Page 65 of Property of Saint

“I’m so fuckin’ sorry I didn’t get there quicker to tell you.”

“They’re assholes,” I reassure him. “They couldn’t help acting like that.”

He still seems to want to reassure me. “We live life on the edge, here in the club. We’d all give our lives for each other. Even riding bikes is dangerous, any day we could be wiped out. So perhaps we don’t give enough weight to what life means for others.”

“You’re preaching to the choir,” I refute. “Don’t you think as a bodyguard, I woke every day knowing it could be my last?”

Sparing a glance for me, appreciation fills his eyes. Again, his fingers tighten around mine, and he growls, “Fuckin’ made me hard the way you took Freak down.”

I’m under no illusion that Freak had found the whole thing amusing and probably hadn’t tried too hard to get away. “With half of me still out of action, I think he probably let me get the better of him.” Then pride makes me add, “But you wait until I’m fully functioning, I’ve been trained to get men bigger than him on the ground and keep them there while I get them in handcuffs.”

His mouth curves wickedly. “I’ll buy you handcuffs. Just as long as you let me use them on you sometimes.”

Oh yes.The flicker in my eyes betrays how enticing I find that idea. But only with Saint. I wouldn’t trust anyone else.

His eyes narrow. “I suppose as well as being able to unman a brother, you’ve handled a gun.”

Blowing on the fingers of my free hand, I pretend to polish them off on my shirt. “Top of the class. I hit Skunk exactly where I was aiming.”

“Of fuckin’ course.” He laughs.

I need to make sure he understands. “You saved me Saint, gave me a new life. If I need to use those skills again, it will be to help you. And,” I pause, realising he really has converted me to the dark side, this band of people who live neither fully one side of the line or the other, “as much as your brothers can be assholes at times, to help them as well.”

Now he stares at me intently. “You’re my ol’ lady. You’re going to wear my property patch. You’ll stand beside me and support me and understand when I can’t tell you club business.”

“I can’t tell whether you’re asking or telling, but I’ll answer anyway. Yes, I am.”

Staying in the light, striving to be good, got me nowhere. This darkness that surrounds him and the club has embraced me. Life’s more than just living. It’s something to be experienced, and I want everything with him.

“I’m so fuckin’ glad I stopped that night.”

“So am I…” But my words die as he starts to remove my T-shirt from my body, unclasps my bra, hitches a breath looking at my breasts before he eases the jeans I’m wearing down. My panties follow, and I’m naked, lain out like a feast before him.

“I can’t fuckin’ wait.”

Stripping off his own clothes quickly, he pushes me back onto the bed, spending a moment to ravish my lips, before his mouth wanders down, his fingers and tongue torturing my nipples, erasing any other thought from my mind.

Apart from the way he got us both bare, there’s no urgency in his actions, no frantic lovemaking as though this might be thelast time. He’s taking his time with me, wringing every iota of enjoyment from each caress. I’m gasping, near begging, before he even nears my clit.

When his mouth eventually closes on that bunch of nerves, I damn near arch off the bed. But even this he’s drawing out, his tongue bringing me close, then letting the feeling ebb away. While knowing this torture will end in something amazing, I’m getting frustrated as hell.

“Saint.”

His name seems to broker no mercy, so I try again, “Jeremiah.”

“Fuck yes.” My use of his government name seems to incite him, he plunges his fingers into my slit, unerringly zeroing in on the exact right spot to drive me wild. My clit gets more of his attention, and my stomach muscles clench, my legs start to tremble, and while it’s been so good before, the way I explode now reaches new heights.

“This pussy is mine,” he growls, as he pumps his fingers in and out. “Fuckin’ mine.”

“Yours,” I breathe out as soon as I’m able to, my voice sounding weak and spent.

“Gonna fuck my ol’ lady now,” he announces, withdrawing his fingers, sucking them clean, then moving up my body, plants his lips on mine so I can taste myself on him. I might just have come, but he’s amping up my arousal all over again.

Without warning he plunges his cock inside me, and I gasp at the shock of the intrusion that feels so right.

Then he growls out a warning. “I can’t be gentle, I’m claiming you tonight.”

I’ve no objection as he pulls out almost completely, then sinks back deep into my body, then does it again and again. Animalistic grunts are coming out of his mouth, and it’s so damn sexy. I can’t stop the oncoming reaction, I come again, squeezinghis cock. But even that doesn’t stop him, he just keeps pounding in and out.

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