I slip them off and I climb on top of her, before I roll onto my back, her sitting on my hips.
Her hair drips down as she peers down at me and she looks like a fucking angel. I want to take her hard and fast, but that isn’t what she needs. I need to be patient here.
“You’re in control here, baby,” I tell her. “You want to stop, just say the word.”
She shakes her head. “I don’t want to stop. I won’t break, I promise.”
“I know, but this is the first time we’ve…”
A smile curves up her lips. “I’ve been patient, but I need you. Kissing isn’t enough. I want you to own me completely. I’m scared, I can’t lie and say I’m not, but I know you won’t do anything to hurt me.”
I bring her hand to my mouth and pepper it with kisses. “I love you, Briella.”
“I love you too.”
I know she’s on birth control. I’ve seen her taking it every morning, and I probably should glove up, but the thought of our first time being skin to skin is fucking enticing.
Even so, I say, “Condom.”
She reaches over to her bedside drawer and pulls one out. “I’ve been waiting for us to use these for a while,” she murmurs and I lean forward and kiss her.
Then I make quick work of opening the wrapper and sliding it down my length. When I’m done, I lie back and interlace my fingers behind my head.
Taking a shaky breath, she guides my cock into her heat and slides down my length. Her tightness strangles me and I want to gasp out ‘move’, but I hold my tongue. This has to be at her pace.
Briella gives herself a second to adjust to my size, then she begins to move. I can’t stop the groan that escapes my lips. She feels fucking amazing.
“You’re killing me, baby,” I murmur.
My hands go to her hips as she moves up and down my shaft, squeezing my dick around her wet pussy.
God, I love her. I love everything about this woman. She’s mine and I’m never letting her fucking go. Not now, not ever. I want her completely. She’s so fucking brave, so fucking strong.
“You’re amazing,” I tell her.
“So are you,” she pants as she arches her back, pushing her tits out. I palm them before I slide my hand back to her hips.
It doesn’t take me long to feel that familiar tightening in my balls. She contracts around me, letting out a long moan before I spill inside the condom.
She collapses to the side of me, careful not to put any weight on my chest, panting. For a moment, neither of us says a word, just concentrating on drawing in air. Eventually, she speaks.
“Thank you.”
“For what?”
“Being patient. Showing me I’m not broken.”
I twist to the side and kiss her temple. “Ain’t broken, and you ain’t ever been broken, baby.”
“Love you.”
“I love you too.”
Epilogue
Briella
A month later…
“What are they?” I ask, staring at the keys dangling from Daimon’s forefinger.
He shakes them slightly, making them jingle.
“Keys.”
“I can see they’re keys,” I say, rolling my eyes. “Keys to what?”
“Our new flat. If you want it.”
My stomach fills with butterflies at his words. Things between us have been so good over the past few weeks. I feel like I’m living in a dream. He’s been amazing, but our living situation isn’t ideal. He never bothered with his own place, never needed it before. He keeps a room at the clubhouse, but that isn’t exactly ideal. Those men live like pigs and it’s always noisy there, no matter what time of the day or night it is. We found ourselves spending more time at my place, which isn’t fair on Layla either. Not that she seems to mind, but I don’t want to take the piss either and make her feel like I’m turning our place into mine and Daimon’s.
I raise my eyes to him and ask, hope in my voice, “Our new flat?”
“If you want it.”
Guilt gnaws at my gut as I think about leaving Layla. I don’t know if she can afford the rent on our flat without me, and I’m not going to leave her in the shit.
“I already spoke to Layla, baby. She’s got someone lined up to take your room.”
I flare my eyes. “Wow, you were both really sure I was going to say yes, weren’t you?”
“You are saying yes, aren’t you?”
I can’t stop the grin from covering my face. “Obviously.”
He kisses me, his mouth taking mine totally, owning and claiming me as he always does. My knees wobble and I have to grip his forearms to keep on my feet. I have no idea how I got so lucky, but I love this man with everything I have. Things haven’t been exactly plain sailing, but with the therapy and addiction programme, I’m getting there. I feel more in control of my life than I’ve ever felt and that’s a good thing. I’ve had a couple of slip ups with booze, but Daimon has been so patient with me. He didn’t scold me. He took me straight to my counsellor who has been helping me with both my addiction problem as well dealing with what Sin did to me. I know I have a long way to go, but finally, I can see light at the end of the tunnel. There’s a way out of this pit of despair. Daimon gave that hope to me, and I can never repay him for that. I’ll be a recovering alcoholic for the rest of my life, but I’m learning I don’t need the booze to get through the day anymore. I have other things to help me, other people to lean on now.
I’m getting closer to Sasha and Lucy. I didn’t realise Lucy had also been attacked by her ex, who sounded like a piece of work. The three of us have been helping each other through our traumatic pasts, but it’s Sasha I relate to most. She was the one who Sin also hurt. I know she has a lot of guilt over what happened to me, that she feels responsible. She left a predator behind and he attacked again, but it’s not her fault. Sin was broken in the head. She couldn’t have known that was going to happen.
As for the Sic Bastards, they paid in full for what they did to Daimon. After a few nightmares where I’d see him getting abducted over and over he told me the club killed the two men who took him and had done as they promised—wiped the Bastards off the face of the earth. Levi and Daimon drew me a map of where is safe to go in London and where to avoid. Knowing the consequences of stepping into another gang or club’s territory, I’ve been more cautious.
“We better get moving, baby,” Daimon says, breaking through my thoughts. “We’re going to be late.”
I peer up at the clock on the wall and flare my eyes. He’s right. We’re going to miss Whizz’s send off if we don’t get moving.
I snag my bag off the sofa and peer around my small flat. It’ll be weird no longer calling this home, but I’m ready to get on with the next chapter of my life, and as long as Layla is taken care of, I’m happy.
Daimon got the all-clear from his doctor to ride again, so we head outside to his bike. He hands me the helmet he bought me. It’s black with hot pink skulls on it. I fucking love it. I pull it on my head and pull the matching bandanna over my face. He pulls his own on and then mounts the bike. I don’t hesitate to get on behind him, scooting close to his back as I do and wrapping my arms tightly around his waist. I kiss his neck as I do and nuzzle against the back of his kutte, taking in the scent of leather and his aftershave. He smells divine.