“Did dickless end up taking you swimming?” I ask on a possessive growl. I’ve grown a bit selfish over my woman in the time she’s come to stay here. She makes me happy, so I seem to try and drown myself in her any chance I get.
She flashes me an amused grin. “As much as I begged, Richardson still didn’t relent. So, you can relax, tough guy.”
“You can beg me for something,” I rasp, desire coating my voice. I crawl toward her, starting from the foot of the bed. She opens her arms, welcoming me and I fall into her warmth. She feels so fucking good wrapped around me that I can’t help but groan in comfort.
“What is it?” she asks on a near whisper.
“I like the way you feel, I like seeing you in my bed, and I like you.”
She giggles. “Well, that’s a relief. I couldn’t tell by the dickin’ you gave me before you left.”
I chuckle. “I can’t believe you just said dickin’, babe. I’m pulling you over to the dark side.”
“You’re corrupting me.”
“And I’m not sorry for it, one bit,” I admit, tucking my face into her neck to rain my assault of kisses over her flesh. It makes her squirm and my heart beats so fast I feel like it may never stop. I pull her hand from under me and place it against my chest. “You feel that, Gem?”
“Your heartbeat?”
“Yep, it’s going fast for you. It only does that when you’re close to me.”
“Aww, that’s the sweetest thing you’ve ever said to me!” The skin around her eyes crinkles from her smiling so widely in return.
“Nah, pretty sure that was when I told you that you have a bomb pussy.”
“Uh,” she groans, rolling her eyes and I can’t help but grin like a lovesick fool. “I’m glad you’re home. I missed you.”
“Home,” I repeat.
“Oh, yeah?”
“I just realized that’s what you are to me. I always thought it was the MC, but it’s you. Gem, you feel like home, all warm and welcoming, and mine. There’s no other place I’d rather be.” When I glance at her face again, she’s got tears in her eyes. Happy ones, I hope. I lean in, pressing my mouth to hers. I suck the sweet flesh between my lips, making her open for me. My tongue dives inside, reuniting with hers.
Alice moves underneath me. I realize she’s shoving the bedding down off her and my hands come in contact with her smooth, bare skin.
“Fuck!” I draw away enough to allow the curse to escape. “You’re naked, aren’t you?” I flick my gaze downward, discovering her body on display, ready for me. “Jesus, Gem, you’re trying to kill me, aren’t you?”
She giggles again, and it’s the sweetest sound—like pure honey. My woman is happy. What more can a man ask for? I yank my wrinkled old shirt over my head, not giving a shit that I have road grime on me still. We can take a shower together after this, and I’ll worship her body all over again. I manage to kick off my boots, sending them flying from the bed, then I’m moving to force my jeans down off my hips. I don’t wear underwear; it’s just a waste of time, in my opinion. Besides, I like having the freedom to whip my cock out whenever I need to. With Alice, that seems to be frequently, as I can’t get my fill of her sexy ass.
Grasping my hard cock, I rub the tip through her wet center. Her core’s ready and waiting for me to thrust inside. I hope she greets me this way after every run I go on. “You want my cock?”
“Yes, Ripper. I’ve been waiting ever since you left.”
“Damn, you sure do know how to make a man feel special.”
“I try.” She flashes me a flirty smile.
Thrusting my hips forward, I slide home. She’s tight and needy, just the way I enjoy the most. If I had to stay in bed with this woman for the rest of my life, I’d die a lucky man. That thought is crazy considering how quickly things have progressed between us, but it’s the truth. My pops always told me that if I find something that makes me feel good and it isn’t illegal or will kill me, then to keep doing it. At the time, he was speaking about our motorcycles, but it fits here, too. Alice is exactly the type of respite I need to have