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What?I froze, barely breathing, as I stared back at his panicked face, the way his chest heaved with ragged breaths, and the way he was clinging to me like he’d never let go.
“Do you want me?” I asked him finally, putting it out there, because if we went back and forth on this, we’d drive each other insane. Micro’s brow creased, and he tilted his head.
“Isn’t that literally what I just said? I love you. I don’t want you to leave me. Ever.”
I shook my head. “No, what you said was, you wouldn’t fight for me if I wanted to leave. You’d just let me walk away, like it wouldn’t matter to you one way or another.No, wait, let me finish. I’ve never been the one someone would put it all on the line for. I’ve never been the one who mattered more, and I guess I need that. I need to know that I’m worth fighting for. That you wouldn’t just watch me walk away, and do nothing.”
Micro’s eyes widened, and he leaned closer to me, his body heat searing me, everywhere we pressed together.
“This was a test? To see if I’d let you go? To see if I cared enough to run after you?”
I knew exactly what he was thinking. He was thinking I was a game playing bitch right now, but I didn’t care. I couldn’t change my reaction now, any more than he could change anything he’d done. What’s done is done, and I guess that’s the lesson we’ve both learned the hard way.
“It wasn’t. I guess it was me running to hide from a realisation I didn’t want to face, but it wasn’t me trying to force a reaction from you. I’m really far more straightforward than that, or at least I normally am. I don’t want to run from you, or not be with you, but I need to know that if I have weak moments, you won’t just write us off, and decide I’m better off without you. I want you to fight for us, for our future. I want to know that you’ll argue, and harass, and beg, and do anything it takes to talk me around, because the one and only thing I’m sure of, is that you’re it for me.”
His lips crashed against mine, and he pulled back a second later, with a curse.
“Can’t even kiss my fucking woman right now without pain, but fuck it.” His lips returned, and he kissed me for so long that my legs were trembling with want, and need, by the time he pulled back, sucking in a sharp breath, like he was as oxygen-deprived as I felt right now.
“Let’s get one thing clear, sweet thing. You’re mine. You’ll always fucking be mine, and if I have to chase you to every fucking corner of the earth to remind you of that, and bring you home, then I will. Don’t test me, because I’ll bring you back, every damn time. Do I want to be the good man who’d let you go? Absolutely. Do I think I’m capable of that? Not a fucking chance in hell.”
Thank god! I kissed him again, and when he dragged me in the direction of the bedroom, I didn’t hesitate, because he’d said his piece, and it was exactly what I’d needed to know he’d do. Did I want a good man? Yes, but did I think he wasn’t one, because he wanted to keep me by his side forever? Fuck no.
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I’llsayonethingfor my woman, my Sophie, she’s fucking insatiable in bed, and while I would have fucked her into the mattress once we got back in the bedroom and stripped off, there were more important things to deal with first.
I straddled her naked body, and pressed her hands down by her head.
“You’ll be my old lady. I’m not asking. I’m informing you. This is a decisionI’vemade. Got it?”
She shuddered beneath me, her head bobbing rapidly in agreement, but I wasn’t done.
“Can’t make that happen until the club’s patched over, and I’m inked back in, but until then, you’ll be my wife. We’re getting married. ASAP. Again, it’s not a request, because that’s not what you want. You want me to keep you, and this is me doing that. I’m gonna make you mine in every possible way.”
She practically undulated beneath me, and my dick throbbed with need. Things felt like they were getting settled here, and I never thought it’d happen, but I wasn’t about to let her get away from me now.
“Mine, Soph.Say it.”
“Definitely all yours, Micro, now and forever.”
“That’s my girl. Now spread those thighs, so I can eat you until you scream.”
I wasn’t sure what it was about going down on women that I loved so much, but even so, until I met Sophie, it had never been such a deep intense need as it was now. I needed to taste her, and I needed to watch her, from my position between her sweet legs, as her whole body trembled and convulsed with the pleasure I gave her.
“Oh god,” Soph gasped, at that first long lick that sent a shot of fire through me, and the need to eat her intensified. I couldn’t get enough of her taste, and I wouldn’t stop until she couldn’t take anymore.
“Lay back and take it, babe, I’m gonna tongue-fuck you into a fucking coma.”
She giggled, and that giggle turned to a ragged gasp, as I pressed her apart with my thumbs, and buried my tongue deep inside her, wriggling it back and forth, as her taste filled my mouth and I groaned. She had to have been made for me, which I in no way deserved, but I would never be a good enough man to let her escape now.
I fucked her rapidly with my tongue, swallowing every mouthful of her taste I could, so she could fill me, just like I’d be filling her soon enough.
“Fuck! Micro!” I loved her voice screaming my name like that. Loved my name, now that I’d heard it from her lips. Now that I’d heard it said with something other than amusement, or mocking, or disgust. She said it with love, with need, with want. My fucking old lady had claimed me long before I claimed her.
I kept tonguing her, as her orgasm practically drowned me, and then I pulled back, dragging a hand over my face, and licking my palm in one slow, seductive glide.
“Oh god!” Her face was deep red, and she was gasping.
