Page 67 of Zen's Crash

Once we’re in bed and cuddled up together, I turn to her and say something that’s been on my mind. “I’ve been thinking, now that we’ve agreed to stick together, I want you in my property cut, so none of the other brothers think you’re available. You up for that?”

She turns her face up to look at me and says with a grin, “I think everyone in this club knows I’m yours. Plus, I’m not sure any of your club brothers would be into a geeky computer nerd.”

I can’t help but smile at her self-deprecating humor. “Hot geeky computer nerds are my favorite type, especially when they’re in a Lexi-shaped package.”

A soft smile takes over her face. “You always say the sweetest things. Weird, but sweet.”

Then she kisses me, and I feel like the luckiest man alive.

Chapter 26

Lexi

Iwake up the next morning with Zen’s face between my legs. He’s feasting on me like I’m something wonderful. I quickly get lost in the pleasure he gives. After the second orgasm, I shove him off and make a big production of returning the favor.

Since he can’t brace himself with his injured arm, I climb on top and let him lie back and enjoy the view. His eyes get big, and then he cups one of my breasts in his good hand and gives it a little squeeze before leaning up to play with my nipple.

I place both hands on his chest and lift myself over his ginormous cock. Now that we’ve been having regular sex, he’s a little easier to take. He moves his good hand down to place the head of his cock at my entrance. I rock my hips as I sink down on his cock.

“I love the way you feel inside me,” I tell him.

“Yeah, me too,” he responds, a little breathless. “Love the way your pussy squeezes my cock.”

When he bottoms out inside me, I groan, “I can feel you everywhere.”

“Move those hips. I need to feel you sliding against me.”

I begin slowly sliding up and down his cock. Something about being on top and in control goes straight to my head. It makes me move faster and faster until I explode around him.I know Zen hasn’t come yet, so I won’t stop for anything. I keep moving, my pussy fluttering around his cock, teasing him, pushing him ever closer to the edge. When he finally explodes, the look of lust on his face is sexy, exciting, and exhilarating. I collapse onto his chest, careful to stay away from his injury.

As I lie with my cheek on his chest, I feel his heart beating wildly. I breathlessly tell him, “I’ll wear your cut. I’ll be the property of Zen, as long as you agree to be the property of Lexi.”

I smile to myself because that’s going to be for a very long time. As the soft sheen of sweat dries on our bodies, his arm comes up to hug me close. “Always, Lexi. I’ll belong to you and only you for as long as you’ll have me. Being my old lady means a lot more than you probably think it does.”

“Isn’t it kind of like being pre-engaged?” I ask.

He draws me closer and explains, “Being my old lady means you’re more than just a friend of our club, like your friend Cindy. It means you’re protected by the brotherhood. Anytime, anyplace you need help, the closest brother will come in with guns blazing, if need be, to save you.”

“Like Wade did when Harris tried to abduct me, right?”

“Yeah, exactly like that. Wade stepped up even though you weren’t an old lady yet. He went above and beyond for two reasons. The first was because he knew how much I love you. The second was because Wade—like most of the Legion’s brotherhood—can’t stand to see a woman being mistreated.”

“That actually sounds good—now that I don’t have to look over my shoulder all the time.”

“The only drawback is I’ll be held responsible when you mess up.”

“You don’t have to worry about that, babe. I plan to put my best foot forward.”

His expression turns sappy, and he drops a kiss onto my forehead. “I knew that you would. If you ever have any problems with anyone, even the club girls, come to me. I’ll deal with it because I’m not gonna let anyone push you around.”

I lie there thinking over his words. For the first time in forever I finally feel safe and secure.

Zen murmurs, “I got a text from Siege in the middle of the night. He says the dynamic duo are getting picked up by the cops at eight. It’s seven-thirty now. If you want to see them in cuffs, we should probably get dressed and head downstairs.”

I wasn’t sure I wanted to lay eyes on them ever again, but I ask, “Do we have time for a quick shower first?”

He nods. “Absolutely, as long as we don’t get distracted. Which, if you’re naked and wet, is pretty guaranteed.”

I laugh at that because he’s not lying, though it goes both ways. Thoughts of a naked and wet Zen has my mind going places it usually wouldn’t consider at this early hour. We get ourselves together and make it out of the shower and dressed in record time.

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