Page 92 of Patching Over

Pulling back slightly, I glance up her heaving body, grinning when I see that she’s now cupping one breast in her hand, her thumb stroking across the nipple which is fully peaked at this point. “About to feel better,” I promise before diving back in and increasing my tempo. When I feel the telltale fluttering of her pussy, I command, “Let go, Rory,” then watch as she shatters around my tongue and fingers.

Once she’s ridden out her release, I slowly crawl up her body, losing my sleep pants in the process, until my weeping cock is seated at her entrance. Wanting to prolong the moment, I lean down and suckle first one nipple then the other until she’srestlessly twisting again. As I take my cock in hand and notch it at her entrance, I lean in and kiss her while slowly entering her warm, willing body.

“Oh fuck,” she whispers, her hands gripping my shoulders. “I think I’m ready to come again.”

There’s wonder in her eyes and I briefly contemplate the fact that her ex was obviously worthless in bed if he called her a cold fish. Because right now, she’s like a fucking inferno, and her movements are making me have to focus so I don’t blow my load just yet.

“No limit on orgasms for you, sweetheart,” I tease, finally bottoming out inside her lush body. “For me, yeah, until I recover. But you’re allowed unlimited releases.”

With that statement, I set up a steady pistoning of my hips, watching closely to see what it is she enjoys versus what she goes apeshit over so I can adjust accordingly. The only sound in the room is the slap-slap of our sweaty bodies as we chase our orgasms. When I notice her breath hitches every time I swivel my hips on my downstroke, I continue doing it, realizing rather quickly that my own release is hovering nearby as my balls have already drawn up.

I feel her pussy tightening around my cock, along with the tingles across the base of my spine and realize we’re going to come together. Something that’s never happened to me in my life. But when she leans up and her tongue circles my pierced nipple, I feel myself boil over as I yell out her name.

Suddenly boneless, I roll so she’s sprawled across my chest, still connected. Her wide eyes stare down at me and I can’t help my smirk as my hands roam her back until they come to rest on her ass.

“We didn’t use anything,” she whispers.

“I’m clean, sweetheart,” I promise.

“So am I, but that’s not the problem. I always used rubbers with him, plus I got the shot every three months,” she retorts. At my look, she gets a disgruntled expression on her face as though I should be able to figure shit out.

Except, I’m no mind reader.

“Spit it out, Rory, you’re ruining my post-orgasm high,” I tease, still trying to catch my damn breath.

“I was due for the shot the week I had to leave my home,” she murmurs, her gaze dropping from mine.

Awareness surges through me and I nod in understanding. “Should something come up, it doesn’t matter, sweetheart. Told you that you were gonna be mine.”

“Caveman,” she mutters, a ghost of a grin now on her face. “Who says I want kids?”

One of the things Brick and I talked about as kids was finding ourselves ol’ ladies so we could raise children who would grow up to be best friends. The thought never occurred to me that the woman I’m basically strong-arming to be mine might not want kids. Taking in a breath, I cup her face with one hand and ask, “Do you?”

Her smile is radiant as she replies, “Yeah. I want them.”

“Then that’s settled. No condoms, and when we get home to Roanoke, we’ll get the information for Ryleigh’s doctor so you can get checked out. If you aren’t pregnant, get the shot, but if you are by then, we’ll deal with it, okay?”

“Okay.”

We dozed for a little bit before my own internal clock woke us up. A round of shower sex later, which has her blushing as we getdressed, and we’re ready to head downstairs to find something to eat.

“Brother, let me introduce her to the ol’ ladies,” Raptor says as we breach the doorway into the common room. “First, though, head into the kitchen and make yourselves at home. The women cooked up a virtual spread this morning.”

“They do that every morning,” Ares retorts from Raptor’s side, grinning.

“It’s funny how we’ve all got our own cabins, yet find ourselves together in the mornings for breakfast,” one of their other members states before picking his fork up and diving into a stack of pancakes.

“Well, we’re a brotherhood, so there’s that,” Raptor replies, smirking.

Once we have our plates filled and drinks in our hands, we head back into the common room where I see Raptor beckoning us to him. As we approach the table, I see three women sitting there, grinning at each other. “Banshee, Rory, this is Sloane, Sage, and Ember.”

After Rory is settled, I follow Raptor over to another table since it feels as though he’s got something on his mind. We eat in companionable silence for a few minutes before he asks, “Y’all sleep okay?”

Smirking, I nod since I’m still chewing my last bite. I may be a biker, but my mom drummed manners into me at an early age. No eating ‘like a heathen’ as she used to say when I was younger.

“Yeah, Brother,” I reply, drinking some of my coffee. “Did the parts for her RV come in? Me and the boys can get it taken care of pretty quickly.”

“Some are in, yeah. The ol’ ladies want to take Rory out to do their nails or some shit, got any objection to that?”

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