Patriot (Hades Abyss MC 6) - Harley Wylde Page 0,52
woman I was today. He’d healed me, but more importantly, he’d loved me and shown me I was worthy of a man like him.
“I think she’s asleep,” I said. “Why don’t we put her to bed?”
He stood and went to the stairs, pausing to wait for me. I moved slowly as I climbed to the second floor. I let him put Blaze to bed and made my way to our room. I’d kill for a real shower. The nurse had put a waterproof bandage over my stitches before I left so I could get good and clean when I got home. I stripped out of my clothes and let the water warm. Steam billowed from the space and I stepped under the spray.
“I’ll never get tired of this view.”
I looked over my shoulder and saw Patriot removing his boots and clothes, his gaze locked on my body. “Neither will I.”
The man was a work of art. Between his tattoos and his muscles, I would gladly stare at him all day. He stepped into the shower and I reached out, my hands pressing to his chest. I traced the ink and pressed a kiss over his heart.
“I can’t seem to resist the temptation of you all naked and wet,” he said. “I told myself last time I would wait until we made it to the bed. I’m not even going to bother lying to myself anymore.”
“Then don’t wait.”
He skimmed his hands over my hips. “What about your leg?”
“Guess you better find a way to not pull my stitches. Think you’re up for the challenge?”
“Oh, yeah.” He smirked and rubbed his cock against me. “Definitely up for it.”
“That was so terrible it was kind of funny.”
He rubbed his nose against mine. “I aim to please. Speaking of… you ready to scream my name?”
“Do your worst.”
He nudged me toward the bench, then sat and tugged me onto his lap, my legs on either side of his thighs. “This okay? Not hurting you?”
“It’s good. It would be better if I was coming already.”
He swatted my ass. “Impertinent wench. I’m getting there.”
I leaned back, thrusting my breasts up and he latched onto a nipple, giving it a gentle nip before sucking on it. I threaded my fingers into his hair and held on, letting the sensations wash over me. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
I felt his hand against my belly, and then his fingers rubbed against my clit. I cried out, tugging on his hair as I arched into him. I should have been embarrassed over how fast I came. Patriot didn’t seem to care. He didn’t slow down, just kept rubbing and sucking until I’d come two more times.
“Lift up, Little Bit. I’ll do the work, but I think this position will put the least amount of strain on you.”
I went up higher on my knees, then lowered myself onto his cock. I moaned as he filled me up, the stitches pulling a little. Patriot gripped my hips, taking almost all my weight, and thrust up hard and fast. I cried out and clutched at his shoulders. “Ronan! God, feels so good.”
“Not God, Little Bit. It’s only me.”
He took me like a man possessed. His grunts and my cries filled the space. The world spun around me as I came so hard I forgot to breathe. I felt the hot spurts of his release, then he gathered me against his chest.
“Fuck! Every time with you is more amazing than the last,” he said.
“Because we’re perfect for each other,” I said. “You’re the other half of my soul, Ronan.”
He kissed me, his lips devouring mine. “Love you, Little Bit. So fucking much.”
“Love you too.”
“Let’s clean up and head to bed. As much as I want you again, I don’t want to put a strain on your leg and tear your stitches. Only a few more days and you can take them out. Bones will do it if you want him to.”
“I’ll gladly let him do it.”
“Come on. Before you tempt me again.”
I lifted myself off him and stood on shaky legs. Only Patriot had the power to reduce me to a puddle of goo. I hoped that never changed, not even after we’d been together twenty years. He washed me with a tenderness I wouldn’t have expected from such a big, badass biker. But I knew that inside, at least with me, he was a big teddy bear.
By the time we’d finished, and he’d dried me off, I was yawning and ready for a nap.