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“Like that, baby?” I rumbled, finally sliding in to the hilt. I moaned low in my throat. She was perfect. So damn right for me. “You’re so damn tight, Har.”

“So full,” she whimpered, her fingers clawing at my waist. “I need you to move,” she panted. “Please fuck me.”

I leaned over her, pressing my weight into her as much as I dared before I slanted my lips across hers, kissing her as I began to ease in and out of her sweet pussy, and only when she wasn’t strangling my cock anymore, I began to fuck her, my balls slapping against her ass with every stroke.

“Yes, yes, yes,” Harbor chanted, mouthing at my neck. “Just like that. Feels so good,” she whimpered, her nails digging into my shoulders. She wrapped her legs around me, changing the angle, and I choked on my own saliva. Fuuuuck.

“Goddamn, baby,” I growled, my fingers digging into her ass cheek to keep her in place. “I’m not going to last like this.”

“So close,” she whimpered, the heels of her feet digging into my lower back. “Fuck me, El. Fuck me.”

I pounded into her, and she cried out my name, shattering beneath me, her pussy gushing warm liquid all over my cock. Snarling, I quickly pulled out of her and stroked my cock, spilling onto her soft belly.

Her breaths softly panting from her, she smeared my cum all over her belly and chest. I clenched my jaw at the sight. She had no idea what the hell she was doing to me. Something primal rose inside of me, making me feel like a caveman. I wanted to parade her around with my cum smeared all over her beautiful body so everyone knew she was mine.

“Let me get you cleaned up,” I told her softly as I eased off the bed. My shoulders were burning, and I had no doubt that when I looked into the mirror, I would have cuts on my back from her nails.

I bit back a grin at the thought.

Her bathroom was easy enough to navigate, and within a minute, I had a washcloth damp with warm water and was cleaning up her belly and between her thighs before moving to her chest. By the time I rinsed the cloth out and tossed it into her towel hamper in the bathroom, she was out like a light, still right where I left her.

I gently eased my arms beneath her and moved her so she had her head on a pillow and I could cover her up. When I got ready to step back to get dressed and head back to the clubhouse, she wrapped her fingers around my wrist, halting me. Her grip was weak, showing she was still mostly asleep but aware of what was happening.

“Stay,” she mumbled. “Please.”

“Okay, baby,” I said quietly. I was helpless when it came to her, ready to do whatever she bid. I eased into bed beside her, curling up with her beneath the covers. “I’ll stay.”

Wasn’t a hardship anyway. Not when I got to hold her soft, warm, naked body in my arms all night long.

5

Harbor

Elliot was on my mind all day—couldn’t get him off of it. He’d left before I got up that morning, but I distinctly remembered him kissing me goodbye and telling me he hated leaving me but he had to go to work. But that blessing of a man—with a very thick cock, might I add—had set my coffee pot to begin brewing, so when I woke up, I had fresh coffee with a cute little note, telling me he snooped on my phone to see what time my alarm was set for. I wasn’t even mad that he’d gone snooping because I not only got a damn good massage and some fantastic dick, but he also made sure I had coffee ready.

I had no idea what I had ever done to deserve a man like Elliot. Last night had been…incredible. I was used to being a little more of a take-charge kind of woman, and usually, that was off-putting to the men around here. But Elliot? He just rolled with the punches, seeming to love everything I did.

And God, the way he looked at me… Like I hung the moon and the stars. Like I was the reason the night turned into day. He hadn’t cared about my cellulite or my rounder belly or how it rolled when I sat up. No matter what position I moved into or what part of me Elliot saw, he only looked like he wanted to devour me.

“Girl, where in the hell are you at today?” my best friend, Elsie, asked me. Her perfectly done brow was arched in question, a hand on her thin hip. Elsie was similar to me in personality, but when it came to appearances, we couldn’t be more different. She was thin with a perky ass and trim waist. She’d gotten her hair done while we were off work yesterday, and today, her normally kinky, black curls were replaced with purple box braids that hung down to her ass, clashing beautifully with her dark skin.

“Here,” I told her sheepishly. “Sorry.”

“That look on your face tells me you’re somewhere else—probably your bedroom. Who’s the lucky guy?”

A blush stole over my cheeks, which definitely wasn’t like me. I wasn’t a blusher, but Elliot was different. Everything about him was nothing like I’d been expecting. He was sweet and charming and just a good guy down in his soul.

“His name is Elliot. He’s the Sergeant at Arms of the Storm Hogs MC.” Elsie’s eyes widened in surprise, then gleamed at the juiciness of it all. I laughed lightly. If there was one thing my best friend loved, it was juicy gossip. “My stupid car broke down, and he found me stranded on 540 trying to get a signal so I could call for a tow truck. He took me home. I ran into him at the grocery store a couple of days later, and we exchanged numbers, and yesterday evening, we had our first date in my living room because I didn’t feel like going out anywhere. He brought food and even gave me a massage without wanting anything in return.”

“A massage?” Elsie let loose a low whistle and then wiggled her brows at me. “Please tell me you gave him something in return though. A man who gives a massage of his own free will deserves to get something in return.”

I winked at her, and she laughed out loud. “Hell yes, girl. Was it good?”

A dreamy sigh spilled from my lips. “So good,” I assured her. It was the best sex I’d ever had. Elliot had let me take charge in the bedroom, but he still knew how to work that thick cock of his.

A patient in one of the ER rooms Elsie was assigned began shouting for her nurse. Elsie sighed and turned on her heel. “Alright, Mrs. Betty, we can’t be screaming down these walls,” she said as she stepped into the older lady’s room.

My phone buzzed in my pocket, and I pulled it out, smiling at Elliot’s text.

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