take good care of you, angel.”
He lowered his mouth again and flicked his tongue over my clit, making my head spin as he quickly drove me over the edge. He licked me through my orgasm, not letting up until he’d made me scream his name over and over again.
My release left me feeling boneless as I practically melted into the mattress, but I found the energy to reach out and stroke his hard length through his boxer briefs. “What about you?”
“We’ll worry about that tomorrow, angel.” He gently moved my hand away and pulled me into his arms as he spread out on the mattress. “For now, you need rest more than anything else. Go back to sleep.”
My exhaustion hit me hard, but I struggled to keep my eyes open. “Only if you’ll still be here when I wake up.”
“I don’t plan on going anywhere.” He splayed his hand over my stomach and pressed me closer into his chest as he spooned me. “Need sleep, too.”
Now that I knew he wasn’t going to leave me while I slept, I gave up the fight and let my eyes drift shut.
4
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My back was tingling, and the sensations were traveling straight to my morning wood. I was lying on my stomach, and it was getting uncomfortable, forcing me to shift so that I wasn’t lying directly on my rapidly hardening cock. As the sleep cleared from my brain, I registered what was causing the reaction. Soft fingertips were dragging lightly over the skin on my back, likely tracing the tattoos that covered most of the area. The center was a large, intricate, Celtic cross. On the right side of the cross was Larissa’s infant hand and footprint with the date of her birth. The left side had my bike and the date I became a patched member of the club. Below it all was the Silver Saints emblem and the words, “And God said, ‘Let there be bikers.’ And the devil ran like hell.”
I turned my head and gazed up at Harlowe’s gorgeous face as her eyes roamed over my inked skin. She was sitting on her knees, wearing my T-shirt again—much to my disappointment—and hovering over me with her pink and honey-blond hair mussed from sleep. She looked sexy as fuck, and I had to bite back the desire to rip off her clothes and sink deep inside her tight, virgin pussy.
My movement drew her attention, and she smiled as she leaned back onto her heels. “These are beautiful,” she murmured. Her lips pursed for a moment like she was trying to hold in whatever else it was she wanted to say.
“What’s going on in that pretty head, angel?” She bit down on her plump bottom lip, and it almost distracted me from the fact that something was on her mind. “Harlowe.” My tone made it clear that I expected an answer.
Her fingers drifted over my right side once more before she clasped her hands together in her lap and blurted, “What happened to your wife?”
My eyebrows shot to my hairline, and I sat up so that we were directly facing each other. “Wife? Who told you I was married?” I was gonna kill whatever fucking brother was messing with Harlowe.
“Well, you have a daughter so…” she trailed off.
I gripped her chin in my hand and gave her a hard stare. “Never been married, angel. Larissa’s mom was a one-time drunken mistake when I was young and dumb that I never saw again. Can’t even remember her name. But nine months later, there was a baby girl with my eyes and smile sitting on my doorstep.”
Harlowe’s lips formed a little O, and I couldn’t resist swooping down to capture her mouth in a deep kiss. My tongue slipped through the opening and explored the recesses of her mouth. It took less than a heartbeat for her to melt into my arms, and I gently eased her down onto the mattress and covered her body with mine. Urgency was building in me, but for the moment, I wanted to take it slow and savor her taste. My mouth moved over hers, devouring her softness, and I groaned as pleasure radiated outward.
Harlowe trembled beneath me, and I groaned as I sank down even farther until there was no space between our bodies. Her tits pillowed against my chest, and I could feel her hard little nipples through the fabric of her shirt. When a tiny moan slipped from between her lips, and she shifted