Page 50 of Bound By Temptation

We were such morons, Raid and I. We were so close to getting our cuts and thought we could handle Baker and not get the club involved.

Too cocky. Too self-assured. And it bit us in the ass. Bit me in the ass.

If we would’ve gone to the club first, none of this shit would’ve blew up. It was a hard lesson both Raid and I learned. The club was family. The club would stand by us. Always knew it growing up, but we were kings in the school and didn’t think it would go as far as it did. Thought Baker would back down. He didn’t.

Everything got fucked.

My father was pissed as hell, and it was why my mom had a really hard time with Indie and my breakup. She blamed me as she should have.

We had more to talk about. There would always be more to talk about, but it could wait.

Now I needed to feel her. Know she was with me once again. Taste her and etch her so hard on my heart and soul she’d never disappear.

This was it. I knew it. She was it.

Grabbing her by the ass, she wrapped her arms and legs around my body, and I carried her though the house. Gizmo was barking, but I didn’t give a fuck.

I needed her more than I needed air in this moment.

Nothing could erase the past. I could only hope that our future wouldn’t be tainted with my bad decisions.

Kissing her slow and deep, I laid her on the bed, following behind and landing on top of her. Skating my hands down her side, I went under her shirt and felt warm, soft skin. A groan left her lips, making mine vibrate.

My cock was hard as granite, but I didn’t give a fuck. Worshiping her was the only priority. She needed to feel what I did. Needed to understand where this was going. That she was mine and I was hers.

And fuck me—I was coming to the realization that she’d always been mine.

Leaving her lips, I kissed down her neck and up to her ear. Her nails dug into my back. I wanted her touch. Lifting up, I pulled off my shirt, placed my hands under hers, and pulled it off, then I reached around and undid her bra before tossing it to the floor.

My lips trailed down her body between her breasts. Her fingers laced through my hair and pulled as she squirmed underneath me.

Leisurely, I kissed her breast rolling my tongue around her nipple. I stopped to nip and tug, listening to the labored breathing from her beautiful lips.

“Ax,” she gasped as I bit down just a touch harder on her nipple. “Oh my God.”

“Not God. Me. Only me.”

Following down her body, I licked and sucked down to her bellybutton. She pulled my hair rough, turning me the fuck on. This woman undid me.

Stripping off her pants and underwear in a flash, I nestled right between her thighs.

Pussy had always just been pussy.

Indie… She was never just pussy. She was everything. She was the only pussy I wanted for the rest of my life.

The taste of her washed over me as I sucked, licked, and smelled her beautiful, aroused scent.

She tried pulling me closer, then pushing me away only to bring me back once more. Indie didn’t know what she wanted except chasing the orgasm she undoubtedly would have.

Unrecognizable noises came from her lips as I teased and flicked her little nub, adding two fingers into her tight channel and stroking deep.

Her back arched off the bed as a scream tore from her, and her pussy tightened around my fingers so hard, I couldn’t move them momentarily. Damn when she came, she came hard.

When she released my fingers, I stripped myself of my clothes and slid inside her on a groan. Fuck, she felt like home.

Our eyes met as I remained deep inside her. I didn’t move a single inch, wanting her to feel me. All of me. Body. Heart. Soul.

“Ax,” she gasped, her hand coming to my cheek. I leaned into her touch but didn’t move my body, just kept her filled with me. Kept us connected. Bonded. Tethered together.

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