Page 24 of Wildcard's Wager

Wildcard smiles. “He’s going to have me wrapped around his finger, isn’t he?”

I chuckle. “At first, maybe. But you’ll catch on to being a parent. I’m sorry about going outside. It won’t happen again.”

“Actually, I was looking for you. Wanted to see if you were up for a ride.”

“I thought I wasn’t supposed to leave?”

“You’d be wearing a helmet. No one would see you.”

“Can you ride? With your arm?”

He rolls it and I see him trying to hide his discomfort.

“I’m fine.”

Running my hands up his chest, I look up at him and shake my head. “I’m not risking you. How about we go to your room and we’ll go on a different ride?”

“Oh, yeah?”

“We have a couple of hours before Colt comes back.”

He grabs my hand and pulls me down the hallway and into what I’m assuming is his room. He pulls me through with such force I land on the bed. Slamming the door shut and locking it, he turns to me and stalks forward. I scramble back on the bed as he removes his kutte and tosses it on the dresser. Saliva pools in my mouth when whips off his shirt. Even with the ugly bandage,he’s a magnificent specimen. A spattering of dark brown hair trails through his abs and disappears into his jeans. I fixate on that spot as his fingers move to unclasp his jeans.

“My eyes are up here,” he teases me.

“I know, but I’m more interested in what you have hiding behind that zipper.”

“You used to be a shy little girl. What happened?”

I chuckle. “If you recall, I threw myself at you multiple times. You rejected me every time.”

He toes off his boots before shoving down his pants, taking his boxers with them. His magnificent cock slaps against his abs, the pre-cum leaving a trail. “I didn’t want to take advantage of you. You were young and a virgin. I was trying to be a gentleman.”

“You were a gentleman, but you were also driving me crazy. I wanted you so bad, but you kept turning me down.”

“I’ll never turn you down again, now strip.”

Grinning, I rip off my top as he yanks down my jeans. He flips me around like I weigh nothing as he works to get me naked. My laughter turns to a groan when he buries his face between my legs. Holy shit, his tongue is magic. My core is gushing even before he slides his finger inside me and curls it. Stars explode behind my eyes as my hips rocket off the mattress. I swear he had me climaxing in seconds. How is that even possible?

I hear him tearing open a condom and glance down to watch as he positions himself at my center. His thick shaft slides into my core and fills me up. Seeing us joined fills me emotionally, too. This is the only man who has ever been inside me, and he’s the only man I ever want. Finding him again makes everything I’ve endured worth it. Glancing up, I see him watching me. I see the love in his eyes as he snaps his hips, driving his dick into me as if his life depends upon our joining.

“I’m close,” he growls.

“I’m there.” Waves of pleasure wash through me as I feel him explode in the condom. He jerks and spasms through his release before he collapses on top of me. I snuggle into him as I float back down.

He leans up to stare into my eyes as he brushes a strand of hair from face. “You know I love you, right? That I’ve loved you for all these years?”

“From the night I seduced you and you turned me away, or the night I finally succeeded?” I ask with a smile.

He chuckles. “Neither. It was the minute you climbed behind me on my bike. The day we left Vegas. I wasn’t expecting it, but the feel of your arms around me and the knowledge that you were mine to protect did something to me. I never thought I’d want a woman on my bike. Saw my life as one of freedom without responsibility. Except to my club. But you changed me.” His expression is so serious that I feel compelled to apologize.

“I’m sorry?”

He tickles me until I’m screeching. “You’re such a brat. I don’t want an apology. I’m glad that Preacher trusted me to protect you.”

“I’m glad, too. I’ll give him a big hug and kiss to show my gratitude.”

Wildcard grimaces.

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