Chapter 33

King/Dante

Ella and I fell asleep on the couch, snuggled up together. It had already been late when I was released from custody, and it was even later by the time we'd finished talking. I'd felt like a weight had been lifted from me with my quasi-confession to Ella that I'd avenged BeBe's murder. I'd left out the part about Cowboy being at my side, because that part wasn't mine to tell.

I woke up a little after three in the morning. My arm was asleep where it was wrapped around her, and I knew her neck would probably hurt from the angle her head was tilted. I gently woke her, then told her to head up to bed while I turned the lights off and locked up.

She gave me a sleepy smile as she walked toward the stairs, and by the time I joined her, she was curled up on her side of the bed. I curled my body around hers, loving to spoon her as we fell asleep.

Her alarm went off a few hours later, and she grumbled as she turned it off. She spent a minute or two tapping away at the screen, then smiled as she laid the phone back down on her nightstand.

"I just emailed my boss to let him know I need the day off," she said, trailing her fingers down the side of my neck and then through the hair on my chest.

"What a coincidence," I said with a smile. "I took the day off, too."

I didn't want to push for sex, since I knew the wounds I'd opened up with my lies were still tender. I wanted to heal them. I wanted to heal her, but I wanted it to be on her timeline. I wanted to give her the power to guide our next steps.

I'd told her that last night. She had whispered a thank you, and then laid her head on my chest and fallen asleep.

So, I forced myself to get out of bed, taking a quick shower before heading downstairs to start cooking breakfast. Ella had the ingredients for my mom's blueberry pancakes, so I started mixing the batter while she was in the shower. I waited to pour the batter onto the griddle until I heard her making her way down the stairs.

She was fresh-faced and beautiful, with her hair in a ponytail. I definitely approved of the way her T-shirt clung to her full tits, and the curve of her ass in the shorts she had on. I reached down and adjusted my dick, which started to thicken against my zipper. Jesus, I hoped she took pity on me before I had a permanent case of blue balls.

Ella raved about my pancake-making skills as she ate every bite. After a quick kitchen clean-up, we discussed going for a ride on my bike later.

I took her hand and led her into the living room, where we snuggled down into what was quickly becoming our corner of the couch. "I have a confession to make, sugar. When I put you on the back of my bike for the first time, I was basically announcing to the club that you're my Ol' Lady."

She looked up at me in shock, and I explained about the traditions of my family, and most of the bikers in our MC.

She raised a brow and gave me a pointed look. "So, does that mean I get one of those cuts with your name on the back?"

I nodded. "I ordered it a few days after our first ride. It's in my office at the clubhouse. I've just been waiting for the right time to give it to you."

She smiled and laid her head back down on my shoulder, and a moment later, I felt the soft press of her lips on my neck. She shifted slightly so she could nibble her way up my neck, then she gently captured my earlobe between her teeth and tugged. That shot a jolt of pleasure through my body, and I groaned as my hand tightened on her waist. The other one grabbed hold of her ponytail. I wound it around my fist and used it to guide her head back, then swooped down for a kiss.

She shimmied onto my lap to straddle me as the kiss deepened. When she sank down on me and began to grind her cotton-covered pussy against me, I couldn't decide if I was in heaven or hell. My dick was rock-hard and pressing against my zipper in a way that bordered on painful, but the urge to grab her hips and pull her tighter was almost fucking impossible to resist.

I tore my mouth from hers and stared down into her pretty blue eyes. My breathing was harsh, and my body was tense.

"Sugar, tell me what you want," I pleaded, needing to hear from her that she was ready for more.

"I want to take my sexy ass upstairs to my room, and I want to get naked and bend over for you." I tensed as I recognized those words, but by the time I'd opened my mouth to apologize once more, Ella flashed a seductive smile and slipped off my lap.

"I'll be waiting for you," she promised, then strutted to the bottom of the stairs, pulling her shirt off and tossing it aside on the way. She turned around to look at me, laughing when she saw the stunned look on my face as I stared at her tits barely covered by black lace.

"I have another yoga position I thought we could try," she said with a laugh, then turned and ran up the stairs.

I willed myself to count to thirty, and then to thirty again. I was pretty fucking sure I missed a few numbers in the middle, because I was too busy imagining Ella in the thong that matched that black bra.

I stood up and ripped my T-shirt over my head, dropping it on the living room floor as I started up the stairs. I took them two at a time, unbuckling my belt and unfastening my jeans as I went. I rounded the corner into her bedroom and stopped short at the vision in front of me.

Ella stood in the center of the room, completely naked. She was looked confident and proud, but I detected the faintest hint of self-consciousness under her bravado. I stripped off my jeans and boxers without taking my eyes off her for a second.

Her gaze zeroed in on my cock, which slapped against my abdomen as it was freed from the constricting fabric. I gripped my length lightly and gave it a tug, then circled the base and squeezed to get myself under control. I had the random thought that I should look into getting a cock ring, so I could last longer with her. That had never been a problem in the past, but it sure as hell was with Ella.

She licked her lips and took a few steps toward me, then dropped to her knees. What followed could only be described as sheer fucking bliss, as she worked me over, sucking me to the back of her throat and swallowing around the head of my dick. She reached up and cupped my balls, then I felt her fingertips sliding over the skin right behind my sac. She pressed up against the spot, and I groaned as I clamped my hands on either side of her head and held on tight.

She sucked harder, and then pulled off to suck a finger in her mouth. Before I could even think, she swallowed me down, and slid her finger along that spot again. She didn't stop this time, but continued on, gently sliding her finger between the cheeks of my ass and brushing over my asshole. My whole body clenched at the foreign touch, and then I groaned even louder when she did it again. She rimmed me lightly, never attempting to press inside, and my body lit up as nerve endings that had never been stimulated before came roaring to life.

I almost nutted on the spot, and that just wasn't going to happen. Not until my woman got hers first.

I took a deep breath and mentally apologized to my dick as I pulled out of her mouth. I gripped her ponytail and tugged her head back as I grinned down at her.

"Do you know what I was doing this morning, while I was waiting for you to come down for breakfast?" She shook her head slightly in confusion as she stared up at me.

"I checked my email, sugar, and my results are back. Everything's clear. Did you get yours back yet?" She nodded and whispered that hers were negative, too.

I held out a hand to help her to her feet, keeping the other one fisting her ponytail. I leaned down to press my lips lightly against the curve of her ear.

"Then I'm going to fuck you raw, Ella. I need to mark you as mine, inside and out." She shivered as my breath skated over her delicate skin. I breathed deeply, inhaling her sweet vanilla, sugary scent, then brought my other hand up to circle her throat.

"I need to see my cum spilling out of you, sugar. I need to know that you're mine." Her breath caught in her throat and her pupils dilated, then a grin stretched across her lips. They were lush and red, and slightly swollen from sucking me off. I couldn't resist their lure, and kissed her deeply, using my tongue to tease hers until she moaned and wrapped her arms around me. I almost got distracted by the feel of her naked body against mine. I lifted my head and smiled at the dazed expression on her face.

"Now, show me this yoga pose you mentioned," I commanded.

She pulled away from my hold and sauntered back to the middle of the room. I tilted my head to watch the almost hypnotic sway of her ass, and she laughed she looked over her shoulder and caught me.

"Like what you see?" she asked playfully, but again, I could see the hint of doubt she was trying to hide. I hated myself, and vowed to rid her off those thoughts, even if it took the rest of my life to do it.

"I love what I see, almost as much as I love you , Ella," I answered truthfully.

She smiled then, and it was so filled with love that it almost brought me to my knees. Then it turned wicked and seductive as she told me, "Watch closely, love. This is called Standing Forward Bend."

She straightened her spine and put her feet together with her back to me. She slowly rolled her body forward until she was bent nearly double, then grasped the back of her calves just above her ankles.

I caught a glimpse of her pretty, pink pussy between her creamy thighs and lurched forward, dropping to one knee to run the flat of my tongue between her slick folds and up over the puckered back entrance I was dying to explore one day soon.

She moaned and her legs trembled, but she held her pose as I licked again, then flicked the tip of my tongue around the tight ring of muscle.

I stood up and tapped my index finger against her hole. "Soon, sugar," I vowed.

I ran my hands over the curve of her ass, testing my grip on her hips as I studied the angle she was at. I knew I'd hit deeper than ever like this, and I couldn't fucking wait to sink into her tight heat.

I'd never fucked a woman in this position before, and I bit my tongue to keep from asking if she'd ever done it like this either. Then I pushed those thoughts aside. No one else belonged in this moment besides the two of us.

I stepped up behind her, spreading my legs so that I could brace myself. I gripped her hip with one hand and my cock with the other, then ran the tip along her entrance. She was so wet she was almost dripping, and I couldn't wait one more second to be balls-deep inside her. I grabbed her other hip and held her firmly in place as I thrust my hips forward, impaling her partway on my cock. I didn't want to hurt her, and knew I need to be careful at this angle, so I pulled out to the tip, and thrust forward halfway again. After the third time, Ella's inner muscles clamped down on me as I tried to pull back.

My eyes almost rolled back at the sensation just as she moaned. "Fuck me, Dante. Give me every inch."

Her plea was all I needed. I gripped her hips tighter and powered into her in one long, hard stroke, making us both groan. I threw my head back as I pounded into her, my heavy balls slapping against her with every thrust.

I could tell by her cries that I was hitting her sweet spot just right, and her juices gushed around the base of my cock and soaked us both. It didn't take long for my balls to pull up tight, and I urged Ella on, needing her to finish first.

I shifted one hand, swiping some of her wetness up with my thumb, then pressed it against the tightly puckered ring that had been teasing me since the first time I saw it. I rubbed circles as I pressed, and her muscles gave way, allowing my thumb to slide inside her tight channel.

She cried out and her inner walls clamped down on my cock as she came. I followed her almost instantly. The pleasure was so intense that I was worried for a second that I might black out, but I remained standing by sheer will.

My heart thundered and I gasped for air, thinking not for the first time that if this was the way I left this damned earth, I'd die a happy man.

Later, after we'd showered again in her cramped bathroom, we decided the bike ride could wait until evening. We curled up in her bed together, and laid there quietly, both lost in our thoughts.

"I want to marry you, Ella." I said so suddenly that I startled her. She leaned up on her elbow to look at me, her blue eyes wide with shock.

"I know I may be moving too fast for you, but I don't want to wait one more day to have the kind of life that my sons have, and that my parents had." She teared up and opened her mouth to speak but I put my finger over her lips to stop her. I was afraid she would say no. I pressed her head back down to my chest, so that her cheek was right over my heart.

"Do you hear that, sugar? My heart is yours. Every beat is for you, and it always will be. Please marry me."

She lifted her head up and looked at me with a tremulous smile and tears in her eyes.

"Yes, love, I want that more than anything."

We never got around to the bike ride that day.