would bear his mark. Tilting her hips up, he adjusted for the right angle and pummeled even deeper into her.
“Is it hard enough for you?” he ground out, smacking her ass again.
Arching higher, she cried out, “Smokey … Yes. Fuck.”
Grabbing a fistful of hair, he yanked her head back, wanting to look at her as
the pressure in his balls intensified. He took in her disheveled hair, flaring nostrils, and glistening skin. With his gaze locked on hers, his body tensed while jets of his hot seed spilled into her.
“Fuck, Ashley—fuck!”
“Holy shit!”
Her warm walls spasmed around him, squeezing him like a vise. The sensation was incredible, and he loved the way her pussy pulsed around his cock, her juices coating him and dripping down his balls. The intensity of her jolted his senses like a power surge, and he knew for a fact that he’d never have enough of her.
Rubbing his hands over her ass, he tried to steady his breathing. She let out a loud, contented sigh before collapsing onto the bed. Lowering his head, he trailed kisses from the crease of her buttocks up to her neck, then pulled out of her. Laying down beside her, he pulled her into his arms, nuzzling his face into her coconut-scented hair. She snuggled closer, running her fingertips lightly across his chest.
“That was amazing,” she said, her warm breath fanning across his skin.
Kissing her hair, he held her tighter. “You’re amazing.”
A quiet peace fell over them as they held each other. Smokey couldn’t remember ever feeling so comfortable with a woman as he did with Ashley. She was the only woman who satisfied him in a way no other woman ever had, nor ever could.
“Are you going to come back after work?”
“I won’t be able to. I’ll be working through most of the night.”
Ashley looked up at him. “Really? Won’t it be hard to work in the dark?”
A soft chuckle rumbled from his throat before he brushed his lips against hers. “No questions, remember?” Patting her ass, he changed the subject. “Do you have any food in the house?”
Feigning an indignant look, she huffed. “Of course.”
“Like what?”
“Frozen stuff. Orange juice, eggs, and some green olives stuffed with pimentos.”
“That’s not food, woman. I’ll go over to Fairway Market and pick up some things.” He laughed when a look of fear flashed across her face. “And before you freak out, I don’t expect you to cook. I’ll make breakfast.”
She sighed in relief. “I can just order takeout. I have a list of places that deliver, and I think a lot of them have breakfast items.”
He tweaked her nose. “No thanks—I’ll cook. Do you like huevos rancheros?” She nodded. “Good. Fairway’s has a booth where these women make the best homemade corn tortillas. I’ll pick up a few.”
“I never would’ve thought you knew how to cook,” she said, sitting up.
“I’ve been on my own a long time, so I learned to make the stuff I like to eat.”
“Do you guys take turns cooking at the club?”
“Sometimes, different brothers will make the chow. My friend, Tank, makes the best damn barbecue sauce I’ve ever tasted. We use his recipe for our barbecue restaurant, Big Rocky’s.”
“I’ll have to try it sometime. You live full-time at the club?”
“Yeah.”
“That’s interesting. Do most of the guys live there?”
“The ones with old ladies don’t, and a couple of the brothers have their own places, but for the most part, the majority of the brothers live there.”
“So it’s like a fraternity house?”
He couldn’t stop the laugh that came out. “I gotta share that one with the guys. I never heard anyone compare us to a frat house. And believe me, we’re nothing like those pansy-ass pussies.”
She smiled. “I believe that.”
Throwing his legs over the side of the bed, he got to his feet. “I’m going to shower first.”
“I noticed your toiletry bag on the sink. Do you always travel with it?”
“Yeah. That, and a change of clothes—all of us do. You never know when you’ll have to crash somewhere when riding. Your bike could break down when you’re out of town, or the weather can make you pull over when on the road. You just never know.”
“And the condoms?”
He gave her his full attention. “As a biker, you gotta be prepared for anything that comes up.” He scooped up his jeans and boxers off the chair. “Do you want to come to the store with me?”
“End of conversation?”
“End of questions. If you wanna come, be ready by the time I finish cleaning