Chapter 10

10

PHANTOM

“ F uck, yes, sweet girl. Ride me, take me deep. Fuck!”

“Oh, Kian! Yes!”

Tessa’s head dropped back, and her long auburn hair tickled my thighs as she bounced on my dick. I cupped her big tits, filling my hands and massaging them while I bucked my hips to meet her every time she dropped.

Her pace increased, and I pinched her nipples, making her cry out as her movements became wild and frantic. She looked like a goddess above me, and if I hadn’t been so consumed with passion, I might have taken a second to revel in awe that she belonged to me.

But at that moment, I couldn't focus on anything except her pussy clutching my dick like it never wanted to let go…and my determination to knock her up. I grasped her hips and slammed her down onto my cock a few more times before she exploded with a scream that rang off the walls.

I roared her name as I followed her over the edge, and my body convulsed with the strength of my climax.

“You are so fucking sexy, baby,” I breathed as I stared at her gorgeous, naked body sitting astride mine.

She fell onto my chest as if she had no energy to hold herself up. I knew exactly how she felt. But even if I’d been able to move, I didn’t want to. I held her close, my dick still sheathed in her channel, keeping as much of my come as possible from leaking out.

I could feel her heartbeat against my chest, and it began to slow, becoming in sync with mine.

“I could say the same about you,” she panted.

A smile stretched across my face, and I hugged her before rolling us over so she was on her back. “Tell me you’re mine, sweet girl.”

Tessa giggled, probably because it was a frequent demand of mine. “I’m yours, Kian.”

“Fucking right,” I agreed. “And I want every motherfucker who looks at you to know it.”

She laughed and hugged me tightly. “I’m not getting your name tattooed on my forehead, Kian,” she muttered teasingly. I’d joked about it a few times, although I did love the idea of my name inked on her silky skin somewhere on her body.

However, that wasn’t a big enough statement to warn away other men.

Forcing myself to leave her perfect warmth, I withdrew—smirking when she whimpered in protest—and climbed off the bed. I padded over to the closet where someone had hung my present for Tessa. First, I reached up to the top shelf and retrieved the surprise I’d brought back a couple of days ago. I put it in the vest pocket before removing it from the hanger. Then I shut the door and made my way back to the bed, holding the cut at my side. Once I was standing next to it, I crooked my finger at my woman. “C’mere, sweet girl.”

She hadn’t quite gotten over her shyness in the bedroom—despite her uninhibited behavior once she lost herself to our passion—so she wrapped the sheet around her before scooting to the edge of the bed.

I held out my hand, and she took it, letting me help her to her feet. Then I grabbed the sheet and yanked, ripping it away from her. She gasped and moved to cover herself, but I glared at her until she dropped her hands to her sides. “Don’t hide your body from me, Tessa,” I growled. “You’re mine, and when I want to see your sexy body, you will show it to me. Mine .”

Her cheeks bloomed with pink, but the corners of her mouth lifted, and she nodded.

“I want you to wear this, sweet girl.” I held up the leather vest, first showing her the back, which was taken up by the Silver Saints patch, along with the words, “Property of Phantom.”

Tessa’s mouth opened into a surprised little O, and she looked from it to me, her eyes wide and questioning. “You want me to be your old lady?”

I rolled my eyes and turned the cut around to show her that her name was stitched on the front. “Did you really think I wouldn't ask the woman I love to be my old lady? I’ve claimed you, and I’m doing my best to knock you the fuck up. Of course I want you to wear my property patch.”

Holding up the vest, I gestured for her to turn around so I could slip it up her arms and settle it on her shoulders. When I turned her back around, I smiled with satisfaction. Then I quirked an eyebrow when I saw her glazed eyes and the stunned look on her face.

“You love me?” she whispered, her mouth spreading into a beautiful smile.

Hadn’t I told her that…? Well, shit . I’d only said it to her when she was asleep. Settling my hands on her hips, I pulled her close until her front was plastered to mine. “I love you more than anything in this world, Tessa.”

Her jade-green orbs suddenly swam in tears, and I panicked until she beamed at me. “I love you, too!”

“Fucking, right,” I agreed before dropping my head and giving her a searing kiss that made her toes curl. When I released her lips, I growled, “Need you. Gonna fuck you while you’re wearing my brand.”

I picked her up and tossed her onto the bed but stopped when she yelped and sat up. She frowned down at her vest, and that was when I remembered what I’d put in the pocket. She must have landed on the hard little box.

After checking one side, she looked at the other and spotted the bulge, then took out the contents. Her brow rose as she stared at the velvet box, then her jaw dropped, and her head whipped up, her eyes meeting mine.

I grinned and sat on the bed, taking the box and flipping up the lid to reveal a sparkling diamond ring. “Told you I want everyone who sees you to know you’re taken. And I want you bound to me in every way.”

“Are you asking me to marry you?”

I frowned and took the ring from the box, then grabbed her hand and slipped it on her finger. “Fuck no. I’m telling you. We are getting married.”

“Is that so?” she asked sassily.

I grinned and threw the box over my shoulder before shoving her back against the mattress and coming down over her. “Say yes, sweet girl. Or I’m gonna make you scream it until you pass out from orgasms.”

Tessa smirked before miming zipping her lips and throwing away the key.

“Orgasms it is.”

I slid down her body until my mouth was level with her glistening pussy, and I stared up at her with a wicked smile. “I’ll tell you what. If I can make you scream yes…let’s say… a dozen times in the next hour, I get to pick how many kids we have.”

Tessa giggled until she realized I wasn’t laughing. Then she narrowed her eyes and a determined gleam entered them. “Fine. But if I win, I get a year to plan our wedding.”

Fuck that. No way in hell would I wait a year to marry her.

“So I’ve been thinking…” Tessa mused, tapping her fingers on my chest.

“About the wedding you have to plan in four weeks?” I asked smugly.

Tessa huffed, shimmying her body and making my dick twitch inside her. She quickly rolled off me, causing me to scowl at the loss of her warmth and snug pussy.

She sat up and pulled the sheet over her tits, then rolled her eyes when I raised an eyebrow and let it fall back to her waist.

“I want to give the money to my dad.”

“What the fuck?” I jackknifed up and stared at her like she’d lost her mind because, clearly, she had.

“Hear me out.” I opened my mouth to argue, but her lips formed an adorable little pout, and she pleaded, “Please?”

Pussy whipped. Like so many of my brothers. “I’m listening.”

“My education was really important to my mom, and if she were here, I’d probably finish school just to make her happy. But the truth is, I don’t want to go back. That isn’t what will make me happy.”

I sighed and grabbed her hips, hauling her onto my lap so she straddled my legs. “What will make you happy, sweet girl?”

“You. Being your old lady, your wife, and the mother of our…”

To my utter shock, my words got stuck in my throat, and I felt a little choked up. I swallowed hard and rasped, “Six, maybe eight…depending on how sexy you are when you’re pregnant.”

“Mother of our four kids.”

I narrowed my eyes, and she giggled. “We’ll discuss that later. Go on about the money.”

“Despite what my dad has become, I don’t want to see him come to any harm. I’ll hold on to my childhood memories and hope the money gives him a fresh start.”

“You are too fucking good for that asshole,” I growled. Then I gave her a quick, hard kiss, and sighed. “Too fucking good for me, too, but I’m never letting you go.”

“I can call him?—”

“I will agree to this on one condition,” I interrupted her, knowing she was about to offer to contact her dad…and probably go see the bookie for herself. That thought made me shudder. “I’ll handle getting the money to the people he owes.”

“Okay,” she whispered with a sweet smile. “Thank you.”

“No need to thank me, sweet girl. I’ve got your back. Always.”