Page 111 of Complete Me
Reid takes me to the stars every single time.
I’m coming a moment later, my body shaking, nails digging into his forearm as he releases my throat and gives me air. My pussy flutters around his thick fingers, pleasure pulling me under and taking me out to sea. As I come down, Reid is still hovering over me, his lips suctioned around the fingers that were just inside me. It’s so sexy to see him do that. To crave me in such a deeply primal way.
“You like playing with fire, little fighter?”
I hum my reply as I use my limbs to climb him like a fucking tree, rolling him onto his back, quickly undoing his belt and jeans, freeing that beautiful cock I love so much. On shaky knees, I line him up with my entrance, swiping his length back and forth through my center, coating him in my arousal.
“Oh, sweetheart, fuck. You are sooo goddamn wet,” he purrs. “Did I get you nice and ready for my cock?”
“Yes!” I moan as I drop down, sinking onto his full length in one hard motion. A long, drawn-out groan works its way up his chest at the feel of me enveloping him in wet heat. I’m so desperate for him as I rock my hips back and forth, rubbing my clit against his abdomen.
“That’s it, sweetheart, ride my dick. Use me, take what you need.”
Reid’s grip on my hips is brutal, his thumb swiping back and forth across the tattoo he gave me, as he focuses on my face. I know he’s hovering on a tightrope with his self-control, and I love to push him right past it.
“I love you when you’re inside me, baby, I’m so full,” I moan out the words as I reach backward, grabbing his sack androlling his balls between my fingers, the pad of my middle finger stroking the soft skin under them.
“That’s it. Fuck, Kins, don’t stop, you’re gonna make me blow. Shit, that feels too good.”
“Come for me, baby. I want it.”
“I’m gonna fill you up, Kins, my cum’s gonna be dripping out of you the rest of the day.”
“Give it to me!” I yell as I shatter on top of him. Tremors rattle my body as his big dick thickens, his grip on my hips squeezing painfully. Reid’s hips pump into me from below, the tip of his length hitting my cervix, making me scream. I feel the moment he comes, his dick jerking inside me, filling me with warm fluid. After we’ve both caught our breath, Reid helps me pull my jeans back on.
“Come on, little fighter. I got something for you.”
“For me?”
“Do you know any other little fighters?”
“You better not be calling anyone else that, Reid Knight!”
He turns on me quickly, fingers threading through my hair, my face cradled in his big palms.
“You think I could do that?”
“No . . .”
“Good girl. You had better know you’re it for me.”
I do. The last year together has been unlike anything I could have imagined. Reid is no longer keeping it hidden that he’s a member of Hell’s Heathens, and I have been going with him to the clubhouse when Chaos calls or for him to attend church. He’s opened my eyes to different ways of life, given me a new family through the club, and more freedom than I could have imagined. I love being on the back . . . or front . . . of his bike. Winter was rough without it, but we made do. We take day trips as often as possible, and I don’t know how I ever liveda day without knowing what it was like to be connected to him through an activity like that.
I follow him into the clubhouse, my palm clasped firmly in his hand, his strides slow to keep with the pace of my much shorter legs. Once we’re in the privacy of his old bedroom, a place we decided to keep in case we need it, Reid grabs my shoulders, guiding me to sit down on the edge of the bed.
He looks nervous, his face slightly pinched, body shifting from foot to foot. Nerves suddenly skate down my spine. Surely, he would have told me if something was wrong before he fucked me in the grass?
“Is everything okay?” I ask hesitantly.
“This is to replace your current one. If you’ll accept.”
“Accept?”
Reid hands me a leather jacket, and there’s no mistaking the property patch on the back. I know the gravity of what it means, and I stare at it with my mouth slightly open.
“The club voted. Everyone agreed. I wish I could have asked you before getting their permission, but I needed to know I have their support before I did. You’re my old lady now. My queen.”
I chuckle at the demand. A very Rogue thing to do.
“Yeah, baby, I am,” I tell him with a sly smile as I stand up. “A Heathen and his queen.”
Reid kisses me like he needs to breathe. Fire could be licking at our feet, and he wouldn’t stop. His tongue dips into my mouth, tasting, exploring, as if it’s the first time and not the millionth. As we break, he presses one last kiss to the center of my forehead before taking a step back and dropping to his knees.
“Ten years ago, I was swallowed whole into an abyss of darkness. For years, I trudged through purgatory, with no light, no hope, and couldn’t accept any amount of love anyone triedto offer me. Until you. You and your bright light, your strength, pulled me out and gave me hope, gave me true love. You saved me, sweetheart. I just need one more thing from you, will you please be my wife?”
My eyes well with tears as his words and the desperation and meaning behind them are driven straight to my heart.
“Every piece of me is already yours. You’ve given me everything I ever could have wanted. Someone who puts me first, who loves me unconditionally, who wants to chase life and experiences. My life is exceptionally better with you by my side. Yes, I’ll be your wife. Make me Kinsey Knight!”
Reid stands with a smile that fills his entire handsome face, as he scoops me into his arms and we fall to the mattress. Hidden away inside the room where we fell in love, we remind each other of exactly who holds our hearts.
