Page 14 of Claimed By a Knight

Gracie wriggles her ass against my throbbing manhood, taking a few seconds to accustom to the fullness.

“I fucking love your cock.” She starts grinding from side to side, taking control and sending sharp jolts of pleasure through my body. “I fucking love that you’ll do anything for me.” Slow and steady, she rocks back and forth on the balls of her feet, sliding all the way up my cock. “I fucking love you.” Finally, she plunges back, slamming my full length back inside her, with erratic, elated sounds blasting through the quietness.

Hard as I try, there’s no holding back. With my hands still firmly gripped on Gracie’s side, I meet her thrust for thrust. She sputters and makes noises that drive me crazy, now and then trying to look at me over her shoulder. She never makes it all the way when another thrust sinks her head into the table.

And if I could go on forever, I would. Stuck in time with her right here, in bliss, happiness, and pleasure.

But where the mind is willing, my body is weak. My balls start to tighten after what feels like seconds. My toes start to curl, and my muscles start to stiffen.

No, not yet.

“Are you going to come for me, baby?” Gracie asks, like she can read my damn thoughts.

I don’t even have the strength to answer. Cresting over the edge of glory, as my body’s betrayal releases in an earth-shattering explosion, toppling me forward on top of her.

I find the strength to move, flopping to her side on the table, my rapid breathing, uncontrollable. She spins around too, frantically giggling, letting her hand find its way to my aching manhood.

“Y’know, they’ll probably axe you for bringing me back here, right?” I speak when some semblance of strength returns to me, staring at the long tube light on the ceiling.

“Fuck ‘em then,” she says, mimicking the action of smoking a cigarette. “I don’t need anything else as long as I’m at your side.”

“You’re damn right about that. Two drifters, together through life.” I slide an arm under her neck and pull her closer to me. “Now, let’s get out of here before the cops come.”

And like two naughty kids up to no good, we do leave. Out of here and into the rest of our lives together.

EPILOGUE

GRACIE

Six Months Later

“Now, I don’t know what you did to get this boy on a leash, but please, keep it tight,” Knight says, and the entire table of bikers erupts into raucous laughter.

In the distance, the sound of rumbling engines from the last few Riders pulling into the outdoor barbecue fills the air. Getting used to spending time with this rough-and-tumble sort came easier than I thought it would. Though I know what they do, the good and the bad, they’ve always made me feel welcome.

“Who says it isn’t the other way around?” I turn to my fiancé, giving him a wink. “Don’t you know I’m the wild cat between us?”

Another bout of joyous laughter follows.

“Well, Gracie, you’re a fantastic addition to this little family of ours. Don’t listen to Knight. He knows who wears the pants in this relationship,” Lora teases him and jabs a soft elbow into his belly.

“And let’s face it, neither I nor Talon would have it any other way.” Knight nods, but the tender smile on his face as he looks into his wife’s eyes is enough to melt my heart. “Now, while I have everyone here, let’s get down to business.”

“Which is our cue to drift off,” Talon whispers in my ear.

“Drift off, you say?” I raise a brow.

“Yes, to about six months from now when we’re sitting on our patio, staring up at the beautiful night sky, with our little boy in our arms.” He leans in close, resting his head on my shoulder. “Two pups at our feet, the warm spring breeze carrying the smell of summer on its wings, and you and me, so deeply in love we want the whole damn world to stop for a while.” He tilts his face to the side, pecking me softly on the cheek. “Well, maybe that last part is true right now. And every time I look at you.”

“Talon,” I say his name in a whisper. “Stop, you’re gonna make me blush.”

“Then do it. Let them all see those rosy red cheeks that made me fall in love with you. It’s not my fault if they get jealous.” With a smirk, Talon brings his hand over my belly and rests it against our son’s kicking. He keeps it there, while we stare off into the wide-open fields surrounding the outdoor barbecue.

Life’s better than good. It’s fucking amazing.

And we’ve only just started.

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