Fuck. I hadn't tamed her tongue yet – and amen to that.
With my hand on her head, I jerked her face close to mine and kissed her from the side, quickening my strokes inside her.
We fucked in front of our own reflections. Kissing, biting, scratching, growling, screaming.
Every dirty, nasty thing I'd always wanted to do with the love of my life was possible with her. And that shit caused my balls to meltdown. I couldn't hold back nearly as fast.
My thrusts wedged her to the counter, and I twisted her face up, just as I started to power fuck her to the grand finale. Elle moaned, staring at us in the glass like a good girl.
Good, bad, whatever the hell she was, she'd always be mine. Mine, mine, and nothing else.
Club politics and mafia assholes be damned.
My cock went wild, stroking deep inside her. Held her face up the whole damned time, making her watch what I was doing. I had to show her there was something behind the rough fucking – something crazy, wicked, and special – I fucking had to.
She took it all in, but I wasn't sure how much she understood when her lips popped open and she let out that feral moan.
Her pussy gushed, clutched my cock, shook me down to my balls like a greedy little thief. I came fire, watching her tits swing, and she joined me as soon as I lost the first couple hot jets inside her.
“Fucking love you, Ell-Bell,” I whispered, when I could finally speak, running my fingers through her soft gold hair. “That's not gonna change, however tangled and nasty shit gets.”
The next day wasn't so peaceful. We spent the night with pizza and beer. I told her we'd save the fancier shit for another time, when we didn't have to worry about all this other criminal bullshit getting between us.
I stepped outside early in the morning, sliding out of bed, careful not to wake her. Had an urge to enjoy my last good smoke in peace with the sunrise, maybe the last one I'd ever need now that I had a better drug purring in my system every time that woman made me come.
I wanted to enjoy the cool morning air and think about our next fuck. Then the one after that, and the one after that, all the ways I'd shake her, slam her, make her fucking scream.
My cock jerked, an image of her arms and legs tied to the bed in my brain. Knew damned well this vision wouldn't come unlodged 'til I made it happen, too.
She still had a lot to learn, and I was gonna teach her, show her all the ways a man like me could work her body over 'til the end of fucking time.
No sooner than I lit my cig and stuffed it in my mouth, the phone rang.
Looked at the screen on my burner phone and saw the Veep's number lit up. Shit.
“Yeah?” I snapped, trying not to sound like an asshole who'd just been pulled outta heaven.
“Fuck you,” he growled on the other end of the line. “Word is you've been in Tacoma for days, and I'm guessing you haven't brought back shit? Roman says he's high and dry on intel, and so's the Prez.”
“Christ, I'm working on it, brother. Settle your ass down. It's not easy gaining her trust. I gotta get her mind locked down before she'll open up and let me the fuck in.”
Fuck me. Talking like that gutted me, especially when I had to make these assholes think this was just an info pump, without any real feelings involved.
“I don't care how hard it is,” the Veep said, murder in his voice. “You do what you were fucking sent up there to do. Take what you need from that bitch and keep her outta the way if we've got to gut her old man.”
“I'm her old man now,” I growled. “But I know what you mean. Her dad's a sneaky sonofabitch, and I'm sure he's hiding something.”
“Yeah, so's the rest of the club. Fucking Blaze is starting to ride our asses about the rumors slipping back to Montana. He's got a bug up his ass about Grizzlies selling their shit and cutting the Devils out, breaking the only damned agreement that keeps us from stabbing each other.”
“Shit,” I grunted. Serious business.
The President of the Prairie Devils Montana wouldn't stay fooled long, no matter how sweet Brass' sis, Saffron, was on him. They'd gotten married shortly before Blackjack took the wheel, and we'd been on good terms ever since. But that alliance was fragile as fuck, and it could all go to hell, leading Grizzlies and Devils right back to each other's throats.
“You remember the last time we all sat together in church, Asphalt? The club agreed to do this thing the nice way, as long as you deliver. You'd better do it soon. We already stood like penguins through that fucked up wedding while the Prez shook Tacoma asshole's hand.”
“Let me do my work. You'll have answers within the week, Veep, I promise.”
Brass sighed on the other end of the line. “What the fuck's happened to you, brother? You were always solid. Not so wrapped up in emotional cesspool like the rest of us. Don't tell me she's getting to your head through your cock?”