Owned & Untamed (Back Down Devil MC #11)(73)
I had put money on Jim’s fight on my own, along with all the other guys. So the sixty-five we paid to Ivan was nothing compared to what we all made. Not to mention after Carlo’s death, another top member of the Hell Five got in touch with Trev to settle the score, which resulted in the club getting the original fifty thousand they stole from us. Funny how that shit worked sometimes.
Jim gave up the bottle and traded it for between Maggie’s legs. Still a dangerous addiction to have but at least he was happier than ever.
The MC was pushing forward, like we were meant to be, Trev at the head of the table, smacking the gavel and the rest of us causing hell.
We knew that the reaper was out there waiting to call our numbers. Until then we just drank whiskey, made loud noises, and rode our motorcycles, screaming into the midnight sky.
But tonight I wasn’t riding into the midnight sky.
I was just simply riding Belle.
My hands held her perfectly round ass as I thrust into her. Her * sheathed me tight, her hands holding the sheets as she pressed back against my movements. Our bodies collided with a beautiful sound. Her cries bounced off the walls of my bedroom.
I loved that f*cking sound.
My balls were wound tight and the muscles in my legs were tight.
“Fuck, sweetie, get ready for me,” I warned.
Belle threw her hair back and looked back at me. “Go… now.”
Her eyes were seductive and on fire.
I pulled out of her and hurried to turn her around. I wanted to look into her eyes and see her tits dance for me as I came inside her. She let out a whimper as I pressed my thumb to her clit, twisting, feeling her hips buck at me. I ran my hand up and then took hold of her by her hips. I f*cked forward and sank back into her *. I went deep and held there, gritting my teeth and thrusting.
Belle groaned and arched her back.
I lowered my mouth down to her left breast and devoured her. My tongue flicked against her nipple. I pulled away using my teeth against her nipple, making her wiggle. That little move was all my cock could take. Our eyes met a second before I started to come. I pulled back, my cock losing control, and then I plowed forward again. Our lips and tongues met and I kissed her as hard as I f*cked her as I came. I couldn’t control myself around Belle. My cock craved her body the way my heart craved her love. It was insatiable and I couldn’t get enough. If she were a drug there would be getting off her.
Once we were done, I gently made love to her again, always making sure she felt me nice and slow. I loved the way she came when I f*cked her slow. The way her body shuddered and how her insides quivered. The way she latched her mouth to my chest or shoulder, biting at me, jerking her * at me, deep down knowing she always wanted it harder and faster. Making love to Belle was my way of torturing her wildest desires.
My tank was dry - for the moment - and I pulled out of her. I climbed off the bed and got dressed.
“Come on, sweetie, I have a surprise for you,” I said.
“What?” Belle asked. “Right now?”
“On the roof on the clubhouse.”
“Are you going to f*ck me again?”
I grinned. “Only if you beg.”
Belle laughed and I helped her off the bed. She threw on some PJ’s, which only drove me nuts because she wore no panties and no bra. Just pants and a hoodie. I wanted to fight anyone who caught a glimpse of her like that.
The clubhouse was loud and rowdy. I heard Cash’s booming voice daring someone to take a body shot out of his ass. Then a glass shattered and everyone started to laugh. Looking at me made me wonder how in the f*ck I even gave a shit about nights like that.
We climbed the ladder up to the roof. I had a prospect set all the shit up for me. He cleaned up the table and chairs, put down a blanket, brought up some food, and had an ice cold six pack of beer. We were just hours from sunrise and what better way to experience it?
I let Belle sit down first.
There were two bottles of beer on the table, caps already off.
“Have a drink,” I said with a smile.
Belle looked at me weird and then reached for the bottle. She lifted it to her lips, not realizing there was a ring on the neck. It touched her mouth and she pulled the bottle away, the ring falling into her lap.
That’s when I dropped down in front of her and grabbed her hand and the ring.
Belle’s eyes went wide.
She knew what was coming but I was going to ask it anyway. A real outlaw needed a real woman who would become his wife and the mother to his children.
I already knew the answer to my question though. Belle had been mine from the moment we met.
And I would spend the rest of my life saving her because she had already saved me.
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