Claiming Crusher (Savage Brothers MC #4)(86)

She’s bent over our bed, making it and smoothing out wrinkles. She’s got on some cute little hot-ass shorts and a red t-shirt that says badass bitch on it. My eyes are glued to the way the fringe on her shorts plays and caresses the mound of her ass cheek, almost letting me see the curve and my patience snaps.

“Are you ever going to let me f*ck you again?”

She straightens slowly and turns to me. Her hair has grown back out some, it’s now almost to the top of her neck. The bruises have left her face and there’s nothing but one very small scar under her chin. She still wears that damn dark red lip stick that instantly makes my cock hard. Under the thin strap of her top you can see her new tattoo. She thought the scar where she tried to take her own life was ugly. I thought it was beautiful. I had her get a tattoo over it and she agreed, she even allowed me to pick what I wanted. I think she thought I would choose my name. Don’t get me wrong, I fully intend too. Still, I wanted the one word that summed up what that scar was all about. So in flowing letters covered in barb wire and roses the word Courage brands my woman. That’s my woman. That’s my woman to a f*cking T…

“Excuse me?”

“I didn’t stutter Hellcat, I asked if you’re ever going to let me f*ck you again.”

“Zander, I’ve been…I mean… You want to have sex?” She asks finally and Jesus what kind of question is that to ask a man?

“Are you f*cking kidding me? Junior is slowly dying and withering away, Hellcat. I’m dying to get back inside you.”

“I’m scarred up pretty bad, Zander.”

“You’re f*cking gorgeous.”

“I…Shit, Zander you might not…I mean, I might not…”

“Strip, Dani.”

“Zander…”

I walk to her then. She’s nervous. Motherf*cker! How could I have been so stupid? I turn her so her back is to me and then pull her shirt over her head. I don’t give her time to question anything. I unlatch her bra and throw it on the ground with her shirt. I pull her back against me. My arm sliding across her warm breasts, as I kiss the side of her neck.

“Zander…I’m scared.”

“I got you,” I answer, sliding my other hand around to undo her shorts.

“I’m lost,” she says. “I can’t even find myself,” but even as she says it her lips are turning to mine, and her hand comes up to pull my head down to her.

I don’t let her pull me in until my eyes find hers.

“Then hold on Hellcat, because I got you and I’m not letting you go. Believe in that,” I tell her.

I see a smile slide onto her lips and that’s when I claim them. I drink in her taste like the man I am. A man who has been starving for over a f*cking month for his woman. I push her shorts and underwear down to her knees, before I even break the kiss.

“This is going to go fast, Hellcat,” I tell her and I’m mourning it. It’s her first time making love since the attack. A better man would be slow and soft with her. He would make her see how f*cking beautiful she is. I promise I’ll give her that soon, I just think it’s beyond me at this point.

“Take me…take me just like this…”

Now, I’m not a foolish man that would ever turn down a plea like that, but something in her tone makes me stop and realize I was worried about going too fast for a reason. I can’t take her like this. I need her to look in my eyes when I love her. I need her to see the truth, that to me she is the most beautiful person on the face of the Earth.

For that reason and that reason alone, I pull back.

“Step out of your clothes Hellcat and get on the bed,” I order.

“Zander…”

“Do it now, Dani. It’s time I show you the f*cking man you’ve tied yourself too.”

“Jesus, we’ve been together for a while now. I think I know,” she grumbles, but she does as I order.

I take my clothes off, without saying anything else. Her eyes never leave me though and the hunger on her face is all I need to know. I’m doing the right thing.

“Do you want my cock?

“God, yes.”

I stroke myself watching her closely. She’s lying on the bed naked and motherf*cker, a weaker man would come right then.

“Spread your legs, Dani. Let me see my *.”

She swallows nervously but does as I tell her to. She’s got a neatly trimmed * now, letting that soft brown hair cover her mound. The sight of it f*cking turns me on.

“Do you know how f*cking beautiful you are, Dani?”

“Zander…”

“You’re every f*cking wet dream I’ve ever had in my life.”

“Zander…”

“Except for one thing…”

She freezes, looking up at me. Her hand automatically goes to her stomach and I shake my head. I know it worries her. I see how she looks at me when she’s around Diesel’s baby boy, Ryan.

“I’m a selfish son of a bitch, Hellcat. I don’t want to share your f*cking body with anyone—not even our child. We can adopt. You’d be a wonderful mother and I’d be proud to have kids with you, but that f*cking body of yours is mine.”

She tilts her head to the side and looks at me, like she’s having trouble believing me, “You want to adopt a child…with me?”