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Carsyn’s lipswrap around my cock providing just the right amount of suction, driving me fucking crazy. It’s more to do with the fact that her confidence is coming through. The way she looks up at me with hooded eyes gauging my reactions. Or the way those soft smilestip the sides of her lips when I can’t hold back and arch my back, pushing my cock further inside of her.
God, this woman.
My balls pull up ready to explode. I curl up, grabbing Carsyn under her arms and hauling her on top of me. Reaching over to the nightstand, I grab a condom and put it on, then plant myself deep inside her warm heat.
“Ride me.”
That sexy glint comesto her eyes as she uses her knees and begins to push up and down. She squeezes her muscles down there, and I almost come. My head goes back, my hands on her hips as she moves steadily, then rolls her hips, her breaths turning into pants.
Her hands on my chest sear me. Then she does some opposite roll thing and screams out my name.
“Fuck, Carsyn!” I growl, spilling inside of her.Her smile lights up the room as she falls beside of me. Fuck, she’s beautiful.
We lay there in my room at the clubhouse, out of breath and dog ass tired. The day just didn’t want to end, like it was gripping us in its web. Carsyn held up throughout meeting all of my brothers and their ol’ ladies. She even helped prepare dinner with my mom.
While she’s not completely comfortable,she’s at least a bit and I like that. My family is unorthodox, but it is a family. One I love dearly. The fact that she gets along with everyone is perfect.
“Can I ask you something?” Carsyn says from my chest.
“Of course.”
“Who’s Dagger? I overheard his name a few times, but didn’t meet him. Is he not here?”
My gut twists remembering his bike and the sounds. Fuck.“He’s a brother of mine. He died recently in a bike accident. The woman in the wheelchair, Mearna, that was his ol’ lady.”
“I’m so sorry,” she whispers, looking up at me with all the compassion in the world. Fuck, I love that.
“Me too. Fuckin’ car came out of nowhere and slammed into his bike, tossin’ him and his woman off. He was brain dead, but gave his liver to his wife and savedher life.” My words shake with the fury coursing through my veins as that day replays.
“Wow. That’s a wonderful gift he was able to give her.”
My arm squeezes around her. “Yeah. It is.”
“Do you know who did it?”
A huff of air escapes. “Not yet. All that was left behind was a Pontiac Bonneville. No one in it. No tags. Nothing. It’s wind.”
“Wind?”
“Blowin’in the wind. Ghost. Nothin’. The car was impounded when no one claimed it.” My eyes shut as the accident replays in my mind, watching Dagger flip and fall. His bones cracking and Tanner’s screams. All of it killing me because we haven’t found Dagger his justice.
She stills for a moment. “What color was the car?”
“Green.”
“Oh my God,” she whispers, and I pull her face up tomine.
“What?”
“I…” she pauses as my heart starts hammering in my chest.
“What, Carsyn? Do you know the car?”
Her body starts to shake, and she can’t meet my eyes. This is too important, so I move her so we can look at each other. “Talk.”
