Then her shirt was off.
He was grinding his erection into her, pressing his hips forward and then back, over and over again. He was so big, so thick and long.
When he took a step back, all she could do was brace her hands behind her and breathe in and out. Her nipples her hard, aching even.
“Finish getting undressed, baby.”
She took off her bra, tossed it aside, and went to work on her pants and panties. His gaze went up and down her body, consuming her, making her feel drunk from it all.
“Fuck.” He ran a hand over his mouth and stared at her breasts. “I want to fucking devour you.”
Good, because that’s exactly what she wanted him to do to her.
And once she was in his arms, and they headed to her room, she knew that where she was in life was exactly were she was meant to be.
Perfection for her meant a big burly biker wearing leather and devouring her.
Vengeance left his woman sleeping in their bed and headed to the club. The past few months had been a dream for him, and for her. The Soldiers of Wrath had accepted her, and he loved her more than anything. He had told Demon that he didn’t give a fuck what he had to do, he would do whatever was necessary to keep her.
He headed outside to have a quick smoke, and to just bask in the happiness he’d been granted. All of his life he’d partied, rode with the club, and fucked his way through countless women, never believing in settling down. Constance was it for him. Those few hours when Craig had her, he’d never been so scared in his life. He loved her more than anything else in the world.
“I thought you’d be with your woman,” Weasel said.
“I’m going back there after I get some shit done here. You sound jealous.” Vengeance smirked.
“Nah, it’s good to see you happy, Vengeance. You really do love her, don’t you?”
“I would die for that woman, and I never thought I would say that. One day, I even want us to have a kid, a couple of them, you know.” Vengeance had plans for a family, his own little happily ever after. “You’ll find your woman soon.”
“Nah, no woman is worth settling down.”
Vengeance was no fool. Weasel would fall, and soon. “I called Renee. I didn’t speak to her, but I let her know I wanted to see her.” He slapped his club brother on the back. “I’m going back home to the woman I love.”
Once he left the club and was at home, he climbed back into bed. Constance woke up with a moan. “Where have you been?” she asked.
“Getting some work done at the club.” Vengeance pulled Constance into his arms and smiled. “And trying to convince Weasel there was a woman out there for him.”
She chuckled.
Renee would come, and when she did, Weasel would fall.
Just like Vengeance had done.
The End