Chapter 9

Settling into life in an MC compound turned out to be much easier than I ever could have expected. Everyone had been so accepting of me, even Rom. In some ways—like never having to cook because someone else always took care of it—things were even similar to my parents' house. And in others, it was wildly different. Especially my nights spent in Shane's bed.

A few days after he'd come to get me, he felt as though it was safe enough to stay in his apartment instead of the room in the clubhouse we'd been using. We'd visited it a few times, but I didn't see much more than the bed back then.

For the past week and a half, we'd been mostly in a private bubble between his workshop and bedroom, except when we headed back to the clubhouse for meals. Although that only started up a week ago since food had miraculously appeared on his doorstep for several days.

It turned out that bikers weren't just sweet with their women. They also liked to matchmake for their friends. Not that Shane really needed any help in that area since I'd already fallen hard for him. How could I not when he was so darn attentive and had no problem telling and showing how much he wanted me?

Lifting his welding helmet off and setting it on the steel workbench, he tugged off his thick gloves and stalked across the room toward me. He'd set up a space for me to draw as far away from where he did his forging as he could make it so that I'd be safe from any sparks.

Setting my sketchbook next to me and tilting my head back to stare up at him, I asked, "All done?"

"As close as I'm gonna get for now."

I tapped my pencil against the pad before setting it on top. "You don't need to rush on my account. I can keep myself busy for as long as you need. You know how I lose track of time while I'm drawing."

"Lasted as long as I'm gonna," he muttered. "Missed out on my favorite way to start the day, and now I can't wait another minute to fill my mouth with your taste."

He was super close to the date he was supposed to ship the sword he was working on, so today I'd snuck out of bed and headed down to the workshop before he woke up. He was only about fifteen minutes behind me, but I'd texted Erin to ask her to bring over breakfast—I wasn't supposed to leave the building unless I was with Shane or another Silver Saint—and she showed up while he was kissing the heck out of me.

After we ate, I insisted that he get some work done before we did anything else. Shane hadn't been happy about it, but he'd reluctantly agreed when I'd fake pouted and told him that I was excited about a drawing I was working on for the medieval sword and scabbard he was going to make next.

I twined my arms around his neck as he lifted me out of my seat. "Are you sure you got enough done? I don't want to be responsible for messing up your business because you disappointed a customer and they post a scathing review online."

"So fucking sweet." He brushed his lips against mine before heading into his office and crossing toward the stairs. "But you don't need to worry, baby. This dude has ordered from me before and would wait as long as he had to for one of my pieces because I'm the best."

I grinned up at him. "And so humble."

"I'm not gonna pretend I don't have skills when I damn well know I do."

His confidence was so sexy. "Lucky for me, you save the best of them for the bedroom."

"And you're about to experience them up close and personal until you're screaming my name over and over again."

"Yes, please," I breathed, pressing my thighs together to ease the ache his words had caused in my core.

When we got to the apartment, he stopped in the living room to set me on my feet before hooking an arm under my leg to lift it to his hip. I let out a little squeak of surprise and held on tight. I was wearing a pair of leggings, and he slid his hand under the waist and into my panties to palm my bare butt cheek. "I hate to admit it, but you found the best way to motivate me to get shit done. I don't think I've ever been that productive in such a short amount of time."

"I think you deserve a reward for being such a hard worker."

"I know exactly what I want." His hand dipped lower to cup my core. "And judging by how drenched you are for me, you want my mouth on you just as much as I do."

"Yes," I panted as he glided his fingers through my wetness.

Lowering my leg, he dropped to his knees and tugged my leggings and panties down until I could kick them off. Then he wasted no time devouring me. Propping one of my legs over his shoulder, he licked between my pussy lips from bottom to top before circling my sensitive bundle of nerves. I clenched his shoulders with a moan, and he continued to lap at me.

My legs shook each time he sucked my clit into his mouth, and it didn't take long until I felt as though I was about to fly apart. "I'm so close."

"Come for me, baby." He turned his head to nip at my inner thigh. "Want your taste to fill my mouth when I sink my cock into your tight pussy."

He went back at me with his mouth as he sank a finger into my channel, and fireworks exploded behind my eyes. He ate me through my release, and as soon as the shudders subsided, he jumped to his feet, swept me off mine, and wrapped my legs around his waist to carry me into the bedroom. "I'll never get enough of you coming all over my face."

He stalked over to the bed and tossed me onto the mattress, making quick work of stripping out of his clothes. "Or feeling your pussy wrapped around me, milking my come from my cock until it's dripping down your thighs."

I ate up his naked body with my gaze and stretched my arms out to him. "Then don't wait."

"So fucking perfect," he murmured, crawling until he was hovering over me with his palms pressed into the mattress on both sides of my body. "Not sure what the fuck I ever did to get so lucky, but I'll be grateful for it every damn day of my life."

"You're pretty darn perfect yourself, especially when you say sweet things like that." I brushed my fingers over the scar on his shoulder before twining my arms around his neck and pulling him close for a kiss.

When he lifted his head, we were both breathless, and he had the tip of his dick notched at my entrance. "That's because we're perfect for each other, baby."

I was so wet from the orgasm he'd given me that he easily pushed inside me with one powerful thrust. He was so big that he stretched me past the point of comfort, but I had quickly grown to appreciate the sensation. Just something about being filled by him made me feel…whole. I knew it sounded corny, but no other word explained it as well.

"Shane," I gasped.

Shoving my shirt up, he flicked open the front clasp of my bra to cup one of my breasts. My inner walls fluttered when his thumb swept across my pebbled nipple. "Your pretty tits are so damn sensitive. I bet I could make you come just by playing with them."

He lowered his head and swirled his tongue around the other nipple before sucking it deep into his mouth. Then he let the puckered peak go with a pop. "But not today. No way in hell can I pull my cock out of your sweet heat to find out. You feel too damn good."

Shifting his hips back, he dragged his hard length against my inner walls before he slammed back inside. "Oh my gosh. Yes!"

"You gonna give me what I want, baby?" he grunted, picking up the pace. "Let me fuck you until you're screaming my name, your pussy walls gripping me so tight that I can't do anything but lose control?"

"Yes," I panted, digging my nails into his shoulders as I held on for the wild ride.

"Damn straight," he growled, wedging his arm between our bodies to circle my clit. "'Cause you're mine."

I wrapped my legs around his waist, my breasts bouncing with each of his brutal thrusts. "Yours."

"I'm the only man who's ever gotten to taste you." He captured my mouth for a deep kiss. "The only one who knows what it feels like to have your pussy wrapped around his cock." He swiveled his hips, bringing me closer to the edge. "And damn well the only one whose come has dripped down your thighs. I'll be the last, too. But I can't hold on much longer, baby. Give it to me. Let me feel you milk every ounce of my seed from my cock with your sweet pussy."

His dirty, possessive words were all it took to send waves of pleasure crashing over my body. My cries echoed against the walls, intermingling with his roar of completion. When the shuddering finally ended, I collapsed against the mattress in an exhausted heap. I'd only been awake for a few hours, but I couldn't keep my eyes open. I'd never been a person who napped, but I was so exhausted that I drifted off to sleep while Shane padded into the bathroom to get a washcloth. I didn't even wake when he cleaned me up.