20. Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty

Usually, it would make me feel ashamed that everyone is aware of what is going to occur. That Smoke is taking me to his tent to fuck my brains out. But I'm not worried about anything other than making him happy. Making this marriage work.

Despite all the drama, I know I love this man and whatever comes our way, we'll figure it out. Even if we do it the hard way. Life can change in an instant and we have to be ready to roll with it.

"Can't carry you over the threshold." My husband drops me down gently to my feet at the tent.

Pam, Andi, Bianca, Jules, and Alexa did a good job. Twinkle lights frame the doorway along with some floral garland. Inside are lots of cushy blankets and pillows illuminated by solar powered lanterns.

They even set up a nice spread of fruit, cheese, meats, and crackers on a charcuterie board paired with two wine glasses and sparkling cider, since I can't drink alcohol.

It's a sweet gesture, but my mind is on my man and all the things I want to do to him. I kick off my shoes, leaving them outside of the tent as he shoves off his boots.

Once inside, with the door zipped shut, the sexual tension crackles between us like live wires. Every emotion is heightened and has returned tenfold. We sit across from each other, neither of us able to take our eyes off the other.

"You hungry, babydoll?" he pops a strawberry into his mouth.

"Oh yeah." I'm starving, but not for food. I'm craving Smoke and the way that only he can make me feel so damn alive and free.

Meeting each other in the middle, the food is forgotten as our mouths clash together in a fiery passion that has my blood singing for his touch. Nothing else matters but the love flowing between us. Not Angel. Not Creed. Not Sabrina and Jimmy or my brother. All that counts is this right here.

Nothing else matters.

Nothing.

I shove his cut down his arms, needing to feel him skin to skin.

Nothing between us.

His fevered body melding to mine as one.

He flicks off the lanterns.

Heavy breaths pass between us for a beat before his mouth is right back on mine and our clothes go flying. I steady my hand over his heart, focusing on the erratic beat, knowing it's all for me.

The blood pumping through his veins, the excitement, is all mine. Smoke is all mine and I'm his.

Our tongues war for control while our fingers glide and explore. We nip, suck, taste, and pet like we're discovering each other for the first time all over again. Fevered and wild. His every touch sets my skin ablaze. There's nothing hotter than the way he kisses me. One hand on my throat, asserting his control.

I love it when he gets all possessive and dominant, taking what he wants.

"Fuck, I love you," his gritty voice rumbles in my ear as he presses his thumb between my lips. I bite the pad, then suck the digit into my mouth as if it's his cock, showing him what I plan to do to him.

Creed and what we briefly had is forgotten like a lost moment in time that will never happen again as though it never existed. Because for me Smoke is all that matters. His pleasure. His love.

"Make love to me, Smoke. I need you inside me right now," I pant. I'm not above begging.

"Soon," he promises, working my undies down my thighs and over my knees.

Pressing a kiss to my belly, he licks my navel, reclaiming every part of me as his and only his. I belong to him. Only him.

My jerk of a biker who pisses me off and loves me like no one else ever could.

Hot and sticky, his breath clings to my skin.

"Spread for me, babydoll. Tonight, I'm feasting on my wife's cunt."

Laid back on the mountain of blankets and pillows I do as I'm told.

Biting my inner thigh, he marks me with the savage brutality of his kiss.

"Tell me you're mine and only mine." He slaps my clit, and I cry out from the shock of the sting, bringing me both pleasure and pain. Slap . He repeats the motion. "Say it, Ember. Let me hear you."

"I'm yours. All yours."

"Damn right you are," he growls, descending on my pussy, giving me a lick. "Nothing sweeter than your pretty little cunt, baby. So wet and tight." He pushes a finger inside me, hooking it to hit me in the spot that curls my toes when he makes a come here motion.

Digging my fingers into his dark hair, I smash his face down, holding him where I want him, smothering him with my pussy.

"Greedy and eager." He grins up at me, slithering up my body to fill his mouth with one of my breasts. Teeth grazing my swollen areola. He repeats the motion with the other, going back and forth between the two while continuing to tease me with his fingers.

My juices slick against my thighs as he brings his fingers to his mouth to lick the taste of me off his digits.

The moan that leaves his lips is my undoing.

There's nothing sexier than the sounds this man makes for me.

"You want this dick?"

I lick my lips. He knows I do.

"Say it."

"I want you."

He smacks my clit again. "What was that?"

"I want that fat dick."

"Fuck yeah, you do. Get on top and ride me, babydoll." He moves over, laying on his back, stroking his erection. Tempting and tantalizing.

I sink down on my man and go still enjoying the fullness of him inside me. His cock molding to the valley between my thighs like a perfect fit. Two halves of one whole. Two people have never fit together so good.

Wrapping my hair around his fist, he tugs my head back and gives my ass a tap. "Fuck your man. Show me how much you want me to come."

Rolling my hips, I start to move, giving him what he wants. I bounce on his thighs, my ass cheeks slapping across the tops as I grind.

"Like that. That's my good girl. Fucking squeezing me. So tight, babydoll. Fucking perfect." He groans and I fall forward to meet his awaiting lips.

"Uh. Uh. Uh," I pant into his mouth, on the verge of getting off.

"Not yet. Not until I'm ready to fall with you," he demands. "Hold it."

"I can't. I'm gonna…" I shake my head and close my eyes.

Slap. His hand whips across my backside.

"Eyes on me."

The way he peers up at me with such tenderness and adoration, as though there's nothing or no one he loves more than me, says more than words ever could. The heavy hitches of his breaths. The flex of his stomach muscles tightening beneath my nails.

"Don't you dare come without me," his voice comes at raspy as though he's nearly there and fighting the pull.

Snaking an arm around my waist, he rolls us so that I'm beneath him.

I lift my hips, urging him on as he rubs the head of his cock through my juices, teasing and taunting me with every stroke.

"Please," I whimper, ready to combust if he doesn't finish what he started.

My gaze meets the focused intensity of his as he renters me in one hard swoop.

"Made for me," he says.

"Yes."

Hips rubbing, bodies knocking, breaths mingling, I meet him thrust for thrust.

"Love you, baby."

"Love you more," I whisper as his tongue plunges between my lips.

I can't get enough of my husband.

How could we ever give this up?

"You close?"

I nod, unable to speak, or I may cry. I thought I'd lost him forever. That we'd never get this back.

But now we're back, burning hotter and brighter than ever.

"Roll over." He pulls out and I whimper at the loss of fullness from being filled by him.

Head bowed, ass out, down on my belly, I assume one of his favorite positions. His rough fingers dig into my hips as he lines up with my slit from behind.

Lips meeting my spine, he drags his tongue along the ridges.

I'm fairly certain that I have bits of fruit and cheese in my hair and smashed into my skin, but I don't care. Smoke's sweat drips down my back to the crack of my ass as he starts thrusting, pounding into me, determined to take me back to the edge of bliss.

I'm ready.

I want to dive over the cliff with him over and over again.