Page 103 of Toxic

I was happy enough to be able to provide my family with fresh, healthy meat. And now my family had just gotten a whole lot bigger. I owed these guys and I planned to gift them with steaks until the end of our lives.

“I’ve got the dishes,” Warrant told us.

“You sticking around?” Toxic asked. “You’re welcome to stay as long as you want.”

“I should get back home. Check in with Cypher.”

Warrant had mentioned earlier that he was the Sergeant at Arms for his MC. I’d have to ask Toxic what that meant, but it sounded important.

“I’ll take off in the morning,” Warrant added.

“Alright,” Toxic said, wrapping an arm around my shoulder and leading me outside.

It was late. I’d waited until Toxic’s text, letting me know he was heading back, to start dinner. Normally, dinner was on the table at five p.m. The sun had set a couple hours ago and it was dark outside. We strolled toward the barn, but I didn’t ask what we were doing.

Every nerve in my body was attuned to him and I knew exactly what we were about to do, though I didn’t know where. With Daryl sleeping in Gramps’s room and Warrant crashing in the bunkhouse, we hadn’t had sex in days.

“Where are we going?” I asked.

“Been thinking about fucking you while you were draped over that fence of yours since we first met.”

My jaw dropped at his words. “Oh my God, Toxic!”

“What?” he asked, looking amused.

“You can’t say stuff like that,” I hissed at him even though there was nothing but us and animals out here.

“Why not?” he asked, backing me up until I hit the fence in question.

He kissed me before I had the chance to answer.

I groaned as his tongue swept into my mouth, trying to get closer to his powerful body. His hand grabbed my hip, sliding up under my t-shirt as he kissed me deeper.

When he finally pulled back I was a little dizzy from the pleasure that was racing through me. “Come with me,” he growled, and grabbed me by the arm before dragging me behind the barn.

I laughed, content to follow after him, even though he was dragging me more than anything. As soon as he stopped, I was shoving at his cut.

He shrugged it off then laid it over the fence while I ripped his t-shirt upward. He grabbed it and tugged it off. “Someone's impatient.”

“You left me,” I said. “I have to make sure you always have an incentive to come back home.” Dropping to my knees, I unzipped his jeans, reached into his boxers and wrapped my hand around his dick.

He groaned, his head tipping forward so he could watch what I was doing. “You’re all the incentive I need. But I’m not going to stop you,” he added when I met his gaze.

“Good.” I swiped my tongue across the head, tasting the pre-cum that had leaked there. He made a growling sound, and when I looked up his jaw was tight and his hands were fisted. “I’ve missed you so much, Toxic,” I breathed against the head of his dick. It didn’t matter that he’d only been gone about twenty-four hours, it was the truth. I’d gotten used to him being here all the time. “I was worried about you.” I licked up his shaft as I worked my hand.

“Billie.” His voice was low. Husky. “I promise, I’ll always come back to you.”

“I know.” But it warmed my chest to hear him say it. I took him into my mouth as deeply as I could.

I loved the sounds he made. All rumbles and growls and grunts of pleasure. There was something incredibly sexy about knowing you were pleasing your man. About being able to do things with him that you couldn’t do with anyone else. About sharing that special intimacy.

His hand sank into my hair and he began thrusting in and out of my mouth, groaning as he watched his dick sliding through my lips. “Fuck,” he said, his chest heaving as though he’d run a mile. “You feel too fucking good, Sweet Girl.”

I made a noise of acknowledgment, then yelped when he yanked me away from him and shoved me toward the fence. He bent me over it and I heard the jingling of his belt. He must be shoving his pants down a bit more. Then his fingers were on the zipper of my own jeans. He made an inpatient sound then pulled them down, taking my panties with them.

Groaning when I felt him shifting behind me, I said, “I’m ready. You don’t need to-” I broke off with a gasp as he began eating me out from behind. I didn’t even want to think about the fact that his face was basically shoved into my ass at this angle.

Besides, he seemed to have a preoccupation with it anyway. He was always squeezing and smacking it. Not to mention the biting. I had a dark bruise on my left cheek from where he’d bitten it hard a few days ago.

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