Part 8 (1/2)

He went rigid and the pleasure induced fog I'd been floating around inside of instantly cleared. Oh no. Ohnononono. I did not just say that. There was no way he was going to understand what he meant to me. I barely understood it; I just accepted that it just was.

”Wait...that's not what I meant,” I stammered. ”I didn't... I don't...”

Deuce wasn't listening to me; he was moving me off of him, laying me down on my back, settling his hips between my thighs and pus.h.i.+ng back inside of me.

”Say it again, Eva,” He growled.

I bit my lip.

”Babe. Say it again.”

I didn't. Mostly because he was inside of me again, so full, so big and he was f.u.c.king me deliciously slow. I went soft beneath him, staring up into his eyes. Eyes that I could never look away from. Eyes that pulled me inside of him where it was warm and safe. Eyes that I loved. And that's when I realized he wasn't f.u.c.king me. He was making love to me.

”Say it,” He demanded, his expression fierce. Dominant. Possessive.

”I...didn't mean- He pulled his hips back and slammed inside of me. ”You love me. Say it.”

”No, I meant- ”You love me.”

I gave up. ”Yes,” I cried. ”I love you! I've loved you forever!”

His eyes closed and his head dropped to my chest. ”f.u.c.k,” He whispered.

”Deuce,” I whispered.

He looked up at me. ”Yeah baby,” He asked hoa.r.s.ely. His eyes were hooded, his mouth slightly parted, his breath coming in short hard pants. Beads of sweat dotted his brow. He wasn't Deuce, bad a.s.s biker and I wasn't Eva, his rival's bad a.s.s biker's daughter. He was a dangerously beautiful man and I was a woman he wanted and it was so f.u.c.king beautiful. I wanted to freeze time and stay in this moment with him forever, touching, f.u.c.king and loving.

”Come on me,” I said, driven only by need. ”I want you to come all over me.”

His body went stiff, his nostrils flared. He barely had enough time to pull out of me before his body let go.

”G.o.d baby...f.u.c.k...f.u.c.king G.o.d.”

Watching Deuce o.r.g.a.s.m was absolutely beautiful, Aurora Borealis kind of beautiful. His face drew in tightly then loosened as his release began. For a moment he looked younger than he was, young and vulnerable like I remembered him looking the day I'd met him. His eyes were glazed over, his lids at half mast. A small noisy breath pa.s.sed through his lips and swept warmly over my b.r.e.a.s.t.s. Wet warmth shot up over my stomach and chest and suddenly Deuce's fingers were inside of me, pumping. My s.e.x clenched and clenched again, throwing me into o.r.g.a.s.m.

Taking his fingers away, he slid his hand over my body rubbing his liquid heat into the skin on my stomach and b.r.e.a.s.t.s, down between my thighs, and up into my s.e.x, staring into my eyes the entire time.

He was marking me.

Claiming me.

Owning me.

”Say it again,” He demanded.

”I love you, Deuce,” I whispered.

CHAPTER SIX:.

My eyelids fluttered open and I blinked sleepily. The thick, steel band around my stomach tightened.

I lifted my arm behind me and encircled Deuce's neck, pulling his head down until I could see his eyes. ”Morning,” I breathed.

His hand left my belly and moved lower, cupping me. I lifted my leg and hooked my foot behind his knee. He made a hungry noise in the back of his throat that I felt all the way to my toes.

”You sore?” He asked roughly.

”Uh huh,” I whispered. ”In a really, really good way.”

He chuckled. ”You want it?”

”Please,” I breathed.

”You want it hard?”

”Please,” I breathed.

”b.i.t.c.h is gonna kill me,” He laughed. ”Keep wantin' it raw.”

Oh G.o.d, he was teasing me. Here we were lying in his bed and he was teasing me. It was so...domestic. I loved it.

He groaned as he entered me and I whimpered as I stretched for him, molded around him, drenching him and then finally, eagerly accepting him. All of him.

I came and I came hard.

Shaking his head, he let out an amused grunt. ”f.u.c.k. Never seen a woman catch fire the way you do, darlin'. The way you squeeze my c.o.c.k and that body of yours shakin' so hard while you scream in my ear and pull my f.u.c.kin' hair and claw up my f.u.c.kin' back. When I let you outta my bed darlin' I'm gonna be spendin' the rest of my life thinkin' 'bout that p.u.s.s.y and not findin' anything that comes close and, babe, my b.a.l.l.s are gonna f.u.c.kin' explode.”

We switched positions and he started moving again, this time with vigor; hard and fast, skin slapping skin. Then slow and sweet, our sweat slicked bodies sliding against one another.

There was nothing else quite like it. And there was no one else quite like Deuce.

”Oh f.u.c.k!” I cried out, cursing and clawing through my second o.r.g.a.s.m. ”Holy f.u.c.king s.h.i.+t!”

He grinned down at me, all beautiful blue eyes and laugh lines and dimples.

”There it is,” He rumbled appreciatively. ”There's my f.u.c.kin' girl.”

His girl.

How long had I been waiting to hear him say that?

After f.u.c.king Eva all morning, she had fallen asleep again. It was late afternoon now and Deuce and a few of his boys were drinking brews and grilling steaks out back of the clubhouse.