Page 21 of Breaker

Our kiss heats up, and before I know it, both my hands are on her ass, her legs are around my waist, and I'm blindly walking through the house, up the stairs to my room, trying not to step on any of Noah's toys he's left lying around.

I toe my boots off as I enter my bedroom and slowly lay her down on my bed. I shift my body over hers, not once breaking the kiss. As my tongue plays with hers, I glide my hands up her arms until I link our fingers together, planting them near her head. I drag my lips to her jaw, kissing down to her neck, where I suck hard as I grind my dick against her cunt, making her moan as I groan. I slowly kiss down her body, letting go of her hands, so I can grip her shirt. Pulling back a bit, I make eye contact with her, waiting for her nod, and I smile when she gives it. I remove her shirt, then kiss her again as I reached around her, unclip her bra, pull it off, then throw it on the floor.

As our kiss deepens, she grabs my cut, gliding the leather off my shoulders. I expect her to throw it, but I feel my amazing girl blindly place it on the nightstand before grips the edge of my shirt, and pulls it up. I help her take it off, breaking the kiss for a moment, then placing my lips back on hers as her bare chest touches mine, warming me.

My body catches fire.

I slowly brush my thumb over her hardened nipple, then break the kiss, so I can put her other nipple in my mouth. I suck it, making her scream.

"Alex!”

My dick screams at me for his wet heat, weeping from the tip, and I quickly kiss down her body. I unbutton her jeans, hook my fingers inside them and her panties, and drag them down her legs.

Once her jeans are off, I stand and unbutton mine, making eye contact with her. I rasp, "Do you want me, Goldie?"

Her eyes hold conflict. She knows what I'm asking; “do you want us to finally be out of the dating stage and into a relationship, to be my girl fully?”

She swallows, then nods hesitantly, and I smile. I drop my jeans, then climb over her body. I skim the inside of her thighs, making room for myself between them. As my face gets close to her cunt, growl, "This is it now, Quinn. It's been a month, and I'm done going slow. You’re mine, darling, and I'm yours." I latch on to her enlarged clit, sucking it hard into my mouth as she arches her back.

I gently bite her clit, and mumble, "Say it, baby, say you’re all mine…."

I suck it again, then slowly lick over the bundle of nerves, teasing her, waiting for her answer. She doesn't answer me, so I do it twice more, before she gasps in frustration.

"Yes, I'm all yours, please, please…."

I smirk then thrust two fingers into her tight hole, tilting them in a come-hither motion. I suck her clit until it pulses, making her scream as her orgasm takes over her body. Liquid pleasure floods my mouth, making me moan. I drink it all up, loving her taste.

I wring out her orgasm for about twenty seconds until she pushes me away, too sensitive, and I shove my tongue into her tight cunt, taking one last taste, then I slowly kiss up her body. I take a nipple in my mouth as I glide my hands up her arms, removing her fingers from their death grip in my hair. I link our fingers together as I kiss her mouth, taking it with mine, making her moan as she tastes herself on my lips.

I break the kiss and rub my nose along hers as the tip of my cock nudges against her opening. I rasp, "I want to take you raw baby, nothing between us…. Will you let me?"

She nods, unlinking our fingers as she wraps her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist as she whispers, "I'm on the shot." That's all I need to know as I slowly glide into her wet heat, groaning. I place my forehead against hers, loving the feeling of her tightening around me.

Fuck me, she's tight….

We keep eye contact as I slowly make love to her for the first time, ensuring she gets all the pleasure while maintaining the connection between us.

This girl is my forever and, right now, as I look into her eyes, I make a silent promise to never hurt her.

It's just a shame that I can't see into the future, and kick my own ass for the pain I'm about to put her through.

8

Breaker - Three Months Later

I listen as Snake goes over the next club run, which, thankfully, I don't have to attend. The thought of being away from my Goldie and Noah that long gives me hives. This time, though, Sniper and Tats, who barely comes to the club unless it's for club business, is going along with Snake. They'll be meeting with the Untamed MC, who’re going with them to Wincher, Louisiana, to meet up with the Rebel's. Then, all together, they will head to Washington, taking the “packages” to the Huntsmen MC. They’ll be gone for about two weeks. Axel's old lady is due to give birth next month, and he wants to do a double load of ammo, meaning more men, which he hasn't got spare, with kids popping out left, right, and center at his club. Snake volunteered and was happy to help our club’s allies, especially when they helped us when needed.

"The plan is to make it like a poker run, hopefully, fooling the law. We'll stop several times on the way, ensuring to raise money for the small hospitals around the state."

Smokey continues, "Basically, it is a poker run. We're just killing two birds with one stone. It also means we'll have a few months' rest before the next run."

Everyone nods in understanding as Snake looks over our expressions, making sure we're happy, which we are, before going on to the club’s legit businesses. He looks at his blood brother, Sniper, first, asking, "How's the garage doing?"

I zone out as Sniper talks about the business as my girl comes to mind.

The more I'm with her, the fucking harder I fall. She feels something for me but won't admit it. She's still a little closed off, not willing to open up to me, and when I mention her family, she completely shuts me down, and afterward, she'll zone off for a little while.

I know she's struggling without them around, yet she won't explain why. I could ask Jack, but I'd be going behind her back, and I don't need to give her any excuses to end us, especially when I know she struggles with trust. She looks uneasy most of the time, always questioning my actions if I do something nice for her, and don't get me started when I look at a woman for too long. She'll furrow her brows, and normally, I'll only look because they’re speaking to me. I talked to Ken about it that first night I slept with Quinn, and she helped open my eyes a little.

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