Page 4 of Pit's Salvation

“Don’t think you’re going to smile at me and make me forget about tasting my pussy. For once, I’m taking my time.”

Okay, he knew her too well. So sue her because she loved to have him inside her fast, hard, and letting her know how much he wanted her. He slid her ankles over his shoulders and dropped to the ground between her legs. His warm breath and the touch of his lips had her pushing closer. He made her lose her mind each time he touched her. She couldn’t stay quiet. Each touch and swipe of his tongue had everything coalescing between her legs, building until she was screamingGavin, please. He smiled against her, then kissed his way up her body, pausing near her belly button to suck the skin.

From the first, he’d been obsessed with marking her skin. She was positive it was his way of reminding her she was his when she went away. She didn’t need the reminders, but she loved them. His lips and tongue devoured the peaks of her breasts until her nipples were hard pebbles.

“Love your lush body and these curves. I could sleep on your tits if you let me.”

At least he’d called them tits. She’d stopped in the middle of a blowjob for him when he’d called them knockers. Knockers weren’t sexy. Tits she could live with. Pit had grown up in a rough MC and lost his dad right as he graduated high school. Between that and his time in the Army, he’d had to harden his exterior, but she knew the softy underneath. The man who fixed stuff for his mama at her house and still kissed her on the cheek every time he saw her.

“Well, I might let you if I was still able to breathe. Now, Gavin, friggin’ fuck me. I want you inside me.”

He kissed her lips and rolled them over until she was on top. “Maybe we should pause a minute and talk about us going forward.”

She stared at him. He was freaking serious. She grabbed his hand. “Gavin, do you feel how wet I am? I ache for you, and you want to discuss tomorrow?”

His fingers slid around her clit and a couple of them plunged inside her, rubbing the spot that almost had her eyes crossing.

“No, I want to discuss you officially being my Ol’ Lady and wife. Then I want to slide inside you, knowing you’re mine permanently.”

She tried to concentrate but his fingers inside her were making it hard.

“Can we talk about this later? After?” she moaned.

His fingers stopped. He didn’t pull them out, just left them inside her, not moving. His stern face let her know she wasn’t getting him inside her until she answered.

“Tomorrow, I’ll set up a time to meet my dad and brothers off property to show them I’m okay. You set up a family barbecue for tomorrow evening. I’ll arrive. You can ask me to marry you and wear your cut. I’ll accept and we’ll get married on Sunday here.”

Pit stared at her. She’d just given him everything he wanted, but she wanted it too.

“How are we going to get a marriage license by then?”

“Oh, get that look off your face. I know you have connections. I’ll send out a text to the rest of Bluff Creek tomorrow, but especially Brew, so he has time to get here,” Ariel said.

Pit slid his fingers out of her and notched his cock at her entrance.

“I accept,” he said and thrust up into her.

Finally. Gavin could be so stubborn, but he always took care of her. She moved and watched his face as her breasts bounced as she rode him. He groaned her name and reached up to play with her nipples. He was close and knew exactly how to make sure the woman he loved came with him. The heat pooled, and she screamedI love youas she shook on top of him. Gavin followed immediately after. She leaned down against him. He held her, then turned his mouth to her ear.

“Sugar, we didn’t use a condom this time. I’m sorry I didn’t think about it.”

She turned her head, brushing a kiss against his lips. “I figured you would want a family right away, so you definitely should marry me on Sunday!”

Chapter Three

Arielhadsnuckoutof Pit’s house before dawn. He’d gotten up with her, kissed her goodbye, and watched her until she disappeared into the compound. As she’d left, he’d growled that she needed to show him the vulnerability in their system so he could fix it.

She wondered how he’d feel when he realized it was a backdoor to their security system that they’d bought from her company. When Ariel had started working for the bail bonds, she and Remi had spent a large amount of time together. When Ariel had mentioned some of the weaknesses in the security at the bail bonds compound, Remi had challenged her to write or make a better one. Ariel had accepted the challenge. When she’d come back with the ideas and prototypes later, Remi had fronted her the money to incorporate and have her own company. Ariel had paid Remi back over the last ten years until Ariel now owned all of her company.

Even if Ariel never worked again, she could survive on her salary from her company. Ariel texted her mom, dad, and brothers to meet her at seven a.m. at IHOP at Legends Outlets Mall. When Ariel had started seeing Pit three months ago, she’d moved her base of operations to the Homewood Suites by the Kansas City Speedway. There was a small kitchen in the room and plenty of places to eat out. Most of the time, she moved around because she enjoyed it. Between the safe houses the non-profit connected to the bail bonds had and vacation rentals, she chose whatever would work for her job. She had a company SUV and then also had bought a new-to-her Harley Davidson sport bike to get around town. Her Iron 883 was perfect for her size.

She parked her bike and then headed into the hotel. She was on the fourth floor because she would rather be higher up and not have young kids jumping on her ceiling. She opened her door and tossed her keys on the table, kicking the extra plate out to keep the maids out of her room. Her place was on a special cleaning schedule but a couple times she’d been surprised when someone new started.

She dropped her clothing and flicked on the shower. Catching sight of Gavin’s love bite on her brought a smile to her face. Her thighs were a little sore from when she’d woken him with a blowjob during the night. He’d given her a couple minutes of control, then flipped her onto her back, slid her legs up until her feet were by his face, and proceeded to pound her until she screamed his name again. Her thighs weren’t quite used to being that close to her own face, but when he’d leaned down to kiss her, she’d just lived with the burn of unused muscles.

She shampooed her hair and washed her body, thinking through how best to deal with her dad and brothers. She wanted to set it up so they didn’t hold anything against Gavin. She finished showering and wrapped her hair in a towel, then dried off. She’d get ready and then make sure she was at the restaurant first. Establishing territory was the first step to controlling the narrative.

Ariel read a couple more pages of her book, and then her timer went off. She glanced at her watch: six-fifty-five a.m. She looked to the parking lot and saw her family minus Brew, who was still in Texas, walking in.

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