I’ve never had an orgasm, but I feel one coming. Badger continues his forceful thrusts as our eyes stay locked together.
When my orgasm hits, I scream out his name. By the time I begin to come down, Badger reaches between my legs and slaps my clit a couple times, then begins to rub it. The sensations become too much and I come again, arching my back. His thrusts become sporadic right before he stills, roaring out my name.
As he lays overtop of me yet still holding his weight up, I for once feel safer than I thought I ever could.
Only question is, will it last?
Chapter Twenty
Badger
My mind is still completely blown away at how perfect it felt being inside Jordan. I didn’t know it could be like that, but damn if it didn’t feel fan-fuckin-tastic. I know I probably should have taken my time to make sure she was comfortable first, but I couldn’t hold off being inside her.
I’ll make it up to her later when we have more time. Right now, though, we’re heading to the clubhouse after taking a shower together. Something I intend for us to do every day. I don’t know what it is about having this woman pressed up against me, whether it’s in the bed, in the shower, or having her arms wrapped around me as I speed down the windy roads. My heart feels painfully filled with emotions I’ve never felt before.
Is this what love feels like or something else like infatuation?
I don’t have a clue what love really feels like, but I gotta say this must be what it feels like.
Pulling up to the clubhouse, I park in my usual spot while inwardly shaking my head clear of all thoughts of love.
Tapping Jordan’s leg, I hold my hand out to help her climb off the back of the bike. I instantly miss the feel of her pressed up against my back.
“Let’s get this over with,” I say as I climb off myself and draw her into my arms.
“Umm, okay,” she murmurs, her hands pressed against my chest. I know she’s still leery of this. Shit, so am I, but I figure why the hell not embrace what we have. It’s not like we're not married.
“Just think of it this way, Honey, the quicker I get through the meeting, the sooner I can get you either to my room here or back home.” Giving her a grin, I squeeze her ass with both hands. Jordan’s cheeks turn a beautiful pink as she blushes at my words.
I don’t give her a chance to respond. Instead, I lean down and kiss her softly. With this morning being her first time, I know she needs to know what we shared meant something. What that is, I’m not sure, but fuck, it means a hell of a lot more to me than I realized it would. Pulling back, I reach for her hand and head toward the door of the clubhouse. Here goes nothing.
“Oh, my God!” I wince at the loud screams of all the ol’ ladies as we enter the main room.
“Fuck, y’all could at least let us get further than the door,” I mutter, drawing Jordan into my arms to keep her from getting scared. Sure, she’s been around everyone here, but still, I feel the need to protect her from anything that will spook her.
After what I witnessed last night, not only at the bar but at home, she’s been through hell the same as me, just in a different form. Where I dealt with mine in one way, she did another.
“Oh, shut it, Badger. If I’d realized the stunt you and Gadget pulled last night, I would have kicked both your asses. I mean, seriously, what is with you all taking away my chance to throw a party? You men are all the same, rushing us into marriage. Can I please have one freaking wedding here?” Kenny asks, throwing her hands in the air.
“What the hell are you fussing about now, woman?” Horse yells out as he glowers at his ol’ lady.
“Don’t even start with me. In fact, you stay the hell away from me. You and that super sperm need to go get fixed. I’m tired of you knocking me up constantly,” Kenny shouts as she whips her head in his direction.
“Sweet girl, I suggest you quit with the attitude before I take you over my knee.” It’s usually comical watching the way Horse and Kenny banter back and forth, but right now, I just want to get this meeting over with so Jordan and I can have some more time alone. Preferably back at the house where we’d be secluded enough, I won’t have to deal with my brothers hearing her screaming out.
I’ve yet to get all I want. This morning was merely a sample. But later, I’ll show her exactly what I like. At least I don’t have to worry about one of the clubwhores trying to start shit since when I did find someone to use, I stayed away from the clubhouse. I didn’t want my brothers to know about all my perversions.
Sure, my brothers all have their own shit they do. I just simply want to keep mine to myself.
Shaking my head, I focus back on the fact Jordan and I are surrounded by the women of the club and Kenny is throwing a conniption.
“Wait a second, Kenny, did you just say what I think you said?” Izzy asks, stopping Kenny from saying anything else.
“Ugh, why do I feel like I’m constantly repeating myself around here? You all need to listen the first time around. Horse and his super sperm can stay the hell away from me, and for the love of God, the next one of you to get married had best do it the damn right fuckin’ way. No more courthouse weddings, am I understood?” Kenny’s face becomes flustered as she throws her hands up, storming past us and heading out the main door.
“Damnit, Horse, stop knocking Kenny up,” Lynsdey yells out.
“What the fuck you talking about?” Horse grumbles.
“Your ol’ lady is pregnant. Jesus, Horse, you know how nuts she gets when her hormones go off. I mean, last time with Kayla, Kenny about killed three of the whores around here for even touching you. Get a damn vasectomy or something. Thanks, asshole,” Izzy mutters, going in the opposite direction.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Horse growls as he stalks past me to go after his woman.
“We don’t have fuckin’ time for this drama shit right now. Badger, you and Jordan come to my office we’ll talk in there first. Gadget, get what you need and meet us in there. The rest of you be ready for church in an hour. Fuck, it’s too damn early. Mac hand me my coffee,” Twister grumbles from his position by the bar.
“Are they always this crazy?” Jordan asks quietly.
“Yeah, Honey, this ain’t nothing. Wait until you’re here for one of the club’s parties,” I chuckle. Placing my hand on her lower back, I guide her toward where the offices are located next to the room we hold church.
Neither of us says another word as we enter Twister’s office. Guiding her to one of the chairs, I let her sit, deciding to stand to the side. For some reason, I know what she’s going to say is gonna hit way too close to home.
It might be time to come clean with her before we go into this thing any further.
Fuck, I don’t want to tell my story, but it might be easier for her to finish what she started last night.
“Prez, before we start, I got something I need to say,” I muttered, looking Twister directly in the eye, needing him to see just what I mean.
After a long pause, he nods.
Well, here goes nothing.
Chapter Twenty-One
Jordan