Page 24 of Blade

“Fuck me, baby, please,” she begs, squirming and writhing, even attempting to touch herself when I refuse to give her my cock. I grab her arms and pull them behind her back, careful not to hurt her, holding them at the base of her back with one hand and slapping her pussy with the other. She cries out in surprise. I know I haven’t hurt her when she begs for more.

Instead, I feed her my cock inch by inch, reveling in the feel of her tight pussy clenching me like a vise. I sink deep inside her and need to stop because I’m on the verge of coming. After a couple of breaths, I pull out and slam back inside hard and fast.

“Oh God, yes!” she cries out. “More.” Her voice is raw and breathless. I fuck her harder and faster, giving her what she needs.

“You need to come now,” I groan. My woman needs to come first. I want to hear her cry out for me. “Now, baby, now!”

Her pussy clenches me tighter, and I feel the wave rush through her. Her body shudders, her muscles spasm, and I release her hands, putting mine on her waist, and I see myself through to my own end.

“Fuck, Emmy, fuck,” I exclaim through clenched teeth.

I’m not sure how long we stand under the shower in each other’s arms, but having her close is the best feeling in the world.

“We’re going to be late,” she mumbles against my chest. I sigh. Damn, at this point, I don’t want to go at all. I’m just as happy carrying Emmy to our bed and starting all over again worshipping her body. But, my family is meeting my brothers for the first time, as well as Emryn.

“Right, let’s go.” I release her begrudgingly and turn off the water.

Emryn wraps herself in a fluffy sea-blue towel as I wrap one around my waist. “I think we should be environmentally conscious all the time,” she says with a smirk as she leaves to go get changed.

Damn, this woman was made for me.

Fourteen

Family Comes Together

Emryn

I’m a bundle of nervous energy by the time we reach the club. It’s not the Pride that has me on edge, but meeting Blade’s family. I want them to like me. All my insecurities from my past are bubbling up and threatening to overflow.

Thank goodness, Hanna’s keeping me busy. This woman is a superhero. She runs her own business, doing most of the baking herself, and only recently started training some of her staff to take on some of those duties. She’s also the mother of the sweetest little boy. Romeo is a little love. While the other kids are off playing in the backyard, Romeo comes to the kitchen to see if he can help out his mom.

Risk finally convinces his son that the Lady Pride has it all under control and leads his son out to play with the others, but even then, you can see that Romeo has a watchful eye, looking after the little ones. He and Gavin, Guard’s oldest boy, are great friends with completely different personalities.

It’s funny to see all these big, macho biker dudes turn to mush around their kids. And awfully sweet to see the love and attention they give their families.

The barbecue gets underway, with men taking turns at the grill, the others looking after the kids, giving their wives and girlfriends some downtime. Ava is settled on a lounger with a margarita in hand. Willow, Charlotte, and Quinn sit around her, all laughing and exchanging stories. Vi, Maddie, Izzy, and Abby, are hanging around the pool table with Saint teaching them how to play the game. They’re doing more laughing and missing the ball completely than playing.

Rose, Sofia, and I just finished setting out the salads and side dishes and are taking a break. I search the room for Blade, but I don’t see him anywhere, that is until he walks in with an older man, not quite as tall as him, who is an older version of Blade, very distinguished and handsome. This must be his dad, Jonathan. You can clearly see that the apple didn’t fall far from the tree in the looks department. Blade has his arm around a young woman, who I assume is his sister, Jaci. She’s super cute, with shoulder-length dark hair, not at all like Blade’s, and she has pretty hazel eyes. Hanging on to Jonathan’s arm is Blade’s mom, Silvia, who is a more mature version of her daughter.

It’s clear to see that they’re a close-knit family. Blade catches my eye, and it’s crazy, but I seem to be rooted to my spot, scared out of my mind. I watch Guard leave the other men and move to greet Blade’s family.

I can hear them talking. I’m so close, but I haven’t been able to unglue my feet from where I’m standing, and I can feel my body trembling with fear. I gave up caring what people thought about me years ago, especially my own parents and their snobbish friends. Yet, I want to make a good impression on Blade’s family. It would suck if they hated me when I’m falling in love with their son.

“This meeting has been a long time coming. We’re happy to have you and your family with us,” Guard says to Jonathan.

“Thanks for having us.” Jonathan looks around at the mass of people in the club, and particularly outside at the kids and their dads. “Gotta say, this isn’t what I was expecting,” he admits.

Guard chuckles. “We hear that a lot.”

Blade is staring at me, and somehow, I find the superhuman strength to force my feet to move toward him. It’s his smile that calls to me, letting me know that everything is going to be okay. The guys are still exchanging pleasant chitchat when I get to Blade’s side.

As I approach, Blade holds out his hand and tucks me into his side. “This is Emryn, my girlfriend. Don’t scare her off, and no stories of me as a baby on a bearskin rug,” he warns with a glint in his eye.

“Kid, you were walking around naked with a wrench in your hand. No bearskin rugs for you,” his father jokes, making me giggle and completely breaking the ice with his smile. He stretches out his hand, and I take it. “Jonathan, but call me Jon. My son has great taste,” he says, making me blush.

“Just like his father,” Silvia says, and Jon gives his wife a kiss on the cheek. “I’m a hugger, sweetie, so brace yourself.” Silvia engulfs me in a warm hug, and all the tension inside me melts away. “Blade came over the other day and wouldn’t stop talking about his beautiful girl who is an amazingly talented photographer.”

“Thank you,” I whisper.

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