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Then he was gone, and I swayed into the empty space where he had been a moment ago. My body throbbed with arousal.
Damn it.
I was slipping.
Chapter fifteen
Blackbeard
“I told you they would love me,” Leigh said, trailing after me up my sidewalk. Her black heels were hooked over her fingertips, and her feet were bare.
Unlocking the door, I pushed it open and flicked on the lights. Then I turned and scooped Leigh into my arms, carrying her bridal style.
She squealed, grinning triumphant.
“Are you finally going to carry me over the threshold into our home like a good husband? You skipped that part after our wedding.”
“There are a few other things I plan to do tonight that a good husband should do,” I replied. “Starting with that pink vibrator.”
Leigh’s eyes brightened and she looped her arms around my neck.
“Don’t let me stand in your way then.”
My family could be overwhelming at the best of times, or downright suffocating for someone like Leigh who wasn’t used to that dynamic. But she seemed perfectly settled amid thechaos, fitting in with my brothers and sisters, my parents, my abuela.
After my breakup with Courtney, I never dated anyone seriously again. My mother tried to change my mind. Abuela prodded me with questions about finding a wife to keep me company, instead of the temporary flings I indulged myself with.
But I didn’t get serious about another woman ever again.
Until Leigh came along.
Spreading her out on the mattress beneath me, I felt a yearning deep in my chest that I thought had died long ago. This…ache…that was gradually being filled by Leigh’s presence as my wife.
I didn’t tell her about the meeting with her father, didn’t tell her about running guns for him. This whole deal left a sour taste in my mouth, even though I couldn’t find a reason why.
Knowing Leigh, she would try to tag along, and that scared the shit out of me. And if Popeye hadn't told her about it, I certainly wouldn't either.
The only comfort I found was in keeping Leigh out of the picture.
Especially after tonight. She was becoming a true part of my family. And that meant I wouldn’t let her anywhere near club business.
Leigh untied the straps of her dress and shimmied out of the fabric, leaving her bare and beautiful on my bed. Plush thighs, rounded hips, and plump tits…she looked so fucking perfect.
And she was all mine.
Pulling back, I tugged my shirt off over my head and tossed it aside. Moving to my bureau, I retrieved my handcuffs, tapping them against my palm. Her green eyes locked onto my hands, watching every movement.
I circled around to her side of the bed again, skimming my fingertips up her body, starting at her ankle. Over her thigh,across her hip, between her breasts. I stroked my thumb over the angry pink scar at her side. It shouldn’t be causing her too much trouble by now, but it was probably still tender.
“Tell me if it hurts, all right?”
She nodded.
“Hands above your head, princess,” I said.
Leigh obeyed, stretching up to grip the headboard, and the position pushed her tits together, making it impossible to resist them.
I dipped my head down, sucking on one nipple until it formed a stiff peak. Leigh gasped and hooked her leg around my hips, grinding her soaked pussy against the bulge of my painfully hard cock.
