Chapter 39

I siton the edge of the bed, surrounded by the familiarity of what used to be my room. I can't help but feel a pang of nostalgia. It's been a month since we moved into our new house, but being back here brings back a flood of memories.

Lost in my thoughts, I feel Iggie's presence before I see him. He steps between my thighs, his arms wrapping around me tightly. The warmth of his body against mine makes my cock twitch and I will it to stay down. I'll deal with him in the shower later tonight.

Iggie, though, has other plans. He lifts his leg gently and rubs against my dick, his green eyes staring into mine.

"Are you sure about this?" I ask softly, my voice barely above a whisper.

Iggie's response is simple but resolute. "As sure as I am of anything."

His words wash over me, filling me with desire. "Tell me how you want it. This is on your terms, Iggie. You want it soft, or should I fuck you like I did before? Own you like no one else has?"

"Own me, Steel. When we leave here tonight, I want to have a reminder of who was inside me and who owns me."

"Strip." I stand up as he takes a step back and we both undress.

My cock is already hard and leaking pre-cum as I take Iggie's hand, pulling him toward the bed and pushing him down.

He's bent over the bed, his perfect little ass on display for me.

"God, I missed this ass," I growl, spanking his left cheek.

Dropping to my knees behind him, I part his cheeks and, without hesitation, dive between them. Using just the tip of my tongue, I flick back and forth on his perfect star. "Such a tasty little hole," I murmur.

"Oh," he groans.

I use my left hand to rub his taint and balls with my thumb as I eat his asshole. When he's good and wet, I push my tongue inside as best I can, causing him to cry out. "I've missed your tongue."

"You never have to miss it again, baby. I'll eat this pretty ass whenever you want."

My dick is hard and pulsing and I know if I don't get inside of him soon, I'll cum on the floor. It's been weeks since we've been together and I've respected him, giving him the time he needs to heal. But my right hand can only do so much and it sure the hell doesn't feel as good as my man.

"You ready for me to fuck you?" I ask, shoving my index finger into his hole and curling it against his prostate.

"Please."

I stand up, stroking my shaft as I position myself at his entrance. I ease into him gradually, allowing him time to readjust to my presence.

Reaching up, I wrap my hand in his hair and pull him backward slightly as I begin to drive into him faster and harder.

"God, I've missed your slutty hole."

He doesn't reply, just whines as I pound into him, my hips slapping against his ass. I'm not going to last long since it's been a while.

I let go of his hair and reach around to grab his cock, jerking him in time with my thrusts.

"I'm gonna come, Steel," he moans, burying his face in the mattress.

That's good because I can't hold off any longer. With a bellowing roar, I drive into him once more before stilling. Rope after rope of my hot cum fills his ass. There's so much it seeps from his hole and around my cock.

I don't pull out. I leave him stuffed as I jerk him until I can feel him tense, and his back arches as he finds his release. He empties himself, his cum covering my hand and the bed under him.

Good thing that when a new brother takes this room, we'll replace the mattress.

When he stops quivering and his breathing returns to normal, I pull my cock from him and head to the bathroom to grab some toilet paper since we've taken all the towels and rags to the new house. I do a half-ass job of cleaning myself up and then head to the bed to clean my love up.

"Thank you," he whispers when I finish.

"You're welcome, babe. And thank you for letting me have you again."

He stares at me and I let the three words I've felt for a while, but been too worried to say, slip free. "I love you."

His face splits in a huge smile as he stands and kisses me. "I love you, too."

A bang on the door startles us, interrupting our confessions. Pistol's voice comes from the other side. "You're missing your own moving-out party!"

We exchange amused glances before getting dressed and deciding to join the festivities. I grab drinks for us as soon as we get to the party, and we prepare to take on Kiki and Marni in a game of pool.

The game lasts a little while until Marni's precision nails the eight ball into the corner pocket, sealing the win for her and Kiki. We laugh and tease, trying to psyche them out as we rack the balls to play again. But our fun is interrupted again when Barbi bursts in from guard duty, looking freaked out and worried.

"What the fuck is goin' on, Barbi?" I ask, concern lacing my tone.

"Prez, there's a woman at the gate," he says urgently. "She doesn't look good, and she's askin' for you. More like beggin'."

Without hesitation, Iggie and I, along with Viper and Pistol, follow Barbi to the gate. Standing on the other side is a very beat-up, very pregnant woman. She turns to face us as we approach, desperation in her eyes.

"I didn't know where else to go. I had no other options," she cries, her voice trembling with emotion.

Iggie shoots me a questioning look, confusion swirling in his eyes.

"Brielle, what the hell is going on?" I demand, my voice tight with worry and apprehension.