Page 65 of Crow's Haven
“Hell, no.” I growl. “There are too many places to fuck in this world and too many positions to try out with you for me to ever grow bored. I love all the soft little kitten noises you make when you’re enjoying my thick cock.”
Her eyes fly open. “So, you like to talk dirty, do you?”
I slide into her with a groan. “That ain’t dirty in my world,” I say as I watch her face while I fill her up.
She spreads her legs wider, giving me more room to work. “Now,” she breathes, her voice husky. “Give me your worst dirty talk ever. Don’t worry, I’ll still respect you after we’re finished.”
The note of humor in her tone thrills the hell outta me. I set a steady pace with one finger on her clit and my mouth whispering the sexiest shit I know in her ear.
She gasps and tightens around me, driving her crazy with pleasure. This fine woman fits around me as if we were made for one another.
We move together in a steady rhythm, slow and deep at first, savoring the unique pleasure flowing back and forth between us. When she asks for more, I give it to her—speeding up my thrusts as well as increasing the power behind each one. Her nails dig into my shoulders, and I lean down to kiss her jaw, murmuring encouragement.
Everything else falls away because we’re locked in our little world of pleasure. She trembles beneath me, her breath catching. I feel her tighten around my cock, so I push her harder,wanting her to come all over my cock because that’s one of the best things in my world.
When she comes, her cry is hoarse, wild, and glorious. Three hard thrusts later and I get dragged over the cliff as well. Stilling deep inside her body, I release my seed, collapsing beside her on the bed and she turns her body to keep me inside her. That makes me smile.
We lie there, our hearts pounding, wrapped tight in a bond of love. She presses her forehead against mine, eyes heavy with contentment.
“No matter what happens next,” I murmur, my voice cracking with emotion. “I want you to know that you’re it for me, Ladybug. I won’t ever want any other woman but you.”
She smiles, brushing her lips against mine. “Same here. No man I’ve ever met compares to you.”
I hold her close, feeling her pulse slow against my own. Together, we’re stronger than any danger.
***
I take the long, winding back road out to the club’s country cabin. Got my Ladybug riding on the back of my bike again, and hell if it don’t feel right. Her arms are wrapped ‘round me, just enjoying the wind like she used to before the world went to shit in a single heartbeat.
Now we’re out here to see my boys, and I’d give anything for all of us to just go home and live like one big happy fucking family. But that ain’t in the cards. Not yet. Not ‘til my old lady turns herself in and blows the goddamn whistle on the suits who blamed her for a kid’s death just to protect their bottom line.
Still don’t sit right with me. Feels like we’re missing something. Or maybe I’m just trying to make sense outta something so fucked, there ain’t no sense to find.
I peel off onto the dirt road and in no time, the cabin pops into view. I roll up into the clearing between the shack and the river, kill the engine, and the empty sidecar rattles against the frame.
My twins are by the river with Evan and Levi. They’re in shorts and river shoes, wild as hell. I spot Scout first—he leaps outta the boat, paddle swinging loose like he’s Indiana fucking Jones. He hits the rocks with that no-fear bounce kids have when they truly believe they can survive anything. After that broken arm, Scout should know better.
I whisper to Sharon, “I told the boys you had to take off for a family emergency.”
A flash of guilt crosses her face, I know she feels bad about running off and I want her to know I understand, so I give her hand a squeeze as my twins run over.
I crouch low so Scout can tackle me in one smooth move. His arms wrap around my neck and he nearly knocks me off my feet.
“Easy there, little man,” I chuckle, locking one arm under his legs and swinging him up like a sack of wild energy. I mess up his hair and grin. “Missed me that bad, huh?”
He’s laughing and breathless. “Missed you more than the sidecar!”
“No shit?” I smirk. “That’s high praise, coming from you.”
Chase comes barreling in next, stumbling over the boat paddle Scout left behind. Having both hands full of rocks isn’t helping his balance. I snag him by the arm before he faceplants. That’s when I notice his pockets are bulging with stones as well as the ones he’s carrying. I pull him close with my other arm, kiss both their cheeks, and then set ‘em down again before they break something.
Evan and Levi follow, and if I don’t miss my guess I think my two have had the prospects running in circles. They look like they’ve been to war and back.
“Good to see you both,” Evan says with a relieved grin as he spots Sharon.
“Hope my boys ain’t given ya too much hell,” I tell him, arching a brow.
“Life’s never dull with Chase and Scout around,” Levi mutters.
