Beauty and the Biker(33)

“I’m not really into chicks, Savage, but your girl has got a back end I’d make the switch for.” She ends on a grunt when Vincent apparently does something to get her attention. “Easy, Shield, I’m not going anywhere, just appreciating the show.”

I look back at Julie who’s flushed red from the attention and her approaching orgasm. I pull her up and down on top of me, essentially jacking off my cock with her pussy. She moans and grinds against me on the down strokes, and our connection makes sticky sucking sounds.

“You like this, don’t you, Julie? My dirty girl. Just remember, you’re mine and I’m letting everyone here know it.”

I look behind her to see Lucias leaning against the ring, watching us and taking a long pull of his beer. He reaches down and rubs his hard cock, then tips his beer to me in salute. I give him a cocky grin and go back to fucking my woman.

Julie leans forward, kissing my neck and licking the sweat off my chest. “Fuck, that’s it, baby. We’ve gotta go.”

With that, I stand up, and still buried inside of her, carry her to the back of the cave. Once we’re alone, I walk over to the wall and pin her to it, fucking her rough. “You’re mine.”

“Yours, Abe. Only yours.”

As I pound into her, I feel her tighten on me, and then just as I thrust against her clit, she cums. Her pussy pulses around my cock, and her greedy cunt pulls my cum from me, sending me over the edge. I thrust inside her one last time, and give her what she’s begging for. I fill her up, claiming her pussy and letting her know it’s mine.

“When I pull out and my cum runs down your legs, past the bottom of your skirt, and people can see, I don’t want you wiping it away. I want it there for everyone to see. I want you marked and taken for the whole goddamn world to know it. You got that, shortcake?”

“I got it, Abe.”

She smiles and puts her hands on either side of my face, leaning up to kiss me.

“God, I fucking love you, Julie.”

“Me too, baby. Me too.”





Chapter Twenty-Five





JULIE



I run my fingers through Abe’s hair as I watch our son run through the field. Abe moves his head from my lap to my thigh, silently asking me to pay more attention to him. I smile a little, thinking he’s like cat getting petted.

“You haven't really had any more nightmares,” I say, thinking about how perfect everything has been. We’ve been staying at my tiny apartment, for which Abe ordered a new bed. When he saw mine for the first time, he immediately said he could never fit, and he wouldn’t sleep without me again. I just kissed him and agreed. I didn’t want to sleep without him again either.

“I haven’t slept like this since…” He pauses, trying to think. “I can’t remember a time I’ve slept this well. Maybe I never have.”

“The one nightmare you had wasn’t bad at all.”

Sitting up, he pulls me into his lap, wrapping his body around me. “Your voice seemed to pull me right out,” he whispers into my ear.

I can’t help but smile at the idea that I’m his cure.

“I also think it helps that I dream about you guys now. The desert dreams are long gone.”

The wind blows, making the sunflowers dance in the field. I watch AJ playing soccer between them. The motorcycle clubhouse has so much land behind it you could almost get lost. Acres and acres of the most beautiful land.

“It’s so peaceful out here.”

“I didn’t bring you here just to have a picnic, shortcake. I wanted to show you where we’re going to build our new home. I’m thinking six rooms.”

“Six rooms! Who’s going to clean all that?” I squeal, turning in his lap and straddling him.

“Well, we want all the kids to have their own rooms, don’t we?” he says matter-of-factly, like he has this all planned out.

“I am not having five kids,” I say, making sure we’re all clear on that. Our ten-pound baby, AJ, was not easy to carry.

“I know that.” He looks at me like I was crazy to think we were going to have five kids. “We’ll have four.

The extra room will be for your accounting office.”

“Three and that’s it.” Bargaining with him is never easy, so I’m trying to stand my ground.

“Four and I’ll make bacon every day for breakfast.” He smirks like he’s holding the golden bacon ticket.

“I’ll think about it.”

“We should get started right now,” he grunts, flipping us over so I’m on my back with him over me.

“Abe, AJ is right over there.” I motion with my head to our son, kicking his soccer ball around.