and let his body recover so he could do his favorite thing, moving from one tight place to another on her, claiming her completely.
He pulled out of her and tugged her up. Catching her around the waist, he put her on the table, right in the middle, under that chandelier. The lights instantly made her skin glow, spotlighted her breasts and when he yanked apart her thighs, illuminated her pussy, making his cock lengthen and widen even more.
He crawled up on the wide, thick table, wedged himself between her legs and took his time getting to his goal. He kissed his way to her breasts and sucked, bit and licked until she was squirming. Both her hands cupped her breasts, offering them to him. He took his fill and then kissed his way down her body, his tongue lashing at her bare mound. He’d helped her shave it their first night home. He loved the way there was nothing between his tongue and her body. The way she tasted was his own personal aphrodisiac. He fucking loved eating her out. It was one of his favorite things to do.
He took his time before he finally knelt between her legs and lifted her bottom, slamming home without preamble. She cried out, that little low moan that always got to him, and then he was pounding into her. She felt like she was surrounding him with a tight glove of fire strangling his cock. The chandelier shone down on their joined bodies and he watched as he disappeared into her, as her body swallowed his and then he pulled back almost to the very end before slamming deep again.
The table was hard, and he pulled her legs up over his shoulders and let himself take her the way he needed. It was as perfect as it could get, and he didn’t want it to ever end. Each time either of them was close, he stopped and took deep breaths, sometimes working her ass, turning it pink with his hand, feeling the wash of her liquid heat with every smack. Her little mews and keening cries added to the volcano building in his balls.
Then he was there, unable to stop it, and he took her over the edge, using his thumb on her clit so the tidal wave took her as his cock swelled and jerked in her. He felt the splash of his hot seed triggering deeper and stronger waves through her body. He rode it out on his knees, watching her face, drinking in that look. For him. All his.
When he could breathe, he set her feet carefully on the table and leaned down to kiss her belly button. “Is that enough reassurance for you, baby?”
Eyes on his, still struggling for air, aftershocks shaking her, she nodded. “Yes, honey. Thank you.”
“You need anything I’m not giving you? You’d tell me if I was fucking up again, right?”
She nodded. “I don’t care about the truck that much, Steele. It isn’t a big deal to me, but when something is, you’ll be the first to know.”
He felt the grin start somewhere around the vicinity of his cock. He fucking loved her. That was going on his body for her to read right under the tatt over his heart. I fucking love her. Gentle now, he helped her off the table.
The bikes were parked in a long row out in front of the clubhouse when they arrived. Breezy glanced at him but didn’t say anything, and he was grateful. He didn’t have the answers for her or for himself to any questions she might ask—like why he didn’t ride his Harley and let her bring their son in the monster truck. Those were his issues, not hers and he appreciated that she didn’t push him. He needed time. He got Zane out of his car seat and handed him to Breezy. The boy was getting to be tall. He was going to have Steele’s height.
Czar asked Steele to bring Breezy and Zane to the meeting with Inez and Frank Tuttle regarding the new grocery store for a good reason. No one could resist Breezy. She had a look that told others she had joy in her. She was exactly what Czar needed to convince Inez and Frank they were just a bunch of men who loved riding motorcycles. Inez and Frank weren’t born yesterday, but it was easy to see them relax around Breezy and Zane.