Page 84 of A Brother At My Back

“I don’t know what to do,” she said.

“Me either,” I confessed. “Stuck between a rock and a hard place on this one.”

“How so?”

“Loyalty to the club and my love for you.”

She leaned back sharply and stared me in the face, eyes wide and almost disbelieving before she said, “You really mean that.”

“I do.”

“Pretty sure that’s rushing things,” she said and I laughed but she cut it off by grabbing both sides of my face with her chilly fingers and smashing her mouth over mine, going up on her toes to do it.

I pulled her body close to mine, winding my arms around her lower back, my hands on the ass of her jeans urging her up. She gave a little leap and wrapped her legs around me and I strode over to the bed, laying her on it.

We kissed and shoved cold hands under clothes, jerking and laughing into one another’s mouths as we tortured each other with icy touches until our hands warmed up. Clothing came off bit by bit and the look in her eyes when I peeled off her socks and braced her cold feet against my bare chest to warm her frozen toes was one of soft wonder. I covered them with my hands and rubbed the life back into them, and she just watched me, her eyes misting slightly.

“No one has ever taken care of me like you do,” she said, her voice carefully steady.

“About time someone did, innit?” I asked, and she nodded slowly.

“I guess, I mean, I don’t really know.”

“I do, and it’s way past time,” I said and let her feet go, climbing up her body and laying over her, pressing my mouth to hers again.

We were down to our underthings and it was still far too many clothes. I needed her nude and writhing under me like a starved man needed food. I let my hands glide over her soft skin, learning her body by touch as well as sight, breathing deep her light scent like freshly fallen rain on new spring leaves. She was all things sunshine and warmth on these cold dreary days and I couldn’t help but warm my soul by her.

“Nik,” she said softly, voice a solemn plea as I kissed across her stomach. I glanced up at her and she was practically begging with her eyes for all that I could give her and I was more than happy to. I would give her the world if she asked it.

I skimmed her knickers down her long legs and kept her gaze locked on mine as I licked her from opening to clit. I plunged my middle finger carefully into her, her body wet and ready for it, hips arching; lightly rising and falling in an unconscious effort to fuck my hand.

I loved her reactions. I loved that she could let go with me and turn herself over to just feeling in the moment. I knelt by my bed, her legs practically wrapped around my head and did everything in my power to make the world shatter around her.

She moaned and rocked against my tongue, gripping the duvet in her fists, her pussy clamping around my fingers and I knew when she tightened up like that that she was close. I took a deep breath just before she snapped back like she’d been electrocuted. Her body went stiff, her pussy rippled and a stiff, choked-off cry escaped her lush mouth. She forgot to breathe when she came, and I thought it was fantastic. She always crashed back to earth and sucked in air like a drowning woman and I loved that I could make her drown in sensation so completely that she sometimes forgot the basics, like drawing air.

She went limp, her legs releasing me and twitching faintly with her little aftershocks as she gasped for air, chest heaving. I climbed her body, fisting and stroking my cock. We’d already fucked up and done it without a Frenchie once, but I couldn’t really care about it, it’d been so amazing and worth it. Still, we agreed we needed to be more careful, so I swept one of the gold foil packets off the top of the mini-fridge by the bed. She watched me, eyes dark with lust and if darkness could glow, her eyes did it with a light of a completely different emotion.

My heart knew it without her ever having to say the words. She loved me, too.

I rolled the slick latex down my length and got between her legs. She reached for me and I introduced myself into her body slowly, so slowly it’d like to drive me insane and I didn’t break eye contact as I did it. I wanted her to see, hear, feel, taste and hear just how much I loved her. I wanted it to sink in, for her to understand that she was so much more than the scared, abused woman that I’d met weeks back.

She was stronger than she knew, braver than she knew, smarter than she knew, and she needed to own that. She needed to hold onto it and never let it go again.

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