin to pepper kisses along her shoulder and up to her neck.
Gwen stirs beneath me, her eyes fluttering over. When she sees me hovering over her, a smile covers her face. Her small body stretches, and I watch on as the sheet covering her slips and exposes her chest and stomach to my gaze. Leaning over her body, I pull her nipple into my mouth and suck on it. Gwen arches into my touch as I lift my head away from her.