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MY OL’ LADY: Talking about your own cock turn you on that much?

MY OL’ LADY: I just looked it up and it’s called autosexuality and it’s a sexual orientation.

SQUATCH: Brat, that’s not what did it. You did it. You make me laugh Devin and that’s not something I do a lot of. You’re smart, far smarter than me, but I am smart enough to see what a great woman you are. Not to mention sexy af. But mostly, just knowing that it’s your amazing caring self in chicken socks taking the time to text me. Choosing me over whatever else you could be doing right now. You best be careful Dev or I’ll wife you up before you know it.

MY OL’ LADY: Keep talking to me like that and I’ll let you.

Squatch had planned on sneaking out behind her when she left and not letting her know he was there until she pulled up at that fucker’s house. He wanted her to have that moment where she felt that she’d done it. Taken the step and done it, but he couldn’t. What if something went wrong? What if the fucker was outside, or if she got out of her car and to the door before he could get there? He had to stay far enough back she wouldn’t see and that was too much time. Sure, a few of his Omaha brothers already had eyes on the house, but they too would be too far away if Thom pulled her inside.

And with those words swimming in front of his eyes, he lost what little control he’d been clinging to so he didn’t kick in her door and fuck her senseless.

He reined it in just enough to send a few texts, one to his prez and one to Scott. He was going with plan B.

Pulling on just his jeans, he flung his door open and stood in front of hers.

SQUATCH: Open the door, Devin.

No dots, no response.

SQUATCH: NOW!

Still nothing.

He knocked. “I know your fine ass is in there. Open the door and take your punishment for sneaking out on me with just a note like a good girl and I’ll let you come on, and I quote, my amazing cock.” He spoke against the door for her ears only.

The sound of her gasp just on the other side of the door let him know she heard him but wasn’t answering or opening the door.

“Plus, you just agreed to marry me, so I wanna seal the deal before you change your mind.”

That did it.

Devin flung the door open. “I did no such thing, Jasper.”

“Yes, you did,” he growled as he cupped her cheeks and kissed her hard, backing her up as he devoured her mouth. Kicking the door shut behind him as soon as he cleared the threshold.

The taste of her exploded on his tongue like ambrosia.

In a frenzy, he’d managed to lower his jeans and shove her underwear to the side. Turning and pinning her against the door, he scooped her up under her thighs and slammed into her as deep as he could.

A savage “FUCK,” tore from his throat.

Devin’s body welcomed him as if it were his home. She turned her head, breaking the kiss and panting.

“Oh god, Jasper. Harder.”

“As you wish.” He set a brutal pace. His spine was tingling and with the sounds she was making, he wouldn’t last. His hands were occupied holding her up and angling her body to maximize their pleasure.

“Fingers,” he ordered and opened his mouth, waiting for her to comply. She just stared at him. “Now, you stubborn woman. I’m not gonna last.” Opening his mouth once more.

She complied, fucking finally. He sucked and nipped them, and she never took her eyes off what he was doing. With a final sloppy lick, he released the two digits from his mouth.

“Touch yourself, sweetness. Rub your clit the way I would.”

Squatch created just enough separation for her to get her hand between their bodies and for them to watch. With the sides of their heads together they watched as he fucked her and she rubbed circles on her clit.

“Look how beautiful we are together, Devin. We were made for each other and I’m never letting you go.”

Tightening his hold on her, digging his fingers into her soft flesh, he went as deep as he could. Her rubbing increased and he felt her walls massaging his dick.