Page 15 of Claiming Her

“But I’ve never… I mean, I don’t know how.”

“Your body knows. Trust it.Trust me.”

His heart stopped as he realized what he was asking. Angel’s eyes cleared as she probed his before giving a shaky nod.

“I do. I trust you, Hannibal Arroyo.”

Shit, the sound of his name and the look on her face almost had him spouting off like Buckingham Fountain.

“Then ride your man.” He lifted her ass up and slid it down his pole. The feel of her peach globes in his hands couldn’t compare to the tight sheath that covered his dick as he lowered her. Dropping her on his shaft until she bottomed out. He waited while she adjusted her knees. Bringing his own up like the high back seat of a bike. Teaching her with his humps up and down until she caught the rhythm. Only for them both to lose it in a wild flurry of movements that were as far from silky smooth as Texas was from Michigan. The uncontrolled slamming up and down and bucking in rough circles as she rode his bike only heightened the ride. Knocking them apart and together as if the mouth of her pussy and the tongue of his dick couldn’t stay separated. He grabbed her heavy swinging breasts, using them like handlebars to steer their ride.

Pounding up and cresting down until his ass cheeks locked. Hannibal slammed up into her at the exact moment she clenched around him. They clasped together and then released apart.

Like magic. Like coming home. Like a cog finding its way into the machine designed for it. No resistance. Just trust. So much trust.

It humbled him. Tears glossed his eyes, but he forced them back. When her eyes reached his, he saw the matching sheen. Glowing with their connection, brighter than the sun.

Epilogue

Six months later…

“Angel, come on. They’ll be here any minute. You look fine. You always do. Better than fine.”

Angel checked her lipstick in the mirror one more time. Men had no clue. Telling her she looked good from another room was not reassuring. She needed the truth, not an ego fluff. “Just keep on the lookout. And watch your brothers. I don’t want anybody hitting on my mom.”

“Uh, angel, not really anything I can do about that. Not when she’s just an older, less sexy version of you.”

She glared at the doorway. “You’re lucky you said less sexy. I don’t want to have to watch my mom around you.”

He came over and leaned his shoulder against the door frame. Crossing his elbows in a way that made the muscles in his tee-shirt ripple, sending a warm shiver through her body. Six months later, he could still melt her panties until she damn near needed to change, but she didn’t have time for that mess today. He could take his sexy ass somewhere else. Their family would arrive any minute.

Or the rest of their family. She already heard some of the Ricochet brothers laughing and talking below. They filled the house with holiday cheer. It was her mother’s first Christmas away from Texas. She’d come so far, working to ensure she didn’t lose her daughter forever. Maybe the passing of her ex-husband started the change, but Angel hoped it was Hannibal. Hoped her mom saw how happy he made her. How Hannibal was someone they could both trust and lean on. He was a man who honored his commitments and that he wasn’t going anywhere. They’d had one fierce argument, and she’d told him that maybe he should stay somewhere else, but he’d shut that shit down. Insisting that he wouldn’t leave just because they had disagreements. He didn’t run from problems, and he wasn’t walking away from her.

Angel had pouted and complained, but in the end, it settled many of the fears she’d unknowingly packed in a bag and brought with her.He was a man who stayed.

“How are the aunts doing with the guys? Do you think you should check on them?”

“My aunts have been putting up with bikers since my father showed up and married their sister. Those same bikers became part of their lives forever when they gained custody of their nephew. Hell, they probably miss having so many bikers around.”

“Did you talk to them about moving up here? It’s why you said we needed such a big house.”

“I need a house big enough to hold me, with a bedroom big enough to hold an actual bed and not that fucking futon of torture.”

“It worked just fine when I was on my own.”

He rolled his eyes. “We also needed a place for my brothers to chill when they stay in the area.”

“A whole separate wing that they hardly ever use.”

“Doesn’t matter. Our wing is for the babies I’m putting in you as soon as your shot thing wears off. You said it’s six months of protection, right?”

“You don’t have to turn your nose up at it. Because of that shot, you’re able to take me whenever and wherever you want.”

“Uh-uh.” Hannibal slid up behind her. His thigh’s rough denim pressed hers into the bathroom sink as he wrapped his arms around her middle and kissed her neck. “I’ll take you when and how I want, anyway. Like right now. You’re looking pretty damn good right now.”

She grinned as his hands weaseled their way under her shirt. “I thought I looked‘fine’.”

“I lied. Beautiful, like a treasure, like the best Christmas present ever, like a fucking angel.”

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