Page 31 of Behemoth

Taking full advantage, I immediately increase my speed now, making sure my pelvic bone hits her clit each time I enter her core. I can feel her excitement building as her nails rake down my back. My mouth finds her neck as I kiss her, making my way to that special spot behind her ear and bite down. She immediately reacts as her hands move down and grab my ass hard. I know she is getting close by her body's reactions and I have the familiar feeling running down my spine. I feel my balls start to draw up.

"Grace, hand to clit now. Get yourself there, darlin'."

The words aren't even out of my mouth when I feel her one hand release my ass cheek. She immediately pushes between our bodies, her fingers going to her swollen clit excitedly. I feel instantly when she has found it as her body tightens up again, which I feel deep on my next push in. I start to plunder her, moving and shifting in and out faster and faster.

Our breaths mingle together as we work to find our mutual release. The need to come is so overwhelming. I reach a hand down and push her hand out of the way. I start to tap on her clit as I grind down each time I bottom out. Grace is matching my thrusts and then fuckin' finally my girl finds it.

Watching her climax increases my excitement as I start to lose my rhythm. My hips are pistoning as that feeling moves from my lower back, spiraling into my cock. I feel myself swell more and after one, two, three frantic pushes, chasing my own orgasm on the fourth I stay planted deep as I feel my release fill her. I hope and pray this feeling never ends. Grace wraps me up and holds me tight to her as my body begins to slow down. Holy fuck, each time seems to be better than the last one.

As we continue to hold each other as close as two human beings possible can, I realize anything can come my way as long as I have my saving Grace. Everything that has happened is worth it to have her by my side and in my bed. Nothing will ever be able to bring me down with Grace and Damien part of my life. Not my constant battle with the two inner halves that make me whole. Good and bad. Firefighter and member of a motorcycle club. Not Beast's bullshit or Bullet's struggles. Life is all about second chances and once you realize that, you are the master of your destiny. Feeling Grace pull me closer to her I grab on to my lifeline.

"Honey, are you okay? Seems like I lost you for a minute."

She glances my way with concern and love all over her face. Damn, this woman reads me so well. Reaching down, I shift, moving us so Grace is on top, me beneath her still connected. We gaze into each other’s eyes for some time until slowly I lose our connection. I gaze into her eyes, hoping mine reflect all of my feelings and emotions.

"Darlin’, I love ya. Nothin' else matters right at this moment but that. You’re my life and nothin’ and I mean nothin’ will ever come between us. I won't let it."

We stay this way, enjoying our emotional connection until I feel the wetness dripping out of my woman and on to me. I gingerly place her on our mattress and move out of bed. Reaching down, I pull the covers over her and go to our bathroom. First I clean up and then grab a washcloth and wet it with warm water. I reenter our bedroom to see Grace hasn't moved an inch. I remove the covers and take care of the task of cleaning our lovemaking away. I love taking care of her after we make love. The dominant side of me feels the need to do aftercare and nurture my woman each and every time. After I walk back and toss the washcloth into the bathroom sink. Grace holds the covers up and I enter our bed. I pull her back to my front and spoon her close. Breathing in her hair I smell fresh, light flowers and some kind of musk. Her unique scent, her essence.

"Grace get some sleep, darlin'. Tomorrow is another day. Love ya."

"Francis, love you too. Night, honey."

Without another word I give her a squeeze. In less than five minutes I feel her body relax farther into mine as she falls into a much-needed rest. Not even a couple of minutes after I join her in my own sleep.

And we stay spooned all night together.

Want more Stitch and Grace? Check out Bottom of the Chains-Prospect (Book 2). This is Tim “Bullet” Jambanski story of his struggles to find his path in life.

Check out a Sneak Peek at Chapter 1 below.

CHAPTER ONE - SNEAK PEEK

Bottom of the Chains

Bullet

The following day I'm so deep in thought, I don't hear the first knock at my bedroom door before a more insistent one finally registers.

"Bullet, honey, you have some visitors, if you're up for it. Is it okay to let them come back to your room or would you rather see them in the family room?"

Hearing Momma Molly's voice, I instantly jump off my bed, moving to the door, flinging it open.

"Who's here to see me, Momma? I'm not expectin' anyone. Ya, guess the family room is okay, if you're all right with that? My room is a disaster."

She smiles at me as she leans in looking at my room, shaking her head.

"Sure, sweetie, that's fine. It's some of your brothers. From the club. They want to have a word with you.”

Totally don't want my club brothers to see how I've been living—fuck no, existing since the beatdown—not to mention my just being a slob. My room is chaos. Probably stinks to high Heaven too. And I don't give a damn, though gotta do some laundry soon. Runnin' out of clean clothes.

Heading down the long hallway to the family room, I wonder what the hell is up now. Since all the shit that went down, the club has been keeping a close eye on me. I kinda get it and deep down appreciate all of them worrying, but I'm not a fuckin' kid anymore. Need to learn to take care of myself. It's bad enough I live with Momma and Bubba. I don't want to be a bigger burden to the only folks who give a shit about me.

Turning right, walking into the family room, I immediately come to a stop. Chains, Stitch, and Fury are sitting on the sectional and loveseat. Apparently I've fucked somethin' else up and they're here to try and fix it. When Stitch notices me he smiles instantly, rising up and offering his hand in my direction. The other two brothers see his reaction then turn their heads, just as I get close to the sectional. They just shoot me a couple of smirks as I reach out, shaking Stitch's hand I feel the calm he's always able to provide me. He sits back down so I grab a seat on one of the recliners. As I wait on what the hell is goin' on, no one says a fuckin' word so we all kinda stare at each other. Talk about being goddamn uncomfortable. Startin' to feel strange, I look at each of them, and finally Fury clears his throat.

"All right, kid, I've got an idea I want to run by you. This has been on my mind for some time, but had to finish some shit before puttin' it out there. Hoping you can help a brother out."

Staring at my VP, I wait for him to continue. I watch as he glances at Chains then turns his head to Stitch. They share a quick look then Fury moves his dark eyes back to me.

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