18. Sophia

18

SOPHIA

" I loved it," I say to Theo when we get back to the clubhouse two hours later.

He pulls me to him. "You did?"

"It felt so liberating. Plus, the water, the gulls. Those salty fries. It felt like a full vacation instead of two hours."

I was nervous about the ride. Maybe it was because I'm now living with the after-effects of one wreck already. A motorbike seemed even more dangerous. But I'd been relieved when Theo had arrived on a three-wheeler. It felt stable. I wasn't required to lean or cling to him for dear life.

Although holding on to Theo was never a bad thing.

Theo kisses me and I melt into it. I like the man I married. More, I could see myself catching feelings for this man.

Like real ones, where you love the other person.

He bites my lip, and I can feel myself getting wet.

Again.

It seems I'm easily turned on. The view of his back from my seat on the bike? Hot.

The vibration of the bike between my legs? Hot.

The way he pushed and pulled the levers with his fingers? Hot.

The way he'd reach behind him and squeeze my calf? The hottest of all.

Even watching the way he was with little Avery. I'm not sure what my views were on children before today, but I'm solely in the camp of let's have lots of them .

When we step into the clubhouse, we're greeted with a flurry of activity. There are balloons and banners. Gwen is instructing Clutch to move tables.

Saint and Spark are hanging streamers from the ceiling.

"Hey, pretty boy, get your fucking hands off Ari and blow up some more balloons," Vex shouts from up a ladder.

I look over to the bar. The girl I assume is Ari is seated on it, and Halo is standing between her legs, kissing her in a way that I swear will lead to those kids I was just thinking about.

"You can't be here," Briar says. "We're setting up for your wedding reception."

"You don't have to go to all this trouble," I say. Guilt ripples through me at the thought they would do all this for us, when the marriage is one of convenience.

Iris unfolds a large white paper cloth that she drapes over a long table. "Gives us a reason to have a party. We love throwing them. So, the two of you need to get out of here until we can finish it."

Rae bounces a baby, about twelve months old, on her hip. "Don't interrupt Briar and Iris when they get on a roll. They've got a giant charcuterie table to build."

I look to Theo, who grins.

"Guess we should do as they say." He leans his head close to my ear. "Plus, I got a way we can kill time."

Heat rises in my cheeks, but I let him take my hand and lead me back to our room. He stops by his old room and opens a couple of drawers before he finds what he was looking for in his bathroom.

A box of condoms.

"No pressure to use ‘em," he says. "But in case I'm in any way unclear, I'd really fucking like to."

I feel a heady combination of embarrassment and lust. I find it hard to admit what I want, but he's being honest with me, so I offer him the same honesty in return. "I hope you have plenty."

Theo grins at that. "I got the best fucking wife."

"Who is still a little bit mad at you. Even though we just had an amazing ride."

"I know, but can we go straight to the make up sex now and have the fight later? Because you on the back of my bike was something else."

"You promise?"

"I do. We're doing everything else backward, so why not the way we fight?"

As soon as we get to our room, Theo slams the door shut and pushes my back against the wall. His lips hit mine with an urgency he hasn't shown me before.

It's heady.

Powerful.

And I want so much more of it.

"You got any idea how much having you on the back of my bike turned me on?" Theo asks.

"If it's the same as how much I was turned on by sitting on it, then yes, Theo, I do."

He grins and unzips the leather jacket. I strip off his cut, and he takes it from me to lay it carefully over the back of the chair. But when he returns to me, it's as a hungry man. Buttons hit the floor. From his denim shirt or my blouse, I don't know.

I find I don't care.

Not when Theo's hand slips over my breast and squeezes it hard before slipping into the cup of my bra.

My breath catches in my throat.

His lips trace lines over my face, along my shoulder, up my neck.

He licks and bites and I follow his lead, nipping the skin of his shoulder. Theo groans as I do.

He drops to his knees in front of me and removes the rest of my clothing until I'm standing naked in front of him.

"I'm picking you up and walking you to the bed because it's fucking hot, and I want to feel you against me. Not because you need help."

"Right now, you could do anything you want and I would probably let you."

Theo is still wearing his jeans, and the denim of his fly brushes against my sensitive clit. It feels good, and I roll my hips against him.

"Fuck, I love that you're eager, Sparrow."

He lowers me to the bed, and we land in a clumsy pile. "That went smoother in my head," he says.

It hits me that I'm not the only one still reconciling with who I am now, so I stroke my fingers through his hair. "I thought it was romantic."

He kisses me. "Same rules as last night. We do what feels good until it doesn't. We should have a safe word."

"Sparrow?" I suggest.

He kisses me again, softly. "No. Because there's a chance I might say it when I'm balls deep in you, and stopping would be the last thing on my mind."

"What about ‘Harley'? You took me on my first ride on one today."

"Fine. Harley," he says. "You say that, and we stop."

"Permanently?"

He shakes his head. "Depends why we stopped. If you got a cramp or need to change position, then we continue once you're comfortable. But if you've had enough, we're done."

"What if you've had enough?"

He runs his fingertips between the valley of my breasts. "Pretty certain that's an impossibility right now." His lips follow his fingers, and I press my head back against the mattress.

Theo stands suddenly, his hand reaching for the button of his jeans. "Wiggle up the bed a little more. I want you dead center so I've got room to work."

I follow his instructions without any embarrassment, even as I mentally debate removing my eye patch. But something holds me back. This moment is overwhelming already.

"You're beautiful, Sophia."

It's almost like he could read my mind, could hear the worries I had.

He slips out of his boots and socks, then removes his jeans and boxer briefs. "You're like one of those Italian sculptures," I say.

He looks down and runs a hand over his abs. "Feeling a bit soft right now to be honest."

"What would you say to me if I said that to you?"

He glances down my body, then crawls onto the bed. "I'd tell you that your body is perfect."

He licks the tip of a nipple, then sucks it into his mouth.

It makes me gasp. "Then give yourself the same grace, Theo. I'll like every version of you as you recover."

I don't know why I say that. In fact, I almost start to backpedal until…

"I like the sound of that, Sparrow."

His lips trail down my stomach, leaving kisses, occasionally nibbling or biting. And with a few shuffles and tugs, he lines us up so that his face gets my pussy, and his cock is in front of me.

When his tongue strokes my clit, it's different to the previous evening. Maybe it's the angle. Maybe it's because I feel less nervous and can relax into it. But my breath comes out on a long sigh.

His cock twitches in front of me. It's not quite at the right angle for me to suck on it properly, but I can lick it. He opens his legs a little, and I see his balls. I have no idea whether it's cool to suck on them too, but I want to.

So, I do.

"Fuck, Soph." The words come out on a grunt.

I think he likes it.

And then I lose all thought for a second as he sucks my clit into his mouth.

Theo rolls us so he's on his back, and I'm now hovering above him. "Sit on my face, Soph," he says. "I want to fucking suffocate eating you out."

My thighs shake as I hover an inch above his face.

"I said sit, Soph."

He slaps my ass cheek, and I immediately sit.

His fingertips dig into the top of my thighs, holding me in place. At first, I'm uncertain of what to do, and overthinking gets in the way of me enjoying this moment. Then Theo's hand is on my lower back, pushing me forward.

This must open my pussy to him, but also…

I suck the tip of his cock into my mouth, the taste salty and musky. I feel Theo's abs tense beneath my stomach, and for a moment, he groans, the warm air hitting my most sensitive places.

Then he starts with his tongue and fingers.

And I stand no chance.

I try to concentrate on what I'm doing to him with my mouth and hand.

I can feel a mild cramp in my thigh.

But I'm so close to coming.

I remember his words. That we move. We adjust. So, I kneel up and do what he says. I ride his face while I seek the place where it feels best.

"Oh, God, Theo," I say. I place my hands on his hip bones and hold on as my orgasm floods through me in one rushing wave.

I lose all sense of who I am as blood courses through my body.

Breath comes fast and furious.

The world spins.

Theo places a wet kiss on both my butt cheeks. "Up you get," he says.

I flop rather ungracefully to the side of him. And Theo reaches for the condom box. He's focused as he rips a packet and pulls one on.

"There's gonna be time for a million and one positions, but for our first time, I really want to see your face." He settles between my legs, guiding his cock to my opening. "You ready, wife?" There's a glint in his eyes.

"Ready, husband."

His lips meet mine as he nudges forward.

I don't know what I was expecting it to feel like, but the firm nudging of Theo and the slickness of my pussy granting him entrance is…bliss.

And a shock that something so thick could fit where he is sliding it.

Theo's lips drop to my neck. "Fuck," he curses. "You're already choking my cock."

"Is that a good thing?" I ask.

He lifts up, his eyes intense as they study mine. "Very."

I suck in a breath as he nudges deeper.

Theo's eyes stay on mine. The intimacy in this moment is utterly breathtaking.

I want to say more, to express how I feel, but the words to describe it escape me.

I've never felt so connected to another human being.

Even as I sit in the aftershocks of my first orgasm, I feel a second one building.

Theo withdraws a little, then coils his hips, driving deeper inside this time. I raise a knee until it's up by Theo's hip. He grabs it, holding it higher, holding me more open to him.

With three more thrusts and a grunt, Theo seats himself all the way inside me. It feels so deep, and I feel so stretched, I'm glad there isn't even more of him because I wouldn't be able to take it all.

"Jesus, Sparrow," he says. "This feels so fucking good. Can't get enough of you." He pulls out and then thrusts deep again. "Just want to stay like this forever," he says.

His lips meet mine, and this time, he begins a slow and steady pace.

"Next, I'm gonna fuck you hard. From behind, probably. Then I want you on your side. I'm gonna fuck you in every conceivable position until you can't face another orgasm."

His words take me even higher. "I like it when you talk like that."

"You like when I talk about fucking you? About how wet and tight you fucking are. How you're hugging my cock so fucking hard, it's taking all I've got to not come deep inside you."

I nod and wrap my arms tightly around him. Something makes me draw my nails along his back, and Theo drops his head.

"You want me to last, you're gonna need to stop."

"Who said I wanted you to last?"

Theo chuckles. "Good point. But I want another orgasm from you before I do. Where does it feel best?"

I reach my hand between us, knowing Theo will struggle to balance, and circle my clit like I've done alone in my room.

"Is this okay?" I ask.

Theo bites my earlobe. "Fucking hot. Help me get you there."

His strokes speed up. Sweat dots his brow. But his eyes remain on mine, and mine on his.

"I want to feel you cream around my cock this time, not in my mouth. Want to feel you squeeze me even tighter."

I shift my hips a little, changing the angle for us both.

Theo closes his eyes tightly. "Aww, fuck. Soph. I'm so close it fucking hurts."

And it's those words, undone as they are, that push me over the edge.

"Theo," I gasp.

His eyes open, and his face goes taut as he comes with me. His thrusts lose their rhythm, his strokes their depth. I can feel him pulse inside me.

He groans, the sound reverberating through my chest.

"Sophia," he says, before collapsing on top of me.

I wrap my arms around him, holding him close as we catch our breath.

And wonder if I'm being foolish for hoping the rest of our lives will feel just like this.

"I'm sorry I ignored you when I left to go get the bike," Theo says. "Lying to my mom rattled me more than I thought it would. And I was angry about it. I worried if I stayed or you came with me, I'd be angry at you for it instead of me. So I went with Niro, then rode back here to clear my head. Reconciled myself with why I was doing it. Made my peace. But I'm sorry I abandoned you instead of just telling you why I needed some space."

I sigh. "Trust you to give me a good answer before I've been able to shout at you."

He glances down at me. "You still can if it will clear the air and make you feel better."

Theo reaches between us and pulls out of me. The move makes me shiver. Then he rolls onto his back but tugs me to him. I place my head over his pec and listen to the steady bass of his heartbeat as it slows. "No. That was a good explanation and apology. What about the kitchen?"

"Club's the club. I doubt you knew everything about your father's enterprise. The club's the same way. I can't tell you everything. But I promise I'll tell you what I can, and I'll make sure nothing ever blows back on you."

"I don't want to be ignored, Theo. I don't want to be dismissed. I want to be your equal. I think that really matters to me. I was going to be married off to some guy, who never even made the effort to come see me while I was in hospital, for the sake of family power dynamics. I was an asset going to be traded. I don't think I can live as someone inconsequential in your life."

Theo rolls me onto my back so he can look at me. "By virtue of the fact you are my wife, you'll never be inconsequential to me. And for the club to believe you're really, truly my wife, you're going to have to play the part of an old lady. We're both having to stretch who we are right now. You just need to decide if you can do it."