Chapter 9

9

RHIANNON

I 'd been exhausted when Dean left for his meeting at the clubhouse, but I hadn't been able to fall back asleep without him there holding me. So I got up and took a shower, spending a little more time than usual on my makeup before baking a batch of chocolate chip cookies. When I was worried, I had a wicked sweet tooth, and I hadn't liked Viper's expression after his phone call. Knowing that he'd share at least some information with me whenever possible helped, but I would probably always worry about him. Which was understandable since he'd quickly become the most important person in my life.

I was pulling the last tray of cookies out of the oven when I heard the rumble of his motorcycle returning. Wiping the crumbs from my lips, I headed toward the living room to meet him when he got inside. He nudged the door shut behind him with his boot and leaned against the hard surface, one of his arms behind his back. "I gotta leave for a club run, and it's gonna be longer than I expected."

That wasn't what I'd been hoping to hear, but I was determined to give my man what he needed so he could come back safely to me. "How long will you be gone?"

"A week, less if I can somehow swing it."

Instead of slumping my shoulders at his answer, I smiled and stepped closer, diminishing the space between us. "Do I at least get a goodbye kiss?"

"Of course, baby." He lifted the hand hidden behind his muscular body, and my eyes widened at the scrap of leather he held in his fist.

"Is that what I think it is?" I squealed, bouncing on the balls of my feet.

He grinned at me. "That depends…are you ready to officially be my old lady?"

"Yes! So much, yes!"

His smile widened at my reply as he closed the distance between us to slip the vest onto my back. What I'd had in mind for his goodbye kiss felt like an even better idea now that I was wearing his property patch. "Now for your kiss."

Dean leaned forward, but I jerked back just in time to dodge his lips. He blinked, frowning. "What was that for?"

"I never said I wanted to kiss your mouth," I whispered, slowly pulling up his shirt to reveal those delicious, tanned abs.

Counting my breaths in through my mouth, I slowly bent down, placing my lips right above his pant line and making sure to press hard.

Standing back, I admired my handiwork. "There. Now you have a mark to remember me by, too."

"Fuck, baby," he growled before crashing his lips to mine.

His hands slid down the length of my body, cupping my ass as he pulled me closer.

Instinctively, I wrapped my arms around his waist as he lifted me, then walked me toward the wall, pushing my back against the hard surface.

Even through his jeans, I could feel his dick hardening against my heated pussy, and I wiggled, trying to create friction against him.

He laughed against my mouth. "Greedy girl."

"Only for you," I whispered.

"That's right, you're all mine. And now I get to mark you," he finished with a growl, pulling me off the wall to toss me over his shoulder and carry me into the bedroom.

I giggled when he flopped me onto the mattress. "I'm wearing your property patch."

His dark eyes gleamed with determination as he hovered over me. "Gonna need more of a mark than that if I'm going to leave you for an entire damn week."

He kissed me again, running his tongue along my bottom lip. "What color is this? The one you used to make your mark on me."

"Berry." With his heated gaze locked on mine, I had a hard time forcing the word out.

Slowly, he eased down my body until he was between my spread thighs. "Let's see if the rest of you is as sweet as those lips."

His eyes stayed locked on mine as he removed my leggings and panties, tossing them to the side.

With anyone else, I would have felt exposed, but with Dean, desire pooled low in my body. I found myself panting, ready and needy to feel him.

His large palms pressed down on my thighs, so I laid flat on the bed, spread out and open for him. Then he licked his lips before dipping his head low, running just his thumb over my quivering sex.

I shivered under his touch.

He let out a deep breath. "Fuck, baby, you're already so wet and ready for me."

"Always for you," I whispered.

His dark stare locked on mine again. "I'm gonna make sure you still feel me while I'm gone."

He slid one finger inside me, then another, stretching my walls so I had to adjust before letting out a satiated sigh.

"That's it, baby. Take my fingers. Get ready for me to mark you deep inside with my big cock," he said as he swirled his fingers along my quivering walls.

My body sank into the mattress as I gripped the sheets, ready for the orgasm that built low in my stomach.

"Not yet. I gotta taste it when you come for me," he murmured before sliding his tongue between his expert fingers.

With the heat and lapping of his tongue, combined with the twirl of his digits, my orgasm came hard and fast, my entire body shaking and erupting around him.

He moaned, licking up every last drop of me before sucking hard on my clit as I bucked my hips forward to his awaiting mouth. "Now that I got one outta you while you're wearing my property patch, I want another completely naked."

He stripped my vest, shirt, and bra off, tossing them over his shoulder.

Then he got back to work on me, and it didn't take long for my body to tremble again.

I felt so freaking sexy just from the way he looked at me and, of course, how his talented fingers and tongue worked their magic against my most sensitive parts.

When my second orgasm came, I cried out, my body shaking as I said his name over and over while moving my hips against his face. "Dean! Yes! Oh yes, Dean!"

"That's it, baby. I love when you scream my name," he murmured against my thighs, his face coated with my arousal.

"Dean," I whispered, my voice now growing hoarse.

"Again," he commanded, pulling off his shirt and tossing it aside.

"Dean," I managed to get out.

He stood, dropping his jeans as he fisted his hard dick, precome already leaking at the tip as he quickly pumped his shaft a few times.

Then he slowly knelt on the bed between my legs, pushing just the head of his dick against my swollen clit.

"That feels so good," I panted.

"Hold on tight, baby," he growled before taking one long push and filling me to the hilt.

I moaned, wiggling my hips to adjust to the size of his massive length.

Leaning forward, he gripped my legs and pushed my feet over his shoulders as I adjusted my body to the new sensation.

"How does that feel, baby? I can get deeper inside you like this," he murmured, pushing my legs closer to my chest as he leaned in.

My body stretched to mold to his, the new position giving me a whole new sense of pleasure that filled me all the way to my womb. But before I could answer, his lips were on mine, and I could taste my own salty arousal on them.

"Fuck, Rhiannon," he murmured, pushing his hips harder against me.

A wave of pleasure and pain floated over me as I gripped the headboard, trying to keep my body from sliding all the way up the mattress.

"I love it when you take all of me. Damn, baby, you feel so fucking good."

His hand disappeared between us, and then I felt his fingers twirling against my clit in the same rhyme he pounded against my aching pussy. My third orgasm crashed so hard I cried out, the bed rocking with our bodies before I collapsed, seeing stars as I closed my eyes.

"Fuck," he cursed as he spilled inside me, moving his hips to make sure my pussy took every last drop.

Another thing to remember him by.

When he was done, he collapsed on top of me, still in our pretzel position and stretching my legs against my satiated body.

"Fuck, baby, you're amazing," he panted as he kissed a trail down my neck.

"You're the amazing one who did all the work. I just wish you didn't have to leave," I whispered.

He leaned back, his dark eyes meeting mine before he pushed a strand of hair behind my ear. "Me too, baby. But I'll come back to you, safe and sound, once I take care of club business."

I appreciated his reassurance. "After the pounding you just gave me, it might take the whole week before I don't walk bow-legged."

"With how much I like knowing you'll still feel me while I'm gone, I might have to make that a tradition before I leave on any club runs." He sat up, and I got a view of his stomach, my lipstick mark now smeared on his skin.

"You won't get any complaints from me if you always want to say goodbye like that." I ran my fingers over the sweat droplets on his abs. "But I might have to redo this."

"Puttin' your mark on me can be part of the tradition, too," he offered with a smile. "I'll be back as soon as I can."

"I know," I whispered, just wishing he didn't have to leave, and we could stay on the bed together. Forever.