Page 60 of Claim Me

“You’re so beautiful.”

“Prove it,” I whisper and tug him under the water.

Indigo tenderly kisses me. My hands on his body distract us both from the earlier tension. By the time we leave the shower, I’ve gotten him off with my hand.

Our damp bodies drop onto the mattress. Indigo’s kisses are hotter than the sun as he sucks at my jaw and throat before movingsouth. Once he hits my inner thighs, I’m forced to cover my face with a pillow to keep my horny moans from waking the girls.

Indigo’s tongue dances around my clit like a man who’s made women crazy for years. His fingers fill me up, sliding in and out of my overheated pussy. I hold the pillow against my mouth as the pleasure builds.

Indigo takes me right to the edge of an orgasm before I hear him say my name. He isn’t calling to me. I think he’s just reminding himself whose heart he owns. Returning his lips to my pussy, he shoves me right over the edge. The orgasm hits me hard. I moan loudly into the pillow, feeling out of control.

I can’t catch my breath until Indigo crawls over me, removes the pillow, and kisses my lips. He swallows my frenzied cries until I feel boneless under him.

“Thank you for letting my dogs stay,” Indigo says against my lips. “I feel selfish for keeping them here.”

“You have a big heart,” I whisper as my fingers stroke his jaw and my pussy seeks out the erection poking at my thigh. “But you don’t treat it right. I’m not letting you beat up the poor thing anymore.” I slide my hand between us and stroke his cock before adding, “Especially when it comes to your spoiled dogs.”

Indigo opens his mouth to claim they’re not spoiled, but he catches on quickly to how I’m only teasing him. Exhaling softly, he kisses me and gives my pussy what it seeks.

By the time we hear the dogs whining on the baby monitor, we’ve made love and slept for two hours. Indigo dresses in only his boxers and hurries to take the dogs outside before they make enough noise to wake the girls.

When he doesn’t quickly return, I go looking for him. The dogs aren’t doing anything except sitting at his feet outside, so I insist we return to bed. Grumpy and Sleepy pull the whiny bullshit two more times before dawn. They go outside, piss for a second, and then sit next to Indigo.

I quickly accept how Indigo can’t be the bad guy with the dogs. If they whine or seem antsy, he will stand outside with them all night. So, I take charge each time, knowing it’ll save time. If I can train children, I can handle these lazy ass dogs.

INDIGO

Despite me being AWOL from club activities for over a month, Zoot never demands I get my ass back to work. Instead, he sends Bear and Tack to grab me to do an errand one day. After we finish up, Tack mentions how they’ll be back the next morning.Just like that, I’ve returned to my club routine.

“I’ll be on paternity leave soon,” Bear says as we finish up at a location. “Everything needs to be organized by then. Pork Chop is still only working a few days a week. That’s why we need you to get yourself sorted.”

Outside a club-financed business, we stand on the street near our motorcycles. I spot two pigs parked across the road watching us in a not-so-subtle way. I peel my gaze away from them and consider Bear’s words.

“What isn’t sorted? I’ve moved my stuff into Siobhan’s house. The dogs are settled there,” I say and notice Tack roll his eyes. “Well, they’re learning to live there.”

“This isn’t about the dogs,” Bear says, interrupting Tack and me silently arguing. “This is about Sync. He’s in our crew. We need you two to hash out the situation.”

“What’s there to say?”

Bear climbs on his motorcycle and shrugs. “Let’s go find out.”

We ride from the center of Banta City to the neighborhood we call home. Sync is out in front of his house, working on the Ford he’s been rebuilding. Golden is stretched out on a lounge chair nearby, hiding under his blond hair and nursing a beer. Night Ranger plays loudly on Sync’s phone.

Golden sits up when we park at the end of the driveway. Sync leans his head around the hood to see us. I can tell he’s resigned to how this needs to happen. As Sync wipes his hands on a rag, Golden stands up and erases the space between us.

“Where the fuck have you been?” he demands of me.

“I’m living with Siobhan.”

“You were in the hills before that.”

“If you knew where I was, why are you acting like I’ve been missing?”

Golden frowns as his blue eyes size me up. “Is Siobhan why you ran off? Should I have a talk with her?”

Bear shoves the younger man as he strolls by and heads for the cooler next to the Ford. “Do you have anything besides beer to drink?”

“I’ve got Cosmic Peach Monster drinks inside,” Sync replies as his gaze focuses on me. “It’s that or water. I’m not letting you drink the girls’ juice pouches.”

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