Page 203 of Heartbeats & Highways

Jazz gabbed non-stop about her wedding. For all her talk about making Homer work for it, when he’d proposed, they’d set the date for late spring, wanting to beat the heat of summer. They’d have the ceremony and reception at the Jackson property and had decided that it was going to be an intimate affair. Just family and the club.

Brielle was happy for her best friend, but every now and again, I’d catch her unguarded expression. She was keeping a secret, but she hadn’t shared it with me. And even though I was dying of curiosity, I didn’t push.

Life was sailing along. I was blissful and content.

With raging hormones.

Still, I was happy, and I was back where I belonged.

“Babe?” Savage called out, closing the door to the apartment.

“In here!” I replied.

He walked into the bedroom doorway and stopped. “What are you doing? You said it was an emergency.”

I slid my hand down my naked body between my thighs. “It is an emergency.”

“You and I have different definitions of that word.” He shook his head. “I was in the middle of something with the club. It was important.”

“Mhmm . . .”

I kept my eyes trained on him. He was watching me like he was under a spell.

“I bought you a toy for these second trimester hormones. To help you when I’m not around.”

“I used it already. Twice. And it didn’t even take the edge off. Please, Savage. I need you.”

With a groan, he shucked off his leather cut—the cut that had been returned to him after the club reinstated him.

He got his shirt off and went for his belt buckle when I let out a moan. With a curse, he climbed onto the bed and batted my hand away from the apex of my thighs, only to replace it with his tongue.

“God, you’re fucking sweet,” he murmured against my flesh.

I cried out in pleasure as he sucked me into his mouth.

“So sensitive.”

My free hands went to my breasts. They were heavy and fuller, my nipples darkening with my pregnancy.

Savage slid his hands underneath me and lifted, angling me just the way he needed to. He devoured me and didn’t stop until I was convulsing with my release.

While I was still quivering, he finally shucked the remainder of his clothes before coming back to the bed.

“Roll over, babe.”

I got up on my hands and knees and presented myself to him like an offering. He teased his crown at my wet entrance and then slid into me.

We both groaned as he filled me.

I spread my legs and pressed my chest to the bed while lifting my butt into the air. He slid in deeper. He grasped my hips and drilled into me. My hand went back between my legs to play with myself.

“Fuck, babe.”

I gasped as shivers danced along my spine and ripped through my nerves.

“I’m close, Savage,” I whimpered, greedy for him and everything he could give me.

“Me too.”

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