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The first push of the thick head of his dick has me pushing back, allowing it to slip inside, the coating of lube allowing a smooth entry. It’s the slow penetration that has my passage burning and the ripples of pleasure running through me. I know Saint can feel them when he groans and leans in to suck the skin on my neck. “Ride me, boy.”
As soon as he’s fully inside me, I obey, and even with his hands on my bum, the feelings coursing through me have me grinding down. My thighs start to burn, but I won’t stop until he’s coming inside me.
“Fuck, yes. Like that, don’t stop.” Saint pants, his hands now in control of my movements. Then he cries out, squeezing my bruised skin tight enough to force my own orgasm to the surface.
I flop forward, leaning my head on his shoulder. “Thank you.” The laugh rumbles through his chest, making me lift my head to look at him.
“You never need to thank me for all we’ve done tonight. I can say for sure that it’s totally my pleasure.”
“It’s not for tonight. It’s for taking a chance on me. On my work and this. This life.”
The gym is as busy as always. As I give the room a cursory glance, Tate and Roman stop their chatter and look at me. Roman gives me a cheery smile and a quick wave. Tate stares, his eyes ice cold and his jaw tight. I’m not going to get into any of his tantrums or rants. He’s never been mine, so I’m not sure why he’s so against Noah. Did he think he stood a chance of something more with me? I’ve never given him, or any of the subs I’ve played with, the idea I was looking for a partner. Choosing to ignore him, I turn away, heading for the office and Knox.
“Hey, brother, what’s up?” I greet him as he looks up from frowning at the screen. He works too many hours here, rarely giving himself any downtime. I don’t know why he doesn’t give himself some slack and have some fun. I can’t even remember the last time he was at Bound.
“Huh, oh nothing, just busy as usual. Are you okay to take Royal’s class tonight?”
“Sure, it’s why I’m here.” It’s a parent-teacher night at his school and rather than let the kids down by cancelling the class, I’m taking it.
“Where’s Noah? Is he here too?” Knox looks past me, then scowls. I look over my shoulder to see what has himconcerned. It’s Tate and Roman weaving through the machines, heading our way. “God, what’s up with them now?” he mutters under his breath.
“Trouble?” I’ve had enough of Tate and his attitude.
“No, not really. It’s more the way they’re behaving, strutting around like they own the place and pestering some of the other members. Mainly the ones they know from the clubs. It’s more Tate than Roman, but where one goes, the other follows.”
“Do want me to have a word?” I’m more than happy to burst Tate’s over inflated ego. Especially after the daggers he threw at Noah in Bound.
“Nah, leave him to me. I can handle him,” Knox says with a wry smile.
“Don’t get too involved with him, Knox. He’s a spoilt little brat.” I give him a smile and go and find the kids for some soccer. The session is fun, the laughter rings out alongside the cheers when someone scores.
“Hey, Saint.” One of the girls, Esme, comes over to me when I’m handing out bottles of water at the end of the session. “Can you do something for me?”
“If it’s legal, of course. What do you want?”
“I’m going to a sleepover with some friends tonight, and I was kinda wondering if you could draw a unicorn on my arm. I can colour it in, but I’m not good enough at drawing to do it myself. I keep practicing, but I don’t get better.” She holds out a biro.
I take it from her, cocking my head to the side. “Am I going to get into trouble with your mum?” I know that her mumis struggling to keep down a full-time job and look after the four kids after her partner upped and left her.
“No, she said as long as it’s not a Sharpie, then it’s fine. It will wash off.” Her smile is contagious, and I find myself taking the pen from her hand.
And that’s how for the next hour, I find myself drawing tattoos on all the kids’ arms. My phone buzzes in my pocket, making me put a halt to the dragon I was drawing on Owen’s arm. It’s a message from Noah.
Noah: I’m with Knox in the office.
I spin my head around and look to the office, the door is shut. What’s he doing, and how did he get here. I turn back to look at the drawing and all the kids around me. Luckily, Owen seems to be the last one. With a flourish, I finish the tail and put down the pen. “Has everyone who wanted a tattoo got one?” I call out, and I get a cheer from them all. “See you next week then. Be good and stay out of trouble.” I clap my hands, letting them leave the area.
I do the last bit of tidying up, most has been done by the kids, but I check to make sure there are no bottles or wrappers lying around and head to the locker rooms to change out of the soccer gear and into my sweats. I had planned on working out after the session, but with Noah here, he’s all I want.
The office door opens as I approach, and Noah stands in the entrance, smiling at me. He’s dressed casually, dark blue jeans and a long-sleeved T-shirt. His hair is styled in its usual scruffy but hot way. It won’t stay like it for long, not when I want to grip it tightly as I kiss him. “This is a nice surprise,” I tell him and pull him up to my body. He sighs with the contact, his hands snaking around my waist to tuck into my waistband.
“I got bored waiting, so I thought I’d meet you, and we can go out for dinner.” He beams at me, his eyes shining brightly with happiness. How the fuck did I get so lucky? Without caring who’s around, I turn the kiss into something so much more. As I bite on his bottom lip, he lets out a guttural moan that has my dick standing to immediate attention, and he parts his lips, letting me dive in and consume him. As always, he allows me, only gripping my T-shirt for support as his legs go weak.
It's easy to get lost in the moment with him, and soon, he pulls back, probably thanks to the wolf whistles and cat calls that come from Knox. “I’d rather have you for dinner,” I growl and chase his mouth for one more kiss.
“I can be dessert, how about that?” He giggles when I grab his arse, then land a heavy smack on it.
“Sounds good to me. Let’s go.” I grab his hand, and after telling Knox I’ll see him tomorrow, I drag my boy to my truck.
