Page 38 of Baja
“Not anymore.” I glide my hands up her thighs and rest them on her hips.
Alice leans down, her hair falling across my face as her lips hover close to mine. “I’m yours,” she whispers, then softly kisses me.
I take advantage of the position she’s in and grab hold of my cock. “Damn right you are.” And slide into her pussy. Alice moans. “That’s it, baby.” I let her take the lead as she takes more of me. “Don’t hold back,” my voice is rough.
Alice rises, looking down at me, her lips curving, accepting the challenge. She lowers herself down, taking every inch of my cock, then moves her hips, rocking back and forth.
“Touch yourself,” I say, and watch Alice cup her tits in each hand, then roll her nipples between her fingertips. Her hands travel down her waist, and one hand dips between her thighs, her fingertips rubbing her clit.Fucking perfect.I fixate on her fingers, working their magic on her clit, as she fucks me.
Alice throws her head back, her hips rocking faster as the tension builds. I feel her pussy pulsate as she grinds down on my cock harder.
I grip her hips, anchoring her body to mine, losing myself in the way she moves against me, desperate, like she wants to consume me as much as I want to consume her. “Give it to me, baby. Strangle my cock with that sweet cunt of yours.”
“Nash.” Alice’s breaths come out as broken gasps, her pussy tightening around my cock like a vice as she chases her release, taking me over the edge with her.
She falls forward, her body sheen with sweat. Spent, she rests her head on my chest, the room falling silent except for our breathing. “I never knew it could be like this,” she murmurs. Her eyes search mine, and she cups my cheek. “You make me very happy, Nash.”
I look at Alice, the scent of sex wrapping itself around me like a drug, making me crave another round as I absorb her words. I’m about to echo her confession when it suddenly hits me.
I more than like this woman.
Fuck.
My feelings surpass that.
I will ride or die for her.
Love isn’t a strong enough emotion to express what I’m feeling.
And it doesn’t scare the hell out of me.
“I—”
Thump.
The bed dips hard at my side, and a loud meow cuts through the moment.
I sigh.
Alice laughs.
Ozzy moseys over, parking his ass on the empty pillow. He lets out another meow, longer this time and more dramatic.
“Oz, man. Your timin’ is shit,” I gripe, my confession dangling in the air unsaid. Ozzy’s tail swishes, unfazed by my annoyance.
“Maybe he’s hungry.” Alice comes to Ozzy’s defense.
I wrap an arm around Alice’s waist and shift our bodies, bringing hers beneath mine. “Yeah, well, so am I,” I growl, dip down, and kiss her.
Ozzy meows a second time, and I let out a heavy sigh. “Dude. You’re seriously killin’ the moment here.”
Alice giggles, eases from under me, and slips from the bed. Her bare feet are silent against the floor as she moves across the room. She glances back, a sultry smirk teasing her lips. “Feed the cat, then join me in the shower.”
I watch her strut away, then turn to Ozzy, giving him a firm scratch behind the ear, and he purrs. “You like her too, huh, buddy?”
After a long day of working at the shop, I pick up my woman, and we head to the clubhouse, where we’ve been for the last hour or so. Everyone is here, and the clubhouse hums with the energy needed after a full day of tatting clients. Deep belly laughs, clinking glasses, and the scrapping of pool cues on felt echo offthe walls, and the place smells of whiskey, leather, and cigarettes—like home.
I sit at the table with my brothers, nursing a glass of bourbon, as we try to out-bluff each other at a poker game. Laredo, cocky as usual, leans back in his chair with a smirk which means he’s either holding a good hand or bluffing.
