“Much better, thank you.”
“Good. Then get that bod of yours over here,” Missy answered, throwing her arms around Cain's neck and kissing him passionately. She pressed her body against his, feeling the comforting pressure of his erection pushing against her through his jeans.
As they continued to kiss, Cain gently pushed Missy over to the couch until the backs of her legs bumped against it and she sat down hard. He pulled her t-shirt up over her head with his good arm, revealing her erect nipples.
“No bra, huh? My lucky day,” Cain said, grinning.
“Well, getting a girl's bra off is hard for a lot of guys even when they've got the use of both their hands,” Missy replied, “so I figured I'd make it as easy as possible on you.”
“How thoughtful.”
“Yup,” she agreed.
He lowered himself to his knees in front of her and undid her jeans, sliding them down her legs along with her panties and tossing them aside.
Cain kissed Missy's ankle, his lips making their way up the inside of her calf and thigh as she trembled. She could feel something like a low, steady hum in her abdomen, growing louder and more insistent with each new caress of his lips, like a cluster of power lines about to overload.
Once he reached the throbbing delta between Missy's legs, Cain tenderly spread her pussy lips with his hands and lowered his head, flicking his tongue against her. She gasped and ran her fingers through Cain's hair as he buried his mouth in her warmth, licking her. His tongue traced patterns from back to front and back again, then settled on her pulsing clit as he slipped one finger into her, then two. His fingertips pressed on her G-spot and she moaned loudly, arching her lower back.
When the pit of her stomach burned like a furnace and she couldn't take it anymore, Missy took Cain's face in her hands, looking into his eyes. “Take me. Please.”
Cain nodded and rose to his feet, taking a condom from his pocket. Then he removed his shirt, jeans, and underwear. This process had become much easier for him during the previous week as his injuries healed.
His cock was stiff and ready, quivering gently. Missy repositioned herself so that she was lying on the couch and spread her legs invitingly, a hot blush rising in her cheeks.
Cain slid the condom onto himself and got on top of her. He used his good arm to hold himself up as their lips met again and he penetrated her, smiling as a loud moan transferred from her throat to his. They pushed themselves together as tightly as they could and stayed that way for a long time, not even thrusting. Just pressing and pressing until it almost seemed like they would disappear into each other forever.
Their breath and sweat and hair mingled, and when it felt like they couldn't shove against each other any harder without breaking, they thrusted and came together, Missy's legs squeezing Cain so tightly that she worried she'd break his ribs again. But the cry that issued from Cain's lips was one of lust, rather than pain.
They remained on the couch like that for a long time, panting and petting and stroking each other's bodies sleepily. They talked about their ideas for the club, and swapped dirty jokes and tender kisses. But they didn't talk about how much they loved each other, or the fact that they always would.
They didn't have to.
Somehow, they both just knew.
THE END
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(Bonus Novel #2) OVERDOSED: Fury’s Storm MC
By Zoey Parker
I'M ADDICTED TO HER, AND I WON'T STOP UNTIL I GET MY FIX.
When a little girl shows up on the front stoop of the Fury's Storm HQ,
I tell her the obvious truth: "You're at the wrong place, hon."
But then she hands me a note that flips my world upside down.
It says she's my daughter.
I'm the last man on this earth who should be caring for a child.
The only women in my life are the rotating cast of scantily clad groupies who keep my bed warm at night.
So what the hell am I supposed to do with a daughter?
I tell my men to find a way to get Gigi back to her mother.
But they come back and tell me the girl's mom has disappeared without a trace.
Now what?
Just then, a woman knocks at the clubhouse door.
I open it and freeze.
Jamie is a knockout to say the least.
She's pretty, but she doesn't know it.
Sexy, but she hasn't been made to feel it.
Eager, if only the right man were there to stoke her fires.
That's where I come in.
Jamie is Gigi's teacher and she's desperate to keep her favorite student safe.