“Watch me,” she managed to pant. “Please, watch me as you make me come.”
My hand in her hair trailed down her back so I could grab two handfuls of her plump ass and buck up into her like a fuckin’ pile driver.
“You come for me, you do it sayin’ my name. You do it knowin’ you’ve got me inside you and you do it knowin’ all that I am.”
Her cunt was ripplin’ and spasming already, drawing me impossibly deeper into that tight, burnin’ sheath. My balls drew up and I knew I was gonna come too, deep inside her like I’d only done in my darkest fuckin’ fantasies.
“You be a good girl and come for me right fuckin’ now,” I said then ducked down to take the junction of her left shoulder and neck in my mouth, holdin’ her still with my teeth.
“Fuck, Zeus,” she screamed on a dyin’ breath, her body already gone, already shakin’ on me, squeezin’ around me.
She chanted my name the whole way through, her cum warm and wet on my dick as I churned in and out of her then finished with a fuckin’ roar. Each jet of cum I shot tight up against her womb jerked my whole body against her, draggin’ everything outta me until we both fell exhausted against each other.
With the last of my energy, I dropped back to the cold ground and lowered her on top of me. She settled like a cat in the sun, fallin’ to sleep quicker than I could blink at her and notice the smile that kept at her face even in slumber. A smile that said she was the cat who’d finally eaten the canary.
I knew how she felt ’cause my heart was beatin’ too fast and too hard, not stoppin’ or slowin’ like it shoulda after the hardest orgasm of my fuckin’ life. But I couldn’t sleep, couldn’t even really relax, not with the way my blood was pumpin’ and my mind was whirrin’.
Her hair was fuckin’ everywhere, warm silk on my chest, arms and abs but I loved the feel’a it, the smell of burnt sugar and warm cherries all around me. Couldn’t stop touchin’ her even though she was asleep sprawled over my body like a heavy blanket. Loved the feel of her on me, her curves against my edges. Loved the weight of her on my chest against my heart.
Loved fuckin’ everything about this girl.
If I’d had any doubt before, it was fuckin’ clear to me now that Lou was mine.
Didn’t give a single fuck that there were a million and one fuckin’ things that made her forbidden to me.
That her father would try to toss me back into prison for it.
That my enemies would try to maim, torture and kill her for it.
That my own kids might throw a shit fit ’cause of it.
I was keepin’ her.
“No one should be that tense after sex that incredible,” Lou muttered.
I chuckled. Smoothed a hand down her hair and twisted it all up in one of my hands so I could tug it back and force her eyes to mine. They unveiled like heavy curtains, the kinds in old movie theatres my uncle had taken me to as a kid. Glamorous. That was the old Hollywood word for what Lou was, all woman, all sass, all fuckin’ gumption all the time with a sweet center just for her man.
Just for me.
She gave that to me now, that sweetness rough men like me craved.
“Want to make you happy enough to relax,” she whispered up at me.
Damn that sweetness and the ache it sent straight to the heart of me.
“Can’t relax when there’s still fuckers out there who’d keep you from me,” I told her honest.
Her eyes flared. “You want to keep me?”
I rolled my eyes at her and slapped at her sweet behind so she squirmed. “You think I tell every bitch I fuck that I’m ‘it’ for them? Fuck, takes a helluva a guy to step inside my shoes after I’ve been there but I don’t warn women off of it.”
Lou planted her boney little elbows in my chest so she could prop her face in her hands and glare down at me. “Sorry, I think I lost your point when you implied you’ve slept with and ruined dozens of women.”
“Little girl, I’ve fucked and ruined hundreds of ’em.”
Her beautiful face collapsed into shock and then she surprised me by laughing loudly, leanin’ down to do it right in my face. When she recovered, she fell against me to give me a full body hug and say into my chest, “Good thing for me, then, that you want to keep me and not them.”
I grinned into her hair and hugged her back, almost wrapping her up twice over in my arms. “Good thing.”
“I woulda made you keep me, you know?” she told me, tippin’ her head back so she could look up at me.
I propped my hand behind my head and snorted, “Figured as much. I like to fool myself into thinkin’ I make my own decisions so I had to sort it out quick, I wanted to keep ya.”
She giggled and closed her eyes, sighing until she was melted against me.
“So happy,” she muttered. “Never been happier and doubt I ever could be.”
I thought about all the things she had left to look forward to in life—graduation, marriage, travels, kids—and I thought about all the things I was lookin’ forward to givin’ her—celebration parties, my ring, vacations, baby Garros—and I knew she was wrong.
“Gotta lot more of life to live, kid.”
This time she sighed, it was a sad thing. “I like to live a day at a time, Z.”
Kicked me in the face to hear her say that but I got it. You don’t live through cancer to take life for granted and I was fuckin’ proud of her for decidin’ no matter what to live it to the fullest.
“I can do that,” I told her even though I was already thinkin’ and plannin’.
I mighta been a biker but I’d been a planner, a smarter guy than anyone ever gave me credit for ’cause of my bike, my tats, my size and my cut. I’d always known what I wanted and got it, even if I got some surprises along the way.
And I wanted Lou. So, I knew I’d get her and tie her to me in all the ways normal society and biker society would allow.
But despite what she said, I knew we had all the time in the world, so I wasn’t in any fuckin’ rush. I could enjoy lyin’ on the floor of my cabin holdin’ my girl and do it knowin’ I’d have a lifetime with her.
I was too hot.
It confused me in my state of half slumber. I was never too warm. The cancer sometimes gave me hot flashes but mostly, I was always cold. It almost scared me the most—the coldness—because it made me think I was already halfway dead, stiff and frozen but clinging to life.
So, the heat pressed heavy and close around me confused me enough that I opened my eyes.
I saw tattoos.
A long quilted expanse of heavily muscled back covered edge to edge in beautifully detailed body art. In the center was The Fallen emblem, the large demon skull with The Fallen MC arched above it and Entrance, B.C. bracketing it below.
Then the wings.
They started at the edges of the skull but flowed over his shoulder blades and around his tree trunk thick arms. I touched a finger to the perfectly rendered feathers like I had when I was a little girl, filled with the same awe that I had a real-life angel under my hands.
His skin was smooth under the black ink but riddled with small and large scars, the ragged scar from where the bullet we’d shared had passed clean through him and into me, a longer, thin white scar that crossed diagonally from right hip to mid-back that looked like the swipe from a blade and the dozens of little scars breaking up the skin of his knuckles from too many fist fights.