Part 29 (2/2)

Which had only made me smile.

I knew she was just concerned, but I had to get moving some time. And now was as good as any. It'd been six weeks since I was released from the hospital, and nine weeks since the accident. It was bound to happen sometime, and I'd gotten the okay from my doctor for light activity.

And I was grateful. I was extremely tired of fis.h.i.+ng and sitting on my a.s.s.

There was one bright spot in my life.

Baylee had moved into my house.

At first, it wasn't a permanent move, only until I was well enough to be there on my own. But, over time, it became something more. Something that meant something to the both of us.

I'd asked her, officially, to move in with me a week ago.

She'd put her house on the market the next day.

She'd started back to work a little over four weeks ago, taking her vacation time to help me get back on my feet.

I'd never been so smothered in my life.

To add to that was the members of my own club. They came by day and night, constantly. One would leave, and another would show up. I hadn't been left alone in well over two months.

I loved them all, but a man could only take so much.

And now, two hours after Baylee had left, she showed up with my truck loaded down with boxes, and I had to control the urge to yell.

I'd told her I'd send my men over there to get the s.h.i.+t, but, of course, she'd done it out of spite. Stubborn little b.i.t.c.h.

”What the h.e.l.l is that?” I yelled, stomping down the porch steps until I got to the cab of the truck and yanked her door open.

She glared at me with her arms crossed against her chest. ”What is what?” She asked innocently.

My eyes narrowed before I s.n.a.t.c.hed her up from the cab and yanked her bodily against me.

”You know what, you s.h.i.+t.” I growled against her lips.

”You made me mad.” She said indignantly.

She started squirming, and my raging libido came roaring back to life. I'd wanted her for weeks now. Pined for her, and she wouldn't touch me.

It was against doctor's orders, and she'd told me straight up that she wouldn't be touching me until I was released. Which bothered me to no end because I couldn't get myself off with my own hand anymore. My d.i.c.k didn't want my hand. It wanted the real f.u.c.king thing. And the real f.u.c.king thing wasn't giving it to me; I had nine weeks of pent up frustration roaring to jet out of me.

And her body.

She was starting to show. She had a little tiny baby b.u.mp, and it made my d.i.c.k harder than ever to know she was carrying a part of me with her. I was so beyond ready to f.u.c.k the woman that I couldn't stand it.

”Put me down. I weigh too much for you to be picking up.” She squealed, as I devoured her neck with my tongue and mouth.

I nipped her shoulder for that foolish comment. ”You're not too big, honey. You're just right. Your pretty little a.s.s is perfect for me. Are you fond of these pants?”

I ground my raging erection into her roughly, making her moan.

”No...why?”

My answer was to rip the f.u.c.kers at the crotch seam.

”What about the panties?” I asked, fisting them in my hand.

She shook her head this time, and I tore.

She squeaked adorably.

After that, I wasted no time in unbuckling my belt, unb.u.t.toning my pants, and shoving my pants and underwear down to my knees.

My bare a.s.s. .h.i.t the cool November air, but I didn't relent.

My d.i.c.k was so hard it was unbearably uncomfortable and I needed to be inside of her now.

Leaning forward, I forced her back up against the truck and pinned her body with mine.

I pressed the ruddy head of my c.o.c.k against the heat of her, rubbed the smooth head of it along her seam to coat it in her juices, and then placed it at her entrance.

With one lunge, I was buried to my b.a.l.l.s inside of her.

I hadn't remembered.

My memories didn't do her p.u.s.s.y justice.

She was so hot and slick that I nearly blew my load right then and there.

”I can't wait to come inside of you. I've done nothing but dream of it since I was released from the hospital.” I panted, grinding my d.i.c.k even deeper inside of her.

Her eyes were glazed with pa.s.sion as she met mine. ”Stop talking and do it then.”

f.u.c.k. Yes.

My d.i.c.k was sliding into her like a dream. Her overheated core was hugging my d.i.c.k so tightly that I knew I'd be blowing in a matter of moments.

”Touch yourself. Make yourself come. Quick.” I demanded, gritting my teeth in pleasure.

Her hot little hand moved from clutching my shoulder to her c.l.i.t without being asked twice.

Squeezing my eyes shut tightly, I removed my eyes from the erotic show she was putting on, willing my d.i.c.k to settle down so I could hold on to my control. What little of it there was.

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