Verek (Savage Kings MC - South Carolina #3) - Lane Hart Page 0,66
him truthfully, my previous inhibitions already miles away.
I feel his chuckle against my sensitive flesh before his tongue strikes again, turning my one planted leg to Jell-O. With it trembling, I place my other knee above Verek’s right shoulder so that I’m straddling his face. His groan of approval vibrates through me in the most delicious way as I notice his arm moving from the corner of my eye, cords of muscles contracting with every little movement. He’s still fisting his cock, his hand moving faster and faster with the same enthusiasm as the tip of his tongue stroking back and forth over my swollen bundle of nerves.
“Oooh, yes!” I moan as my head falls back and my hips start to buck, taking control of the situation without my permission. A tidal wave of arousal hits me embarrassingly fast as Verek sucks on my clit. I drench his face as I start to convulse on top of him. I’m holding on to the headboard so hard the entire bed is shaking. “Yes! Verek! Please!” I scream as I come so hard and for so long that it feels like I’m being thrown into another decade.
“Mm…mmm…mmmmm!” Verek groans are muffled as he thrusts his hips and comes in his hand, sounding like he’s devouring the most delicious thing he’s ever put in his mouth. Never before have I ever felt so sexy and wanted. It’s…empowering.
When it feels like every drop of energy has been drained from me, I roll over onto the empty side of the bed before I suffocate Verek.
Both of us lie there, gasping and panting, recovering for several long minutes.
“For me too,” I agree. “It was incredible. Possibly the best moment of my life.”
Both of us laugh at that, even though I’m not exaggerating.
“I better clean up my mess,” Verek says before he’s rolling out of bed, heading for the bathroom.
I lie there and enjoy the blissful afterglow, my towel still in place until he comes back and puts his boxer briefs back on.
“I think I could cuddle you tonight without any poking,” he says when he slides under the covers.
“Okay,” I easily agree, not uptight or worried about anything at the moment. I barely have the energy to roll to my side, deciding to sleep in the towel tonight. “Cuddle me until we fall asleep.”
My eyes are already closing when the front of Verek’s body presses against my back, his heat warming my cooling skin. He places a soft kiss on my shoulder and says, “Good night, sweetheart.”
“Good night,” I reply.
And before I fall asleep, I think to myself that I would love to do this with Verek every night.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Verek
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“I now call this meeting to order,” Winston says with a grin as he lowers the gavel a little too eagerly onto the Savage Kings table in the chapel Monday afternoon. “The first item on the agenda is a vote on reinstating Verek’s full membership.”
“Should he be in here while we’re voting?” Marcus asks.
“You worried I’ll kick your ass if you vote no?” I question him.
“Hell no,” he huffs.
“Then what’s the problem?” I mutter as he shrugs a shoulder.
“Have you learned how to follow orders instead of doing whatever the fuck you want to do?” Marcus asks.
“I’ll follow fucking orders,” I assure him, the part about unless they’re stupid or ridiculous going unspoken.
“Let’s get this over with. All in favor of reinstating Verek’s membership?” Winston asks, followed by his vote of “Aye.”
I hold my breath as he goes around the table, waiting for each person to give their approval, until we come to Marcus, the final vote.
He narrows his eyes at me and then grins. “Aye, shithead.”
Winston drops the gavel hard enough to break it. “Then it’s unanimous. Welcome back!” He picks up the leather cut that’s lying beside him and tosses it to me.
“Thanks, guys. I’m glad to be back.”
“You ready to get back to work at Fluid?” Cannon asks. “Conrad and I have enough on our plates with the shop.”
“Uh, I’m not sure. Maybe we should wait and see what Roman says,” I hedge. “Can’t Hugo and Abel handle the club this week?”
“I don’t know shit about running a business,” Hugo says.
“Me either,” Abel seconds. “So unless you want us to run it into the ground, you should probably ask someone else.”
“Nolan?” I ask.
“Still on probation. Ain’t supposed to be around drugs or alcohol,”