Page 43 of Surrender (Angels Halo MC Next Gen)

Grinning, I waved at him and then at Chance and the other brothers as Elias put a hand at the small of my back and guided me toward the door. Riding home on the back of his bike was even more exhilarating. He’d barely turned off the beast of a motorcycle before he grabbed me and kissed the air right out of my lungs.

I was in a slow, need-induced haze getting from the garage up to my apartment. As soon as the locks clicked into place, he lifted me and carried me into my bedroom.

For the first time in forever, I woke up late the next day. Naked and cuddled against a still-sleeping Elias, I was having the epitome of a perfect morning. I had no desire to go for my usual run, not before dawn and sure as hell not when I woke up with Elias spooned behind me with the sun already shining brightly through my window.

My head was pillowed on his bicep, his even breaths brushing like a caress on my neck, the heat of his body soaking into mine, making it that much easier to choose between a run I hated and more sleep. More everything with the man who was sound asleep, his arm locked around my waist and his thick cock nestled up against my ass.

Elias didn’t do sleepovers. Ever. Except, apparently, with me. I’d woken up every morning since our first night together with him in my bed. Each time, the euphoria grew at the evidence that whatever was going on between us was beyond his norm.

I wanted to pinch myself to see if this was part of some new, twisted delusion my mind had concocted. But if it was, and I snapped out of my delirium to find myself not in the warm, loving, safe arms of Elias Reid, I would torch the apartment.

My grumbling stomach was loud, but I ignored it. Basic bodily necessities like food could wait. Being cuddled up to the man I loved on the first true day I’d ever had off was something that needed to be savored.

Elias stroked his hand over my stomach the second time it rumbled, the sound of his breaths no longer right beside my ear. I nearly whined at the loss. But then his hand traveled lower until he was cupping my pussy, and it didn’t matter nearly as much.

His thick fingers spread my lips and lazily teased over my clit. “Good morning, baby girl.”

I burrowed back into him, teasing my ass along his rapidly hardening cock. “Morning, Daddy.”

“Mmm.” He nuzzled his nose against my ear. “Be good, Sammy. You keep rubbing that sweet ass against me like that, and I’m not going to be able to stop from taking it.”

There was no way he could miss the way I clenched at the thought of his taking me…there. I’d never been curious about that, and I’d never observed any indication that he enjoyed it either. But I had to admit, now that the idea was in my mind, I was curious to explore.

“Ah, little girl,” he groaned, strumming my clit a little rougher. “You want that?”

“Maybe,” I answered honestly.

“You ever—” He cut himself off before he could finish, his thumb pressing down hard on my clit, his breathing suddenly more labored. “Never mind. Don’t answer that. I don’t want to know what you’ve done with other motherfuckers. Let me pretend I’m your first everything.”

Hearing the possessive rumble in his voice made me weak. Rolling onto my back, I cupped his face in one hand. “You are my first everything, Elias.”

“Damn right, baby.”

Seeing the flash of jealousy in his eyes made me dizzy with happiness, but I refused to let him doubt even for a moment. I was already keeping too much from him. Giving him a small piece of my true self the night before had shown me it was safe to give him a little more.

“You are my first everything.” When I was eleven, he’d kissed me on the cheek. An innocent little peck to say goodbye after one of my family’s visits to see Nova. But it had quickly turned into him becoming my first crush. From there, I’d grown obsessed until all I could see was him. Every step I’ve ever taken had been to get to this moment in my life. I was loyal to my feelings for him, even when I’d tried to fight them during my teens.

He sucked in a breath and held it. “What are you saying, Sammy?”

“I kept it all safe just for you, Daddy.”

“You telling me I was the first man to ever be inside you, princess?” he rasped. His eyes danced over my face in wonder, while lower, his cock stabbed into my thigh.

“Yes, Daddy.”

With a curse, he dragged my legs open and thrust into my drenched channel. “Mine,” he gritted out. “Mine.”

“Yours,” I agreed with a moan.

CHAPTERTWENTY-FOUR

samara

Monday,I walked into my office to the scent of something wildly fragrant. It didn’t take long to find the source. On the edge of my desk was a bowl-like black vase with a lotus floating on top. Bright pink with the roots still intact.

Beside it was a note from my stalker.

Its beauty and sweet scent made me think of you, Baby V.

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