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  Eden remains silent for a long time while she gets into the position she wants. I watch each of her moves with care, branding the memory to last an eternity. The globes of her ass cheeks hovering above my face before they disappear. The sensation of her lips wrapping around my dick. Eden’s cheeks hollowing out, and when she takes me in her mouth, I moan, then a popping sound echoes around the room.

  Her mouth is gone. Knew I told her she’d could run the show, but she just set off the last of my patience. My fingers dig into fleshy hips, pulling her center down to my face. Her scent hits me like a hurricane, similar to the first night we sucked, licked, and fucked with our mouths.

  My tongue is a greedy bastard thirsty for a taste. First big mistake because I want more. I’m an addict to this woman. I fucking crave to have her taste imprinted on my taste buds. I’d soak that shit up for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.

  Her back arches as I fuck her with my tongue, soaking in all of her. New favorite fucking position right here. Eden’s moans of pleasure are muffled when her lips wrap right back around my dick. Base to tip. She repeats the action over and over until I’m about to blow my load in her fucking mouth. Would be sweet right now shooting my come down the back of her throat to teach her a lesson. But I want her to fuck out her anger on my cock.

  I focus on eating her pussy. Nipping at her clit and sinking my tongue deep inside her. My palms are spread out across her ass cheeks, spreading them wide. Eden’s lost in her own pleasure and sucking my dick. Her moans are driving me fucking crazy.

  Fighting to focus on something else, I decide to give it to her good. My thumb swirling around the entrance to her ass. The one place I’d give anything to be inside.

  She rides my face harder and faster with every touch. I switch it up a bit, putting pressure against the opening with a finger then slowly pushing inside.

  Her mouth pops off my dick again. She cries out and stills. I bring her back to me with my tongue swiping through her folds. Her entire body is tense and on edge. The sensation is new for her, and she’s about to come harder than she ever has.

  I move my finger just a bit then roll her clit between my lips. It does the trick. Her release runs down my face, Eden’s screams fill the room, and then her body goes lax against mine. Her breathing out of control for long moments.

  Without warning, Eden shifts her body. Those eyes of hers look down on me as if I’m her everything when she sinks down onto my dick.

  We ain’t leaving here until I’ve fucked her all over my house. Seems silly now I was worried what she would think of it.

  “Love you, darlin’.” I grip her hips, loving the view of her back and ass as she works up and down. “Now, fuck me like you own me.”

  Her fingers dig into my thighs, steadying herself. Eden’s pussy is gripping my cock like a vice. Fuck, it was made to do this. I’m on edge, forcing back my release.

  “Baby,” I grit out. “You better fucking hurry this show along. I’m not gonna last.”

  She stills on top of me, turns her head, peering back at me over her shoulder. A devious smile playing out on her face. “You said it’s mine. And I’m not even close to coming, baby.”

  “Not funny,” I growl.

  Eden flexes her hips, making my eyes roll in the back of my head. This woman is going to be the damn death of me. It takes everything for me to not roll her over and slam into her. But I never break a deal. She climbs off me, leaving my dick pissed and balls swollen. I watch her every move. I know she’s still pissed off and feeling all territorial, but I sure as fuck am not in the mood to jack off right now.

  She lies on her back next to me on the bed. We stare at one another for several seconds. Eden licks her lips then finally tells me what she wants.

  “Straddle me.”

  I quirk up an eyebrow.

  “You heard me,” she demands.

  I follow her order straddling her hips, my hard dick lying on her belly. She cups her tits, pulling them together. Eden leans up darting her tongue along her plump breasts.

  “Here.” She squeezes one of her nipples. “I want you to come here.” Motherfucking hell.

  You don’t have to ask me twice. She makes the perfect tunnel to sink my dick into. One of her hands covering the top, stroking me with each thrust. Her tongue is darting out to lick the tip of my head. My nostrils flare, and I roar as I near my release. I don’t fucking wait for her permission to come. I’m the boss here, and I’ll mark my lady when and where I want.

  She drops her tits, moves fast scooting down the bed, capturing my dick in her mouth. One pump, two, three, and I’m coating the back of her throat just like I wanted to. She licks up every single last drop until my vision begins to blur.

  I’m careful rolling off her and collapsing on my back. She rolls up on me, straddling my hips again. My dick ready for round two. Our lips crash together. I taste my release and her taste all in one. Never in my life have I been so turned on. Fuck, thought I’d reached the pinnacle of all boners earlier, but it was minuscule compared to this. She can ride my dick until it falls off.

  Fifteen

  Eden

  I shrug. “It’s not bad.”

  Saxon freezes with the bottle of his beer inches from his lips, turns to me, and stares.

  “I’m kidding.” I punch his shoulder then reach down into the pizza box for my third slice.

  Really built up an appetite fucking my man six ways to Sunday. I saw red when I walked into his room. It turned to a murderous shade of black when he refused to fight with me. Wanted to rip his dick off when he started stripping in front of me acting like sex would fix everything. I’ve never been so jealous in my life. I wanted to kill that woman.

  Saxon knew, though. He knew what he was doing when he stripped down and challenged me, and it was precisely what I needed from him.

  He drains the beer in one long pull, throws the glass bottle into the trashcan, breaking it. “Want the truth?” he asks.

  “Always.” I break a long string of gooey cheese from the pizza, popping it into my mouth.

  “Thought long and hard about bringing you here. Didn’t really want to.”

  Well, that wasn’t expected. It hurts a little more than I’d like to admit.

  “It’s not what you’re thinking, darlin’. Can read you like a book. I was scared it wouldn’t be good enough for you. It’s a simple place. Close enough to the club, but far enough away. It ain’t no fancy digs like you and Zeke have. The thing is, it’s mine.”

  I stop him by putting down my pizza and crawling in his lap. His patio lounger is roomy enough to let me do so. “It’s perfect, baby, and if I'm honest, I like it better than my house. It’s a place that could be a real home. Simple, comfortable, and just the right size to raise a family in.”

  “Yeah?” His voice is shocked.

  I nod. “Yes, this perfect backyard fenced in for little Saxons to run around while I stand in the kitchen and cook dinner. I can see them right out the back window with the sliding glass door wide open. It’s a home while not many places are that.”

  “And plenty of room to fuck,” he adds.

  There’s my man. Serious as hell with the ability to make any topic light and laughable.

  “We have to cover a lot of rooms tonight. Might have to go into the morning, since we never left your bed.”

  “Had to get you dressed and fed before I took you up the ass.” He flicks the hem of the T-shirt with the club name across the chest. It’s worn and well-loved and now wrapped around my body. “I’m also starting to think you have an aversion to packing or remembering your clothes.”

  “Seriously, Saxon—”

  He cuts me off cupping my tits. “Starting to think you want to be around me in your birthday suit, yeah?”

  “I got some really cute clothes today. You know, the ones I’d love to wear but my job stops me from.” Each word comes out needy and breathless all because of his touch.

  “Like you naked.” His hand slips down to my
core underneath the pair of boxers I have on, rolled over several times to fit me.

  I slap his chest in a playful gesture, fighting like hell to change the subject, and not because the cold, hard truth is this man owns me with one single touch or word. There’s something about him that’s real. He doesn’t need a diploma with his name on it to prove to me how smart he is. How caring or how much he takes his passion for life and puts his whole heart out there with his love for the club, his family, friends, and now me. I’ll never be able to explain it, but it’s all there.

  “You wouldn’t.”

  “Wouldn’t what?” Saxon sinks two fingers inside of me in a steady rhythm. I need him, and when his flesh is on mine, he controls me.

  My eyes slam shut, and I battle to string together a thought. “Ass. Fuck me in the ass.”

  His hearty chuckle vibrates throughout my entire body with force settling between my legs, where he is working in and out of me.

  “Gonna claim that ass, darlin’.” Two more pumps inside of me. “And when I do, you’ll never forget who owns you, and when some bitch tries to take me, you’ll get wet right here remembering everything and everywhere I’ve been.”

  His fingers were born to strum me. He’s the conductor, and I’m whatever instrument he desires. My hips buck to meet his palm. The sight of his tattooed arm working between my legs would turn anyone on. Shit. Fuck. Oh, my God. Stars. His thumb hits my clit.

  “Saxon.”

  The fuck?

  A voice calls out again. “Saxon, could you please help me get my hose to my garden again? I rolled it up like you showed me, but I can’t reach my tomato plants.”

  I make eye contact with the elderly lady peering over the fence for a split of a second, then bury my head in the crook of his neck.

  “I’ll be right there, Ladore,” he hollers back like nothing is happening here.

  “Oh, Saxon! Thank you. You need to get your little ass back here more often. That wind-up thing for the hose you bought me was a great idea, but I still can’t get the head of the hose in the right hole to water.” Ladore’s silver hair shines over the fence with a gleam in her pupils. She’s in love with him. My heart expands, contracts, and rattles in my chest.

  “That’s what she said,” I murmur into his neck.

  “Be right there, Ladore,” he barks back. But there’s something different in his voice. It’s not the stone-killer type. Nope, it’s ‘I’m your neighbor and will wind up your hose and water your damn garden.’ See? Passion. In his way.

  Saxon glances down at me and chuckles. His fingers flex inside of me. “Gotta help the neighbor lady. Don’t be going and getting all jealous on me, yeah? You beat Ladore down, we have words.”

  I rise to my feet. Straighten out his shirt and nod. “Hope you find me after you get the hose in the right hole with your neighbor.”

  Saxon stands to adjust his cock in his sweat pants like he didn’t just have his fingers deep inside of me. He grins at Ladore then me. It melts my beating heart knowing this little old woman counts on him. “Better protect that ass,” he growls in my ear.

  The asshole struts right over to Ladore. She beams like her zucchini won the purple grand prize at the county fair. Saxon Hartley is a complete mystery. It hurts deep inside knowing he was ashamed to show me his house. The square feet or the fact marble doesn’t cover the surface of his counters or floor, none of that matters. The only thing that does right now is that Ladore gets her hose to her garden. Saxon leaps the fence with ease, causing Ladore to giggle. There’s ruckus on the other side of the privacy fence. My back relaxes back into the lounger where Saxon just laid. I grab the piece of pizza and just think of all the what ifs.

  Wilder would love it here. The gaping hole in my heart sears with blinding pain. I know Saxon is doing everything to bring him back to me. It’s Saxon’s deep chuckle, laughter, and voice that ground me even if he’s helping Ladore get the end of a hose in a hole.

  I have to believe. My gut knows beyond a shadow of a doubt Saxon will bring my Wilder back to me. From the first meeting, he never flinched when helping me. I realize now that’s when I fell for him. I tumbled headfirst into the wall of a man they call Brick.

  He will always be Saxon to me. The man who helps his elderly neighbor out, no questions asked. The same person who placed a stranger on the back of his bike heading to the morgue, again with no questions asked. He’s a damn good man. One my parents would fall in love with. He has a big heart buried underneath all that gruff tough-guy act. He may be a biker called Brick, but he’ll always be my Saxon.

  “I have fresh lemonade,” I hear Ladore’s voice float over the fence.

  “Oh, I’m good,” Saxon’s rough voice floats through the air.

  Jesus, I can only picture a shirtless Saxon running his hands over his head.

  “Oh, nonsense, boy. Picked these lemons from the tree then squeezed them.”

  Shit, Ladore is ruthless. I thought Nelly was a force; she has nothing on this elderly woman.

  “Okay, I’ll take a glass,” Saxon relents.

  “You won’t regret it.”

  I’m happy eating pizza and listening to this. Life isn’t beautiful; far from it. I’m fighting for what is right. No, scratch that; we are fighting for it. I’ve learned some things are out of our control. Does it make it easier? No. You just have to believe in the good of the world in moments. I’ll bring justice to my family. Wilder will be back with me. That’s it.

  I don’t need to be the doctor saving lives or delivering babies. Or be the brainchild. I have to believe.

  Some people mask their pain with drugs or alcohol. Drown in their sorrow and never recover. Me, I’m coping with something so much better. It comes in the form a big, burly Saxon Hartley.

  My raw and open wounds will more than likely never heal. But it’s Saxon’s rare smiles, his presence, and the way he protects me that keep me going.

  I’d live at the club with him in his tiny-ass bedroom or even on the back of his bike. I’d go anywhere with this man. I realize I’ve been staring at the horizon right above the fence surrounding his manicured suburban yard. A clattering noise, then a broad, muscular man who leaps over forces me back to reality.

  His low-slung black sweat pants, shirtless chest, and glistening sweat pebbling on his forehead make me insane. Saxon gifts me one of his rare and genuine smiles. It hurts to know this amazing and powerful man has never let anyone in to see this side of him. It’s an honor I’ll always hold dear.

  Ladore’s wild, silver curls appear over the fence once again. I kick my legs back, enjoying this scene.

  “Thanks for getting your hose in that hole. I had no idea it was so simple.”

  Saxon turns back to look at his neighbor. “No problem. I’ll pick you up a new storage unit next time around.”

  “Thanks, sugar.” She winks at him. “You’re a doll.”

  Her gray hair disappears with the sound of her light singing filling the air. That little hooker. I bite down on my bottom lip to stifle the laughter. Saxon stalks his way to me as if he didn’t just charm a senior citizen right out of her granny panties. I can’t help it.

  “Your milkshake brings all the grannies—”

  My version of the song is cut off abruptly as Saxon tosses me over his shoulder. He stomps into his house. Slams the door shut, then we christen every surface of his kitchen from the floor to the counter and even the small pantry.

  Sixteen

  Brick

  I’m beginning to think I’m dreaming this woman up. Swear to God, I am. Never would I have thought bringing her here would turn out this way. There wasn’t one ounce of judgment in her eyes. She was livid when I marched her in here, but she fucked her feisty attitude right out of her system. Turned into the woman I love. More caring than she’d probably admit. It was as if it were just us in a safe place forgetting about the worries of the world.

  Eden nestles her face into my chest. Her sleeping form wrapped tight around my naked body.
I finally let her fall asleep well past two in the morning. Shit was insane last night. She didn’t lie about fucking in every room in this house. We laughed so hard when I was taking her from the back, slamming into her wet cunt when she lost grip of the couch and went sailing onto the floor. Getting some intense carpet burns on a knee and hitting her shin on the coffee table. I was left with my wet dick hanging out and shocked.

  My vixen pulled me to the ground until I was flat on my back and rode me until we both came. I scrub my eyes looking at the time. We need to be back at the club in two hours for the barbeque, but my evil plans aren’t over yet. I promised her one thing and am damn sure going to make good on it.

  I pull the sheets back drinking in her fine curves. The bruise on her shin is massive. I’m a protective motherfucker and don’t like seeing those I love get hurt. But that bruise is another story; it’s a Goddamn victory badge marking her as mine. Eden’s in a deep sleep, allowing me to untangle from her. Inching down the bed, I stop at the bruise, kissing and licking it. She doesn’t stir. Then I rub the pads of my fingers over the rug burn on her other knee, smiling at the memory.

  It’s like candy for a toddler, and I just can’t help it. My fingers glide through her folds. She isn’t awake all the way. I roll her over onto her back, spreading her legs.

  “That’s it, baby,” I whisper into the flesh of her hip.

  My cock juts out, ready to fuck her. I sink two fingers inside, inching closer to getting my mouth on her. There ain’t going to be a better breakfast than this. Her hips begin rolling against my mouth, helping my fingers hit her harder and deeper. She’s half asleep while whispering my name over and over. Each time it falls from her tongue, I smile against her pussy. The pain in my balls too much to handle. My hand reaches down, stroking him base to tip. I could come all over these sheets in a matter of seconds.

  Eden’s eyes pop open. She perches herself up on her elbows with sleep covering her features. Several seconds go by before she realizes what’s going on. I don’t stop. Not until her pussy grips my fingers.