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“Please,” I moan, bracing myself against the door with my palms. “I want it. I want you. Ineedyou.”
“Fuck,” he curses again, and I feel the thick head of his cock against my opening.
Without much preamble, he presses inside, splitting me open. I whine, the sound coming from somewhere deep in my chest. I’m so full, so satisfied with what I’m being given. And Ruger just keeps giving me more, not stopping until he’s fully sheathed in my warmth.
“So tight and wet for me,” he says, his lips grazing the shell of my ear.
A shiver runs through me, getting more intense when he nips at the lobe. I feel him smirk against my skin. Then, as he continues to give my ear and my neck attention, he starts thrusting into me slowly.
“Ruger, that’s–”
My words are cut off by the feeling of his cock drilling directly into my sweet-spot. I’m already so worked up. The beginnings of my climax start to take hold. My abdomen gets ever-warmer, and my toes start to curl.
Ruger’s cock twitches inside me in response to the way my body squeezes him tight, pulling him closer. He connects our mouths, grabbing onto my head and tilting it back toward him, licking inside and tasting every inch of me. I can only hold on tight, rolling my hips up to meet each of his thrusts.
The two of us become one. Our love only makes each movement, each touch, each kiss, more intense. He’s giving me all of himself, and I’m giving him all of me.
“Ruger, I’m–” I start, swallowing hard as a sharp wave of pleasure ricochets through me. “I’m close.”
“Then, cum for me,” Ruger says, fucking me harder as he chases his own orgasm. “Go ahead, show me. Let me hear how good I’m making you feel, Marigold.”
His words, coupled with the way that he slams into me, bring the flame inside me to a crescendo. His name falls from my lips as every nerve in my body sings for him. It’s intense, overwhelming, and exactly what I need.
Just as my orgasm starts to wane, the pleasure shrinking from a wildfire to a smolder, he joins me in the throes. With a nip at my bottom lip, he starts to fill me up even further. Spurt after spurt of his load enters me, and something primal in the back of my head begs for this to take, and for me to get pregnant and grow his child.
For a few minutes, the two of us stand together, swapping kisses as he begins to soften inside of me. Eventually, he pulls out, keeping his hands on me to make sure I don’t fall over. With a gentle tug, he leads me to his bedroom, tucking me into his bed and pressing a kiss to my forehead.
“I hate to leave you, but I can’t just leave the rest of the MC like that,” Ruger says, stroking my cheek softly. “I’ll be back as soon as I can, and I’ll explain everything when you’re ready to hear it.”
“Okay,” I say, leaning into his touch. “I love you, Ruger.”
“I love you too, Marigold,” he says, sealing his words with a kiss before he leaves the room.
I lie there for a few minutes feeling warm and fuzzy. I know it’s going to take a lot of convincing to get my brother to approve of us, but we have some time while he’s locked up. This is what’s best for me.Rugeris what’s best for me.
I’d do everything over again, even relive this terrifying day, if it means keeping Ruger with me forever. I know that Ruger’s mine. And I’m his.
Epilogue
Five Years Later
Ruger
I don’t know how she did it, but less than a year after the day we officially met, Marigold managed to get Blade on board with our relationship. And, once I knew my presence at a visit wasn’t going to get my best friend in trouble, I went and got his permission to marry the girl of my dreams. I officially made her mine in front of the entire MC, with Blade attending via a video call.
Now, four years after that, we’re happily married with a three year old named Haley. She’s currently with her mom on the other side of the room, giving her Uncle Blade tons of attention at his homecoming party. I glance their way, attempting to catch my wife’s eye.
When our gazes lock, it’s like everyone else in the room fades into the background. I cross through the crowd of people, moving toward her like a homing missile. She leans down, whispering something in our daughter’s ear before coming to meet me halfway.
I’m enchanted by this woman. She’s incredibly smart, and so beautiful. I’m so proud of her, working toward earning her Master’s in library science while she’s still serving the community at the local library.
We meet, and my hands find her waist as she wraps her arms around my neck. I lean into her, kissing her in greeting. Since the party’s started, she’s been with her brother and our daughter, and I’ve been helping out with refreshments to keep our MC’s thirst quenched.
“You know,” she says when we part, “I think we can sneak off and get a few minutes alone.”
“Now you’re speaking my language,” I say with a grin, grabbing her hand and pulling her from the crowd of people down a hallway.
I keep going until I find a room that the MC uses for storage. Quickly, I rip the door open and yank her inside. As soon as it closes, I press her against the wood and connect our mouths, hungry and desperate for her.
