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Despite all the drama, I know I love this man and whatever comes our way, we’ll figure it out. Even if we do it the hard way. Life can change in an instant and we have to be ready to roll with it.
“Can’t carry you over the threshold.” My husband drops me down gently to my feet at the tent.
Pam, Andi, Bianca, Jules, and Alexa did a good job. Twinkle lights frame the doorway along with some floral garland. Inside are lots of cushy blankets and pillows illuminated by solar powered lanterns.
They even set up a nice spread of fruit, cheese, meats, and crackers on a charcuterie board paired with two wine glasses and sparkling cider, since I can’t drink alcohol.
It’s a sweet gesture, but my mind is on my man and all the things I want to do to him. I kick off my shoes, leaving them outside of the tent as he shoves off his boots.
Once inside, with the door zipped shut, the sexual tension crackles between us like live wires. Every emotion is heightened and has returned tenfold. We sit across from each other, neither of us able to take our eyes off the other.
“You hungry, babydoll?” he pops a strawberry into his mouth.
“Oh yeah.” I’m starving, but not for food. I’m craving Smoke and the way that only he can make me feel so damn alive and free.
Meeting each other in the middle, the food is forgotten as our mouths clash together in a fiery passion that has my blood singing for his touch. Nothing else matters but the love flowing between us. Not Angel. Not Creed. Not Sabrina and Jimmy or my brother. All that counts is this right here.
Nothing else matters.
Nothing.
I shove his cut down his arms, needing to feel him skin to skin.
Nothing between us.
His fevered body melding to mine as one.
He flicks off the lanterns.
Heavy breaths pass between us for a beat before his mouth is right back on mine and our clothes go flying. I steady my hand over his heart, focusing on the erratic beat, knowing it’s all for me.
The blood pumping through his veins, the excitement, is all mine. Smoke is all mine and I’m his.
Our tongues war for control while our fingers glide and explore. We nip, suck, taste, and pet like we’re discovering each other for the first time all over again. Fevered and wild. His every touch sets my skin ablaze. There’s nothing hotter than the way he kisses me. One hand on my throat, asserting his control.
I love it when he gets all possessive and dominant, taking what he wants.
“Fuck, I love you,” his gritty voice rumbles in my ear as he presses his thumb between my lips. I bite the pad, then suck the digit into my mouth as if it’s his cock, showing him what I plan to do to him.
Creed and what we briefly had is forgotten like a lost moment in time that will never happen again as though it never existed. Because for me Smoke is all that matters. His pleasure. His love.
“Make love to me, Smoke. I need you inside me right now,” I pant. I’m not above begging.
“Soon,” he promises, working my undies down my thighs and over my knees.
Pressing a kiss to my belly, he licks my navel, reclaiming every part of me as his and only his. I belong to him. Only him.
My jerk of a biker who pisses me off and loves me like no one else ever could.
Hot and sticky, his breath clings to my skin.
“Spread for me, babydoll. Tonight, I’m feasting on my wife’s cunt.”
Laid back on the mountain of blankets and pillows I do as I’m told.
Biting my inner thigh, he marks me with the savage brutality of his kiss.
“Tell me you’re mine and only mine.” He slaps my clit, and I cry out from the shock of the sting, bringing me both pleasure and pain. Slap. He repeats the motion. “Say it, Ember. Let me hear you.”
