Page 31 of Unveiled Wounds

“Baby, give me your ass,” I whispered into Meredith’s ear, before gently rolling her onto her stomach.

The nightmares weren’t over, but they weren’t severe enough that she wasn’t able to fall back to sleep quickly. She’d let me hold her most of the night, with her ass firmly pressed against my dick, and if I didn’t get some relief, I was going to end up walking around with a severe case of morning wood.

“Baby.” I kissed the back of her neck. “You’ve made me hard as a rock.”

“Rub one out,” I heard her mumble against the pillow.

I hadn’t realized how much I’d missed this, the bantering in the morning that might lead nowhere but would keep me running on high for the rest of the day. “It’s not the same when your pussy is right here, calling to me.” I chuckled, kissing the back of Meredith’s neck again.

I didn’t want to be overly optimistic. The honeymoon stage was well and officially over, but the woman I’d become obsessed with was peeking out from underneath all the hard layers she’dbuilt. I was finally secure in my marriage. My wife wouldn’t walk out of here one day and never look back without me.

“Not up,” she grumbled some more.

“We don’t lie to each other.” I slid my hand underneath the duvet, down the back of my t-shirt she wore, to the skimpy pair of panties underneath. “What do I win if these are wet?” I asked, cupping her from behind. Laying an open-mouth kiss to the skin at the base of her neck, I went for broke. “If you’re wet, I get sleepy morning sex.”

“If I win?” Her breathing had picked up.

“You won’t, but I need to know you’re with me.” I wasn’t worried she was humoring me, but I’d started checking in with her more. It was becoming a habit, and I didn’t mind listening to her thoughts that she was only comfortable telling me.

She pulled her legs toward her chest and pushed her ass up in the air. “I hate you.”

I dragged the duvet down and knelt between her legs. “You hate how much we need each other.”

“Keep dreaming.” Her head was still laying on the pillow, with her face turned towards the wall.

“Moment of truth time.” I flipped the shirt to her waist and let it hang down. The black lace panties blinked at me as if they were a neon sign on the fritz.Try me. Touch me, they yelled out. I ran a digit down the gusset, barely touching her.

“How come I never win?”

I bent over her back, making fists to hold myself up above her. I was tall enough that if I dropped over her, I could reach her ear. “You won me.” I couldn’t hold my laugh back, and there was a grunt underneath me. “You’re the best prize I’ve ever won, and I’m holding on with both hands to keep you. You’re mine.” I slid the panties to the side and ran the tip of my finger over her, collecting the wetness. “Your body knows who you belong to.”

“Damn you.”

“If I’m damned to hell, then you’re coming with me. You won’t ever leave me again.” I was losing control as I sat up, kneeling in between her spread legs. Ripping the scrap of lace that barely covered her ass, I grabbed her by the hips, lined myself up, and pushed all the way in. We both moaned at the contact.

I slowly rocked against her, running my hands underneath the shirt to feel her bare skin. Memorizing the curve of her hips, I envisioned how they would feel when she was pregnant with my baby again. Drifting up her torso, I could feel the indentions of her ribs. She was still too skinny, but at least she was eating more. My hands cupped her breasts, and I used the momentum to pull her back against me. A low whine escaped.

“You’re only a good girl for me.” I slowly pumped my hips, sliding my dick repeatedly into her from behind as I squeezed her chest.

“I only come with you.”

“Damn fucking straight.”

She pushed back against me as I drove forward, causing the headboard to slam against the wall. “Oops.” Meredith shifted onto her forearms for leverage before pressing back against me again.

It was a game to see if each moment we connected could be louder than the previous one. I would slam into her, and she’d push back against me, over and over, until we were both about to explode.

I had shit timing, but the words were tumbling out of my mouth before I could catch them. “I’m not rushing you, but you’re going to give me another baby. Want to know why, Meredith?”

It felt right to let go of some constraints I’d been holding on to ever since I’d brought her to the clubhouse. She was stronger now, and I was no longer afraid she’d run, leaving me. If anything, the cartel’s attempted kidnapping had closed someof the divide that Pulse had created. We were good, and the brothers were slowly coming around.

I waited, but the moans and groans coming from her were enough for me to come, and I needed her to understand this one thing. I thrust within her. “You’re…” I thrust again. “Mine.” The base of my spine tingled, and I only had one or two more thrusts before I would come deep inside her. “Who do you belong to?” My hands shook as I grabbed her hips harder.

“Always you,” she whimpered, burying her head against the pillow, her body shaking from the impending orgasm.

“Let it go, baby. Take me with you.” I reached around her to flick her clit, giving her extra stimulation.

She reared up from the pillow, with her back curving as the T-shirt slid down to her hips. Meredith bumped her ass against my dick, and I didn’t stop fucking her as hard as I could. Neither one of us heard the headboard anymore, nor did we care how loud it was. Chasing the high was the only thing on our minds as she clenched around me. I’d never had a breeding kink, but if this was the time she got pregnant again, I wouldn’t mind.

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