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I take her on the sofa, devouring her sweet pussy so slowly she begs me to make her come, and I do…eventually. I fuck her long and slow on the living room floor until she snakes a hand between us to give her swollen clit relief.
She makes breakfast or tries to anyway while I bring her to orgasm with my fingers. She drips maple syrup on my cock instead of the French toast and licks off every drop along with my load.
Later, I grab the most beautiful tits I have ever seen and titty fuck her, making her smile as she begs me to come all over her tits.
It’s the best forty-eight hours of my life, and I never want it to end. For the first fucking time in my life, I can see a future with a woman, and it has nothing to do with the fact that my baby is growing in her belly. Sophie isn’t just hot and dirty; she’s also beautiful and sweet and kind and so fucking smart I don’t know why she wants me.
For two days straight, we eat, and we talk, and we fuck on every surface of her apartment. It’s just the welcome home I need, and she is just the woman I need.
It’s a scarier thought than facing down terrorists or a pissed-off Commanding Officer, but just like every other challenge in my life, I’m ready to face it head-on.
I’m not exactly sure how to go about claiming a woman like Sophie, but I’m pretty sure that a fuck ton of orgasms is a good start.
CHAPTERTWENTY-THREE
Sophie
Having Tank here in my space, free from jail, is more than a dream come true. I’m in heaven, and it’s not just because my limbs are limp and loose and satisfied from the orgasms. It’s everything about this man.
The way he shivers and looks at me as his cock sinks into me with so much affection that my heart swells. The way his gray eyes sparkle when he listens to me talk, little laugh crinkles that form at the corners of his eyes, like he’s just happy to listen to me talk.
I know what it means, and even though it’s just what I want, it’s scary as hell, too.
“How have you been feeling,” he asks, leaning across the bed and placing one big hand on my belly.
I roll my eyes and release a heavy sigh because this is the talking part of being together, the true test of what our future might be. “I’m all right. I’m just tired and hungry all the time.”
I smile and place my hand over his. “Are you really okay with this?”
He nods, a smile stretching across his face. “I’m more than okay with it, Sophie. I’m fucking thrilled. It’s scary. I mean, what the fuck do I know about being a dad? But I’m looking forward to learning.”
My heart swells so much I think it might burst. “That’s how I feel, too,” I admit in a whisper. “It was a shock at first, a big one, but I’m happy about it.”
“Good because I am, too.” His words are genuine and the look in his eyes is enough to melt away my reservations about having a baby, having a baby with a biker, and all the other stuff we need to talk about.
“So,” I sigh and run my thumb along the bruise on his jaw. “How did you do in County Jail?”
He sighs and pushes away, putting some distance between our naked bodies, leaving me instantly cold.
“I did all right. A couple of fights, but I’m in one piece, just a little bruised.” It’s an abbreviated version of his time in lockup, and I can sense he doesn’t want to talk about it. But we have to if we’re going to be honest with each other and build this relationship.
“Tank, are you sure you’re all right?”
He nods. “There’s shit that I’ll have to deal with now that I’m out, but I’m fine. I’m here with you, and I’m good. Right now, I’m fucking great.”
“That is good news. But,” I nibble my bottom lip, unsure how to ask what I want to know.
“But?”
“But, what happened? Why were you arrested, and how did you get out?”
He sucks in a deep breath, sitting up and sliding closer to me. Tank gathers my hands in his, his gaze meeting mine head-on.
“I said I did something I didn’t because it was the best thing for the MC.”
“What? Why would you do that?”
He smiles, bringing one of my hands to his mouth. “Because I’m more expendable than the other person.”
