Page 109 of Blue

“Oh god.”

He rolled me to my back, braced on outstretched arms, and crammed me full of cock.

“Good morning, beautiful.” With a slow gyration, he fucked me again.

“Good morning,” I whispered, bringing my thighs high on his flanks.

Early morning sunlight cut a pattern across his face. With the blankets draped over us at his waist, I tracedthe ladder of his ribs with my fingertips, skated over the smooth plain of his pectoral, then curved my fingers over the hills of his shoulders.

He leveraged higher and fucked me harder. I clung to him with both my hands and thighs. His taut abdominals clenched as he nailed me to the bed. Gone was the tender lover. This man fucked me with the single purpose of wrecking my pussy.

Angling my pelvis and grabbing my thighs, I spread myself open for him. He stared at where we were joined. His cock, slippery with my cream, slid in and out of my cunt.

“Fuck.” With the flick of his head, he flipped his bangs from his face. He pumped into me harder. Faster. Fucking me with a relentless rhythm. “Ah, fuck.” He pounded into my pussy in long, strong strokes, railing into me again and again. The wet sound of our flesh slapping together mingled with my harsh gasps and his guttural groans.

My neck stretched back, my jaw tightened, and my orgasm slammed into me. With each hard contraction of my pussy, an answering pulse rippled through my chest, breaking me open, the heat of his touch searing into my soul.

“Fuck.” Blue tensed. Muscles flexed, and he came.

I felt every pulse, every hot jet of cum between us. The scent and sounds darkened, becoming an intimate shroud where he was all I could see, all I could feel. For a moment, the world stopped turning. There was only us.

With a shuddering exhale, he covered me, his thighs between mine, his weight an anchor, holding me close to him.

I sank my fingers into the soft tendrils of hair at the nape of his neck. Neither one of us was fixed, but we were so fucking good together.

***

After Blue and I snuck across the hall, we showered together, dressed, and now, we made our way to the chapel. We’d definitely changed. He smiled, teased, and kissed. Oh my god, my lips were tender, but I’d spend forever kissing him.

I’d braided my hair, pulled on jeans, and a hoodie since we would be on the bike. Besides my NA meeting, my only other plan for today was to talk to Blade.

Dust motes floated in the sun coming through the stained glass windows of the chapel. Coffee brewed in the automatic drip coffeepot behind the bar. And Cruz sat at a table with Rogue and Bullet.

Blue paused beside me.

“Late sleepers,” Rogue said, kicking out a chair with his foot, then taking a long drag off his cigarette.

Cruz leaned his elbows on the table, and his knee bounced at a thousand RPMs.

A coil of nerves snaked through my belly. Bullet sipped his coffee, but his gaze never wavered from Blue. Cruz had yet to look at me or Blue.

“Do you have a way to get home?” Rogue asked me.

“I’ll take her,” Blue said.

Rogue tapped ash from his cigarette. “Nah. We have a few things to discuss.”

Bullet slapped Cruz on his back. “Your brother here knows the Heller code. He isn’t saying shit, but the thing is, Rogue and I feel like we’re being left out again.” Bullet curled his meaty palm around his coffee mug.

Blue stiffened beside me. “I need to get Kiss to her NA meeting.” He held my hand and took two steps back toward his room.

“Blue.” The low menacing tone of Rogue’s voice made me stop. “I’ll haul your ass to the basement and beat the truth out of you.”

Bullet laughed, and Rogue stubbed out his cigarette.

I lifted my gaze to Blue. “If trusting Rogue means I won’t lose you…”

I didn’t know how much to say. I remembered Rogue telling Jazzy he wouldn’t lose Blue to a junkie. He hadn’t been faking how much he cared about Blue. And then, even though he hadn’t actually admitted it, he’d fought for me to stay in the club.

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