It had been weeks since the incident. Weeks without sex, without making love. There had been days when she wouldn’t let me touch her. I understood. She went through hell. She needed time. I gave her that; I let her call the shots. And tonight, when she finally came to me, softly, sweetly, and asked me to make love to her, I was ready, willing, and more than able.
So tonight was all about her, and all about us. We’d made it, and we would go the distance. Of that, I was damned sure. I would do anything for this woman.
She finally broke our gaze to look down; she was watching me enter her. My gaze followed hers, and it was so beautiful and sexy I got lost in looking. By feeling, I couldn’t tell where I ended and she began. We watched together as I came in and pulled out and came in, again and again. Our bodies matched rhythm. We crashed together, perfectly.
Eventually I let go of her hands to curl my arms under her shoulders, to keep her in place through my thrusts, protecting her head from the headboard. Our mouths met again, our tongues imitating the movements of my cock in her pussy.
I sensed when she began to go up in the sensations and lost awareness of our surroundings, and I reached down to thumb her most sensitive nub to help her get there. And she did; she flew up, and I lost her briefly in a gorgeous display. I grabbed hold of her hand again and bucked and bucked and cried out. I was gone, too.
Then I collapsed on top of her, and we laid there together, a disaster of limbs and sheets and sweat and hair and scent and heavy breath.
And slowly the air eased, and our awareness returned. And I kissed her neck and turned her into the little spoon to my big, and we slept.
# # #
Two years later…
“Dom, please! Make it stop! Go away! You asshole! What did you do to me?”
I chuckled. “Mouth, babe. You and that damned mouth. You’re doin’ great, Sienna.” I was behind her, propping her up, rubbing her lower back with both my hands, letting her tug and pull on whatever part of my head she had a current need to grasp: hair, ears, jaw. I took it. I could take it. She was going through something I could never even comprehend, so it was a fair trade, I figured.
“Aaargh!”
“Breathe, baby. Just breathe with me.”
The contraction eased up, and we breathed together in the short resting time. Her grip relaxed for the moment, and she almost started crying. “I hate being a bitch to you. I just can’t help it right now. This fucking hurts, Dom.”
“Baby, I love you. You are giving me the most precious gifts in the world today. Do what you need to do. I’m here, I got you, and I am never letting you go. So yell all you want, we got this. You and me, babe. Fuckin’ forever.”
“Aaargh!”
“Breathe.” And we breathed.
And that was when Manuel was born. Tania came just three minutes later. And they were everything.
I never had any idea how much my life would change when I first saw Sienna at that club from hell, but I would never change a moment of our story if it meant that it ended any way other than this.
Sienna and I had married a couple of months earlier, but we had planned it for a full year. That she had gotten pregnant was a surprise, but not an unwelcome one, and the timing of the wedding really had nothing to do with the babies.
Babies! Two! That had been a shock. But a perfect one. You could not have found a more joyful—okay, and a little freaked-out—man on the planet than me.
I had a woman whom I loved beyond my wildest dreams, and we were now the proud parents of the two most perfect babies.
Yeah, yeah, I knew that there would be tough times ahead. Life was no easy ride. I got it.
But man, I was blessed. Every day. With my woman, with my life. And I would never stop showing her my gratitude and love.
Even when she gave me lip.
THE END
[FREE BONUS BOOK #2] Stolen: Hell’s Overlords MC
By Zoey Parker
He's a ruthless biker with a kingdom to run. She's a talented thief with a nose for trouble.
Things are about to get messy.
Sasha
I knew going in that this would be dangerous. But what choice did I have?
None, that's how much. You don't say "No" to a man like Fang, the mob boss I work for. Not if you want to live to tell the tale.
So I swallowed my fear and I took the mission: stealing drugs from the Hell's Overlords MC.
The first time was smooth. In and out like a flash.
The second time was just as easy.
But the third time…that's when everything went wrong.
Now, I'm trapped in a basement, staring into the stormy eyes of a man who doesn't like being robbed.
Everything I feared is present in those eyes. There's anger, and strength, and brutality.