for each thrust.
Once again, her soul was at the surface. Her desire for Curley bared to his view, his touch, his possession. All she'd ever wanted was him, and there was nothing that would change her feelings.
"You don't know," he muttered, shifting behind her.
He slid his hand between her legs. His fingers found her clit without his cock leaving her body. The stroke on the sensitive numb arched her back, and her legs almost straightened but for Curley's arm looping around her waist, keeping her up.
Instead of pumping into her, he held himself still. All the attention went to his fingers. Those big, rough fingers. They worked magic over her.
Her insides curled tighter, and her wetness coated his movements. Her pelvis moved against his hand as her back arched more.
Whimpering, she clung to the bed, unable to stop the spiral she was caught in. Curley worked her like a puppet master, making her dance. Making her love him.
She needed more.
He gave her more.
Taking his cock out of her, he slapped the hardness against her butt, sliding up and down her slit while his finger circled her clitoris. He left her guessing what he was going to do. He gave her cravings, she had no idea she had. She rocked on the bed, her sex pulsating.
Her core clenched, straining. "Curley. Cur...ley."
His hand left her. His cock left her. At the cusp of an orgasm, she moaned her objection. She wanted him back.
Opening her mouth to beg, he knocked the breath out of her as he slammed his cock inside of her.
"Take it." He pounded her.
Out of control and in his control, her pleasure circled, greedily sucking him in. Her climax exploded, ripping a scream out of her lungs.
Her orgasm lasted long enough, she worried if he'd killed her when suddenly, he thrust deeply into her and pressed her flat to the mattress. Held under his weight, she trembled at the violent shudder rocking his body.
Fear settled in her. She waited for him to get off her and leave. That's what had happened before. He always left.
His lips settled on her ear. "I have never needed inside someone the way I have with you."
"Please, don't leave me," she whispered, unable to breathe.
"You don't know what you're asking."
"I do."
"You don't." He growled. "If I take you..."
"Please." Her body stiffened underneath him. "Curley, please. I've given you my life since I was seventeen years old. I've never once asked you for anything. Stop fighting it. Stop fighting me. I know you love me. You have to love me. You wouldn't fight me so hard if you wanted to get rid of me."
God, she hoped her heart was telling her the right thing to say. If she was wrong and she'd loved him from afar for a lifetime, and he never loved her back, how would she ever go on without him?
"If I take you. I'm taking you in front of everyone, and you're going to sleep in my bed. Every fucking night. And, so help me, if you get hurt, all hell is going to break loose."
Relief washed over her. She was willing to do anything.
"There's no going back, Faye. No matter what happens. No matter what anyone says or does to us," he whispered, linking his hands with hers. "You're my old lady."
She nodded, afraid to speak, and have him change his mind.
Chapter 26
Curley
Faye's girlfriends sequestered her in the back corner of Promise. Curley sat at the table in the front corner with Priest, but his attention was on the girls. They were surrounding Faye and going by the severe expressions on their faces, he wondered if Faye was explaining the fire to them or the fact, she was going home with him after work.
"I'm scheduled to go to the prison on Sunday." Priest drained the rest of the beer in his mug. "Walker will ask about Faye."
Curley strummed his thumb against the surface of the table. As his role in the club, he'd gone to the prison once a month to check up on Tarkio members serving time but had refused to see Walker. Which meant Priest made the trip for him.
"Yeah." He took in Faye's lowered brows as she nodded to the others. "Tell him what he wants to know."
Priest would do what he wanted, anyway. It wasn't his job to give his president permission to talk to other members—and Walker still owned the patch.
He was more concerned about watching over Faye than what happens with Walker at the moment. He'd