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Just as our tongues tangle, Cage lifts me and I wrap my legs around his waist and heat our kiss up, tilting my head to the side, and he moans before breaking the kiss and choking, “You’re injured...”
Ah yeah, Doc did say no sex when I discharged myself with a big old smirk on his face, but you know what, I’m a nurse and I feel fine. So as long as we take it slow, then I should be fine, I hope.
I gently run my fingers along the base of his head as I gently rub my nose along his and I whisper, “I feel fine… Make love to me, Cage.”
He looks at me for a few seconds before he nods, and without putting me down, he grabs his keys, unlocks my front door, and walks us inside, slamming it shut. Without breaking eye contact, he walks down the hallway and into my room. It’s only then that he gently places my feet on the ground.
He doesn’t break eye contact as he removes his cut, throwing it on the chair in the corner, then removes his shirt. I take him in, my name in bold coming into view before I lock eyes with him again.
The atmosphere is tense and electric as he undoes his jeans and toes off his boots before taking both off, and he’s standing before me completely naked.
Damn, my husband is a work of art, my clit is fucking throbbing.
Without breaking eye contact, he walks over to me, stopping just shy of our bodies touching, and gently, he picks up the straps of my dress, then glides them down my arms before letting the dress fall to the floor, leaving me in a tiny blue G-string and heels.
Cage’s eyes take me in, and he sucks in a breath as he gently runs a finger along my bandage.
I don’t say anything, knowing nothing I say will be soothing for him, and he slowly leans down and kisses the bandage before taking a nipple into his mouth. My clit throbs even more, wanting him there instead.
I moan as I thread my fingers through his short hair and he grips my hips as he sucks and licks my nipple. Then moves over to my right, giving it just as much attention as the other, making me wild before he finally kisses down my body. His fingers latch onto my G-string, bringing it down as he goes.
He looks up as he reaches my feet, and our eyes lock while I use him as my crutch so he can remove the fabric.
He takes off my heel first, then the G-string, before doing the same with the other foot, and ever so slowly, he glides the tips of his fingers up my body as he stands, causing me to look up at him and see nothing but love shining back at me.
Cage cups my cheek with one hand and wraps his arm around my waist with his other.
“You sure about this, red? I don’t want to hurt you,” he murmurs as he gently caresses my lips, and I whisper in return, “Just go slow,” and he nods before pressing his lips harderagainst mine. I wrap my legs back around his waist as he lifts me up and climbs onto my bed, his body covering mine.
Without breaking the kiss, Cage moves his hips before I feel the tip of him at my entrance. Ever so slowly, he presses in, filling me inch by delicious inch, making moan into his mouth, our tongues tangling.
I missed him so much.
I know I should be making him grovel more, but to be honest, his making love to me is a punishment. I’m injured and he’s scared.
I dig my nails into Cage’s back when he doesn’t move and he groans and finally gets the hint before moving his hips back, then thrusting forward gently. I gasp as he swivels his hips, his pelvis touching my sensitive clit, giving me amazing pleasure. I tighten my legs around his waist before he makes love to me, showing me what I mean to him, whispering how sorry he is against my lips, words I try to take in, to believe, while hoping and praying he doesn’t hurt me again. He promises that I’ll always come before the club, especially when it’s life and death.
Cage’s hips speed up just a little as my body begins to tighten, my walls squeezing him after a little while and I don’t think about the past. I don’t think about the lies, or what happened to me because of him and the club. I don’t think about how he was going to leave me, believing he felt it was best or the fact I’m not on birth control right now. Instead I get lost in him as my orgasm hits me. He moans as he bottoms out, my walls sucking him in deeper and he fills me up with his cum, sending after shocks throughout me, my walls fluttering, my clit pulsing. Without breaking the kiss, despite him only being semi-hard and having just come, Cage continues to thrust gently, and for the rest of the night, he shows me exactly what life is going to be like.
Me being his always.
Chapter 30
Stone
I gently run my fingers through Rose’s red hair as she sleeps sprawled across my chest, her warm breath settling me every time it hits my chest.
After three orgasms, she fell asleep and didn’t even wake when I gently wiped her pussy, my cum spilling out of her. A sight that I loved to see before I laid next to her, then ever so fucking gently, lifted her so she was lying on my chest, needing to feel her body weight against mine.
I look down at her, mesmerized by her little freckles.
Seeing those words on the divorce papers shocked me. I honestly thought she’d run a mile from me, but she crazily decided to discharged herself and fought for me, forus.
She showed me I’m worth fighting for, and I fucking hope I can prove to her that I’ll always put her first. That I’ll never letsomeone hurt her again, and that I am so goddamn fucking sorry for everything.
I need to show her I’m worth forgiving.
Being married, the club, divorcing a crazy bitch, marrying her behind her back, allowing her to believe she was the other woman… I need to show her I’m sorry, that I’ll always fight for us. That I’ll always be selfish where she is concerned, and keep her by my side.
