Gen moved her head to the side to give him more access to the side of her throat, and whimpered as he kissed and nibbled. His strokes in and out were lazy, unhurried, and she felt every inch of him.
Eventually, his mouth and his hips grew more demanding, and Gen moaned in bliss as she felt him losing a little of his iron control, taking his pleasure.
“Yes, Duke. God, so much, but I want you to!”
“Still can’t tell me to fuck you, Beautiful? I can smell it, I know you want it.”
He lifted her leg, readjusted her hips, and suddenly he was going deeper, faster, and Gen could only scream, words weren’t possible.
“Come for me, Genesis. Let me feel you tighten around my cock, spasm around me, squeeze my dick with that ass.” His fingers on her clit grew more demanding, his hips sped even faster, and Gen’s world imploded in a rainbow of colors and smells as Duke let her into his head enough to know what he was smelling.
This time, she picked up more than his olfactory sense, she also got a sense of how he felt in the moment, his body inside of hers, taking possession of her, owning her… but only because she was letting him in. His claim on her body was only possible because she gave herself to him, and he not only appreciated the gift — he revered her, adored her, and loved her with all of his heart.
Chapter Forty-One
In the following days, Duke played with Gen in the ocean, let her drink until she was drunk in the local bars, and even gave her a handful of one dollar bills to poke into g-strings at an impressive drag queen show.
The two also got better at letting each other sense what they were feeling, as more than simple scent was transferred now, when one or the other opened up with intention.
The more Gen saw, the more she realized how much Duke loved her, and the more concerned she became about some of the changes he’d made.
One afternoon, the couple were walking on the beach, Gen deliciously sore, so every step created heat, when she realized a cloud in the distance was a rain cloud, and could see the texture of the beach changing under it as the rain hit the sand. She slowed, looked at Duke, and the two of them grinned, turned around, and laughed as they ran.
Duke opened up so she could smell the rain behind them and know how close it was without turning to look, but before long she could hear it behind them, getting closer and closer, and she pulled his hand and dove into a restaurant just before it reached them.
Gen was too out of breath to talk to the hostess, but Duke asked for a table with a view of the ocean, and within minutes they were seated at a booth, watching the surf pound the beach as the rain came down, dark clouds blotting the sun.
“If you hadn’t been dating me,” she told him as they ate, the rain still coming down outside, “you’d have made different decisions about your participation in the club.”
Duke put his fork down, his eyes grew shadowed, and he leaned back in his chair. “Possibly.”
“No, not possibly. I’ve seen it. You’ve put your energy into the gun store, and getting the second bar running smooth. Bash is handling the girls almost exclusively. You wouldn’t have backed off so much if I hadn’t been in your life.”
“I would’ve thought this would please you, but you seem upset.”
His face was still shadowed, guarded, and Gen didn’t like seeing him this way.
“I don’t want to change you, Duke. I knew who you were when I fell in love with you, and whether I approve or not, it’s who you are. I know, or at least have an idea, of how important the club is to you. If you have divided loyalties then eventually it’ll cause problems.”
Finally, he lost the wary look, and smiled. “And that’s why I can make the decisions I have, Beautiful. You aren’t insisting I do, and you aren’t trying to change me. I made a promise to you that I’d do everything in my power to make sure my shit doesn’t get on you. Five years ago I wasn’t afraid of doing time, but now, I don’t want anything to take me away from you. My hands aren’t totally clean, and you know they aren’t, but if I can stick to mostly running our legal income streams, I will.” He rubbed her hand, brought it to his lips, and kissed her knuckles. “I’m not changing for you, Gen. I’m making decisions based on how I want my life to go, and I’m gonna do everything I can to stay by your side.”
“And when the club picks up on this? What will you tell them?”
He shook his head. “Brain knows and is good with it. No one else is gonna figure it out. Bash got a promotion out of it, and a pay raise commensurate with his risk level. I haven’t hesitated to go on excursions and help make an impact when someone didn’t treat one of the girls right — they know I still have their backs and no one is questioning my loyalty to the club. It’s all good, Beautiful.”