Page 80 of Shine: Sins of the Father
“Yes, yes.”
He adds his thumb to the mix, brushing my clit over and over, then slides up my torso to suck on my nipple while he keeps at me with his hand.
I’m getting so close to coming, and when he nips hard, I explode in orgasm.
He works me slowly and softly down until he’s wrenched every last flutter from me. I’m gasping for air, my breasts rising and falling.
He presses kisses up my trembling belly to lave both nipples, sucking and nibbling until they’re both engorged red buds, supersensitive to every brush of his mouth and beard. It’s so delicious, and I don’t want him to let up.
I’m slick with my release when he takes his dick, circles the head in my wetness, then thrusts inside me in one quick movement.
I clutch at his shoulders, pulling him closer, needing to feel his body move against mine in the slow, steady rhythm he takes up.
The first time, he’s quick, like he can’t hold back, and I love the fact that he wants me so badly, he can’t wait another minute.
When he finishes, his teeth bared, it's glorious to watch, and when he collapses on top of me, his body a heavy weight of heated skin that cocoons me in warmth pinning me to the bed, it’s heaven.
My arms circle around him, holding him there, never wanting to lose this feeling.
When he regains his breath, he lifts his head and goes up on his elbows to meet my eyes. He strokes his thumb between my brows.
“You’ve got little worry lines right here. I wish I could take them away. I wish I could make it so you never had a damn thing to worry about ever again, sweetness.”
His mouth drops to press kisses on my forehead, my nose, my chin. “You’re not who I thought you were, but you’re exactly who I remembered.”
“It wasn’t all a lie, Shine. My feelings were true; the way you made me feel was real. I didn’t fake any of that.”
“Glad to hear it, ‘cause I kind of liked that girl—the one who made me laugh, the one who clung to the back of my bike, her arms tight around me, her cheek resting on my back. The one who trusted me. I fucking loved that girl.”
He moves off me and pulls me against his side.
“You were a tough cookie, taking out Donnie Ray’s brother, holding it together afterward.”
“I’m not so tough. I wish I were.”
“You want to know what I wish? I wish you’d let me in.”
“I thought I just did.”
He taps my forehead with his finger, then my chest. “Talkin’ ‘bout in here and here.”
“I want to; I just don’t want to be hurt.”
“I don’t think either of us gonna be able to resist this fucking pull we have for each other. There’s something here, Fiona. You feel it, don’t you?”
“Yes. I feel it.”
“Then we’ve got to decide if it's worth fighting for, if it’s worth all the drama it's gonna blow up in the clubhouse. You gotta tell me the truth.”
“There is something I need to tell you. Things I wish I’d said before…” I start, but there’s a commotion in the hall.
I can hear my father’s voice carrying. “Fiona, you in one of these rooms? Fiona, answer me. So help me God…”
Then there’s Harley Jean’s voice. “Wolf, she wasn’t feeling well. I think she drank too much. Tori took her home.”
“You sure?”
“Yes, come on. They’re about to sing to Reckless. You don’t want to miss that.”
