Bounty:Fury Riders MC(44)

It felt like a weight leaving my shoulders. "You mean it? You're not just saying that?"



"Why would I just say that?" She shook her head, auburn curls bouncing.  "I swear, you and Vince are perfect for each other. You can both be so  obtuse sometimes."



I giggled and blushed. I loved hearing us linked together. "How do you know everybody else wants me here though?"



"Last night, after we found out you were with the Wolves, Vince spent a  long time alone in the office. Axel came out and told everybody what  happened. For such a big, scary-looking dude, he's the world's biggest  teddy bear. Anyway, he told us you were in trouble and Vince wanted to  go after you."



She shook her head again, leaning her elbows on the bar. "There was no  way they would let him go alone. I mean, I'm not a member of the club  and even I knew it was a stupid idea. So they took a vote. It was  unanimous that they'd all go along with him. They didn't have to, but  everybody agreed you were worth going after. They wanted to be sure he  was safe, yeah, but they knew if things got bad, he'd send you out. They  wanted to protect you."



I wasn't sure what to say-I didn't know if words could do justice to  what I was feeling. It was gratifying knowing they wanted me. I wasn't  only a problem for them. One of my biggest fears as I sat there, tied to  the chair, was that nobody would think I was worth saving. Once they'd  gone to the trouble, I was sure they'd feel that way. Was I worth  blowing up a building over?



There were footsteps on the stairs. I turned in my seat, smiling into the eyes of a man who clearly felt I was worth it.





Chapter Thirty-One





Vince





Having my club together was one thing. Having Erica put it over the top.  It was like she made everything just a little better. I had always  liked sitting down to dinner with the club, like one big family meal.  With her there, it felt like Thanksgiving. Everything was more special.



That was why it was so hard to ask what her plans were now that the  Vicious Wolves weren't a threat anymore. All through the night I had  wanted to ask but didn't have the nerve. I didn't want the answer. I  wanted us to be together a little while longer before she told me she  was leaving.



It would be for the best if she did. No matter what Brett said, Erica  was better than us. She had a future, and it didn't include a motorcycle  club.



That night, getting ready for bed, I had to ask. The curiosity was  killing me. That, and I knew Brett would rip me a new one if I didn't  have an answer by the following morning. Every time she caught my eye  that night, she'd given me a look that said, "Ask her."



So, I did, as soon as we were alone again. My hands were shaking a  little, and my back was to her. I didn't want her to see my face.



"My first plan is to buy a new camera," she said. "I can't believe it's  been days since I took a picture. I feel naked without it. Oh, and a new  phone. That might come in handy, too." She laughed a little. I planned  to buy those things for her already, but she didn't know it. It was the  least I could do.



"What else?"



She bit her lip. We had just gone upstairs to bed, and I was sitting on  my side. Funny how we decided which sides were ours without having to  talk about it. We were in sync on so many things. I hoped she remembered  that.



"I don't know," she said. She sat beside me. Blonde hair covered the side of her face so I couldn't see her.



Why was it so hard for me to sack up and tell her what I wanted? I  wanted her to stay. To be my old lady. I had only known her for a few  days, but it didn't matter. She had everything. She was perfect.



"Do you like it here?" I asked, feeling like the clumsiest jerkoff ever.



"Sure. You've made me feel so welcome over the past few days. I couldn't  have asked for more … well, maybe no kidnapping." She snorted. Only Erica  would have joked about it, and so soon. Just another thing I loved  about her.



"I want you to stay." There. It was done. I felt better for saying it. I  only wished I could see her face through the curtain of hair in front  of it.



She was quiet for a long time. I knew it, I thought. She'll be calling a  cab in a minute. And she would be smart if she did. We were no good. It  was nice having her while it lasted.



When she turned her face to mine, the tears in her eyes made me think she was turning me down. I braced myself for the blow.



"I want that, too." A brilliant smile broke over her face.



The whole world opened up to me. "You do? Really?"



"Yes!" she whispered fiercely. "I didn't think you wanted me to! I thought you wanted me to leave, but I was afraid to ask!"



I took her face in my hands. It felt like my whole world was there, in  her eyes. I would never need anyone else. I remembered the way it felt  when I thought I might lose her. How natural it seemed that I would go  into the Wolves' clubhouse to rescue her, when I knew York planned to  kill me when I did. I hadn't cared at the time, and I would do it again  if I had to. She was worth it.         

     



 



"I love you." It was incredible the way the words rolled off my tongue.  Since I had met her, I'd said it to Onyx and Brett. Me, who hadn't said  those three words since the day my brothers and sisters left. It felt  easier to say it now, like she had opened my heart.



Tears sparkled in her eyes. "I love you, too." Our mouths met so  tenderly. She leaned back, stretching out onto the bed, and I followed  her down.



I had to be with her. I had to touch her and taste her. I needed to be  inside her and show her how much I meant what I said. Our bodies were  already so good together. I could say that way what I didn't have words  to express.



It took no time for the kiss to heat up. It was like we immediately  touched off something in each other every time our mouths met. Instantly  we were desperate, frantic to get our clothes off. I had to touch her,  see her, taste her. Every part of her. She was so sensitive, writhing  underneath me.



My cock throbbed with the need to be inside her. I pressed against her  hip as my mouth worked over her throat and moved lower along her soft  skin. Her hand found me the moment I was free, and I groaned when she  began stroking my rigid length. I thrusted my tongue into her mouth,  crushing her to me.



She surprised me then, rolling me onto my back. She crawled between my  legs, still stroking. I gasped at her touch. She lowered her head,  watching me the entire time. Building my anticipation, playing with me.  Her tongue darted out to lick the tip. I hissed, the sensation almost  too much. Then she licked around the head. I groaned, my hands making  fists in the sheets. It was so good I could have exploded right then.



I watched through narrowed eyes as she licked from bottom to top slowly,  sensually. She blew me away. I'd never seen a woman get so into working  me with her mouth. She really loved it, eyes half-closed, moaning  softly. Telling me how good I tasted on her tongue.



Then she took me inside, sliding down my shaft. I closed my eyes, breathing deep.



Her head bobbed up and down on me, the little moans she let out driving  me wild, vibrating to my core. Her lips tightened, her tongue increasing  its pressure. I was skating on the edge, so ready to come. I was  dangerously close.



"Enough," I grunted, reluctantly pulling her from me. "That's almost too  good." She grinned, satisfied with herself. I pushed her down on her  back, wanting to give her what she gave to me.



I slid her panties down, noting the way she'd soaked them with her  excitement. Knowing how much she loved giving me pleasure made me want  her more, and I throbbed in response. Not yet, though. She was ready,  but I wouldn't give her what she wanted until she screamed for me.



I knelt on the floor, pulling her to me by her hips. Starting at her  knees, I kissed a slow, wet trail up her thighs. She shivered, moaning  and whimpering, whispering my name. I looked up across her body. Her  eyes were closed, her head rolling from side to side and she sank deeper  into pleasure.



I went on and on, kissing the insides of her thighs, going from one to  the other. Getting closer and closer to the bullseye. She smelled so  sweet. I wanted to taste, but drawing it out for her was my goal. I  wanted her to explode like she never had before when I finally gave her  what she needed.



"Please … " she whimpered, lifting her hips toward my mouth. "Please … " The  first touch of my tongue to her wet cleft made her shudder.



I licked her, spreading her open with one hand to get better access to  her pink folds. She went wild when I slid two fingers inside her,  massaging her G-spot as my tongue worked her clit. Her hips bucked, her  hands gripped my shoulders, my head. A stream of incoherent cries left  her mouth as her muscles clamped down hard around my fingers. ‘



I licked faster, faster, sending her screaming over the edge. Her body  shuddered, thighs squeezing my head until I couldn't hear anything over  the blood rushing in my ears. She was the only thing in the world-her  smell, her taste, the sound of her muffled screams of joy and pleasure.