I look at him. “I’m yours, Ty. Always yours.” Then I lean in and kiss him, smashing my lips over his.
He takes over the kiss. It’s slow, passionate, and makes my toes curl. It gets hot and heavy, but goes no further. He’s such a gentleman, and I’m lucky to have him as my man. My overprotective, dominant biker.
Chapter 7
Ghost
I wake to the best fucking feeling in the world. My woman pressed against me. Fuck. I’m a lucky bastard. I know that she could have walked away with the shit that happened with Mimi. I wouldn’t have blamed her, and there would have been nothing that I could have done to stop it.
Gi’s the most patient and forgiving person I’ve ever known. Hearing her tell me what that mother-fucking ex of hers did gutted me. I want to find him, break his neck and hurt him. But right now, my main focus is making sure that Gi is safe, and she’s able to heal from what that fucker did to her.
The past three days, I’ve kept Gi holed up in our room, Jem and Tara are with her whenever I’m not able to be. I don’t want her to be around any of the brother’s yet, not until she’s stronger, until her bruises heal. My woman will never feel fear while with me or in this compound, and any brother crowds her, I’ll take them down. No fucking way am I going to allow her to feel anything but peace. I know that Prez, Tank, and Cas will do the same, to them, she’s family. Their ol’ ladies and my woman are practically sisters.
Gi stirs in my arms, her eyes flutter open and she smiles at me. “Morning, Ty.”
Fuck, but I love the way she rasps my name.
“Mornin’ sugar.” I capture her lips and as always, she melts against me. I love the fact that she’s not afraid of me when I touch her. Each day she’s getting more comfortable, instigating more between us.
I want nothing more than to sink my cock in her pussy, but I’m fucking shit scared that she’ll go to a place that I may never get her back from.
I pull back from the kiss when she starts to moan, my cock rock hard and she’s grinding her pretty, hot, pussy against it.
I slap her ass, “Up, sugar, I need to feed you.”
Her eyes go soft, “Okay,” she whispers, pushing her breasts against my chest.
Fuck.
“Sugar,” my words strained.
She smiles brightly at me, “I want you, Ty, I know that you think I’m going to freak out, but I won’t. I trust you, you’ll never hurt me.” She winks at me as she climbs off the bed and into the bathroom, leaving me with a raging hard on and wondering why it’s too soon to fuck her.
“Church,” prez yells.
I glance over at him, a man that I respect above anyone else. His entire body ridgid, his face set in stone, and his eyes firing with rage. It sets me on edge, doing a quick glance around at my brother’s I see that they are all on edge too. Fuck.
“Sugar,” I say as I get to my feet, Gi’s sitting at the table with Jem and Tara, they’re all smiling and laughing. She’s finally letting loose. “Stay with the girls,” I say, my tone brokers no arguments. I’m not going to be around and I need her to do as I say.
She turns that fucking gorgeous smile to me, “I promise, Ty,” she says softly.
I move to her, sliding my hand around her nape and pulling her face toward mine. “Good girl,” I whisper and take her mouth. I’m like a starved man, always hungry for her taste.
“When you’re finished,” she says so that only I can hear her, “Can we play, daddy?” At her words my cock hardens. “I need you.”
I blink, fuck. Church had better be fucking quick. “I’ve got you, Sugar, you finish up here, you go straight to our room and do not let anyone in. When I’m done, I’ll come to you.”
Her eyes flash with need and I smile. Good, she’s ready for this. I kiss her once again. Hard and fast, taking everything from her in this one kiss. She gives me it, she knows just what I like and I know how to get her worked up.
“Fuck me,” Tara groans, “that’s hot. I need a cold shower watching those two.”
I pull away and see Gi’s eyes at half mast, her chest rising and falling, and she’s smiling at me. “I’ll be back soon, Sugar, remember what I said.”
She nods, “I do, I’ll see you soon, Ty.”
I wink at her as I take a step backward. “Later, Sugar.”
I arrive at Church and see that we’re still waiting on Prez.