Page 59 of Brage & Dinah

Chapter 23

The noise downstairscovered the chair falling over in Brage's room in the clubhouse. Dinah stumbled, hanging on to Brage's neck, not letting furniture in their way stop her from kissing him.

Brage cupped her ass, picking her up. She wound her legs around his hips and sucked on his tongue. The whirlwind in her lower stomach circled tighter and faster.

He pressed her against the wall. His cock squeezed between his stomach and her sex, she squirmed, needing closer.

Digging her fingers into his hair, she deepened the kiss, breathing harder. Highly sensitive, she could feel every inch of his skin against her. Every little hair on his body caressed her until she dug her heels into his ass, needing him inside of her.

She pulled her mouth off him. "Now."

He turned, carrying her, and fell to the bed, cushioning his weight on his elbows. Able to touch him better, she squeezed his broad shoulders and arched her back, trying to rub her body against him. The arousal he created in her wild and untamed, she greedily wanted to give the same back.

His heavy breathing brushed her neck, and he slid his cock into her. She moaned loudly, swept up in having him hold her. Never had she felt the security and love like she had in his arms.

All her life she never had a clear view of the perfect man. And, now she knew she wanted one who had a funny way of reminding her he was listening every time he mumbled Mhm, was a leader of some of the world's toughest men, and yet sung in a different language to a baby as confidently as if he'd slayed the dragons and won the castle.

He'd opened up and freely given her all those sides of him and continued to stand by her when her life crumbled. Every day, he proved he wanted her more and more.

She hadn't set out to make him prove anything. She wasn't looking to fall in love. She wasn't looking forward to a future in Portland. But it was all happening, and it overwhelmed her because she had no idea what kind of woman she was giving him.

She had no last name. Not true age. No family. No truth to her life.

And yet, her brain couldn't stop her heart from feeling.

Brage rode her like a wonderous wave in the ocean, crashing against her and stealing her breath. She clung to him, caught in the passion going higher.

He pushed up on his hands, giving her long, steady strokes of his cock. She held on to his forearms, seeing his hardness glide in and out. Her body spiraled, and she gasped as her orgasm took hold of her and vibrated her whole body.

"Mhm." He plunged and ground against her, throwing his head back, his hair falling wildly around his shoulders.

Shuddering, she gazed up at him. He was beautiful, powerful, and her everything.

He lowered himself to his elbows. "Tell me what is going on behind those eyes."

She couldn't. Not yet.

It would be easy to give him the person he saw in front of him, but it wasn't enough. Not for him, and not for her.

"Babe?"

She inhaled deeply. "This all started out as a one-night stand and snowballed into me living with you. I don't want you to get tired of me."

"I like sex. I like you." He kissed the tip of her nose. "I like sex with you."

For a man who rarely vocalized his feelings, he was doing a bang-up job. She threw her arms around his neck. "You do realize that we've stayed in bed for over twelve hours. I don't think that has ever happened before."

He rolled off her, getting rid of the condom. "I'll be leaving tomorrow in the middle of the night and returning around three o'clock."

"You are?" She sat up in bed and pulled the discarded blanket around her. "But, it's a day off."

"No such thing in a motorcycle club." He stepped toward the door. "I'm going to jump in the shower. I'll hold the bathroom for you, and you can wash up whenever you want to get up."

"Give me five minutes, and I'll join you." She puckered her lips and sent him an air kiss.

He chuckled silently, shaking his head in amusement, and walked out the door. She flopped back on the bed. What was she going to do?

She had looked forward to spending two complete days with him, but maybe it was better that he was going to ride with his club. Maybe the time away from him would allow her to figure out what to do with her life.

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