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Dropping my wet boxers, I moved with her, her hands never leaving my neck as she lay back against the tub. My body pressed against hers. The waves dicing from side-to-side as my legs bracketed hers. I tried to situate myself without breaking herkiss, but the tub wasn’t big enough. I fit, but I wouldn’t be able to give her the bumpy ride I wanted to.

Meredith raised her hips, rubbing against my dick.

“If you kill me, I’ll haunt your ass. There’s never going to be anyone after me for you, so you’ll have to get used to ghost sex,” I muttered against her lips.

She rubbed against my dick again, laughing. “Do you see the problem here, Jonathan?”

“Yeah, you’re laughing at my dick. It’s hurting his feelings.” She wasn’t, but I wanted to hear her laugh. The tub was too small, and we wouldn’t be able to move in this position.

“I would never do that.” She laughed louder, the sound bouncing off the tiles in the bathroom. “This isn’t working. I want to feel all of you, you know? Consummate our marriage.”

I didn’t let her finish, flipping us over in the cramped space so she lay on top of me. I felt her hand grasp me underneath the water, holding me at the base.

“Don’t tease me,” I groaned. If she kept touching me like that, I’d explode.

“I like to see you in agony when I’m the one doing it to you.” She didn’t give me any warning as she slid my head into her. Meredith waited, adjusting to the size before taking me deep. She glided up and down, but the water didn’t help, and there was no place to hold on to. This was an appetizer, and I was hungry for a full entrée. Grabbing her ass, I helped move her faster, harder against me, but the water worked against us.

“This isn’t us, is it?” she asked, knowing what I wanted. Meredith used my chest to push off of and raised her upper body so that she sat on me. Lifting once, she dropped back down on my lap, the water running over the edge. “Better?”

I grunted at the contact.

There was a loud bang on the wall.

My bathroom shared a wall with Cyph’s computer room, and he must have heard me, but I didn’t give a flying fuck. No one was going to ruin this for me. I’d heard worse in this clubhouse. “Fuck him,” I moaned.

Meredith threw her head back and laughed. She took it as a challenge to see how loud we could be, repeatedly slamming herself onto my dick as she wound her fingers through my chest hairs, digging into my skin for more leverage.

When I was close, I pulled her down so that I could suck her earlobe before whispering, “You’re the only woman I’ve ever loved. You can’t leave me, baby.”

She tilted her head back, displaying the column of her neck, lost in the pleasure we had created together. I wasn’t far behind her, but as I shot my last spurt, I bit her collarbone, leaving my mark. Meredith was mine, and I didn’t fucking care what anyone else thought.

She slid against my body, laying her head on my shoulder. “I could get used to that again,” she whispered.

I held her against me, sliding her hair away from her ear. I didn’t know what I was going to say, but I never got the chance. The clubhouse walls were thin, and the brothers were commenting on what they had heard.

“Someone finally got laid.”

I could have guessed who was out in the hallway by the cackling, but I didn’t give a fuck.

“I won! I picked the closest. Pay up, motherfuckers.”

“At least the weird sexual tension will be gone.”

“Who the fuck is going to clean my room? There’s water seeping in.“ Cyph followed the comment with another knock.

“Want to get married?” I asked Meredith, holding her against me.

“No.” She shrugged, but there was a soft smile on her lips as she snuggled closer to me.

Chapter 12

Was That So Hard?

Meredith

I had been staring at the TV, not really paying attention.

“The male sea turtle just keeps swimming, unlike the females, who nest on land.” The animal channel blared from the TV. They were having an aquatic reptile marathon. “Sea turtles cry, but they’re not sad,” the show droned on.

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