Page 28 of Zombie's Howl-O-Ween
Without saying another word, he took me into the shower and put me under the water. He placed me on my feet. Starting with my hair, he got it sufficiently wet then put shampoo in it.
My eyes rolled into the back of my head as he massaged my scalp. I could get used to this kind of pampering. After he rinsed my long locks, he quickly washed my body.
His dick was reaching for me, so I was sure that was what made him speed things up.
“Sorry, Trix. I’m going out of my mind touching you. I need you, baby.” He lifted me back up. “I’m going to slowly lower you onto my dick. Don’t do anything. Don’t want to break him.”
Break him? The thought terrified me. I held still and let him do all the work.
Surprisingly, he held me just fine. I should have given him more credit and trusted he knew what he was doing.
“Hold onto my neck,” he told me.
“Okay.” I looped my arms around him as he said. I felt him enter me and he felt incredible.
“Get ready for the best fuck of your life.”
“Every time we have sex is the best of my life.”
“I feel the same way.” He kissed me hard and pushed me against the shower wall, then proceed to fuck me.
Our lips remained sealed the entire time. His chest glided against mine with each thrust. I couldn’t believe he was doing it and doing it without any issues.
“I want you to howl when you come,” he said as he took my bottom lip between his teeth. “Howl with everything inside you.”
Easy peasy.
And just like that, my orgasm hit, and I belted out my loudest howl.A-WOOOOOO!
“That’s it, Trix.” He went harder and followed me right off the cliff and growled during his release. His arms shook and I couldn’t help but worry he’d drop me.
“Please put me down,” I whispered into his ear. Thankfully, he didn’t argue with me, and he set me down.
“I’m so fucking glad you came to the party,” he told me and sealed his lips to mine.
“Me, too,” I replied.
11
Zombie
Two weeks had flown by following the club’s Halloween Bash. Life was good. Better than I ever recalled it being and it was all because of the beautiful woman making a salad at the island.
I couldn’t take my eyes off Trixie—like ever. When she was near me, I had her in my direct line of vision and tracked her movements.
If we were out in public and another man checked her out, I gave him a deadly death glare and I was prepared to beat the shit out of him if he dared to cross me.
Trixie was mine. I might sound possessive, but it was the truth. She was mine and would be until I drew my last breath. I wouldn’t lose Trixie to another man. I’d do whatever it took to keep her, which meant not giving her a reason to dump me.
I hated how fast the days passed from one to the next. Before I knew it, I’d be an old man, and my life would be over. After being miserable for most of my life because not many people understood me, all I wanted was to be happy.
Trixie made me happy.
Which was why I wanted us to get a place of our own. It was stupid to waste the time we had because tomorrow wasn’t promised to any of us. I wanted to make the most out of the time we had together.
And we needed privacy.
Before Trixie, I liked living on the compound with my MC brothers. What single dude wouldn’t? I didn’t have to do anything and had a bunch of hot club girls cooking for me and cleaning up after me. The Knights were my family, and there was no other place I wanted to be.
