Free Undeniable by Madeline Sheehan Page B

whispered.

 
CHAPTER SIX:
    My eyelids fluttered open and I blinked sleepily.  The thick, steel band around my stomach tightened.
    I lifted my arm behind me and encircled Deuce's neck, pulling his head down until I could see his eyes.  "Morning," I breathed.
    His hand left my belly and moved lower, cupping me.  I lifted my leg and hooked my foot behind his knee.  He made a hungry noise in the back of his throat that I felt all the way to my toes.
    "You sore?"  He asked roughly.
    "Uh huh,” I whispered. “In a really, really good way."
    He chuckled.  "You want it?"
    "Please," I breathed.
    "You want it hard?"
    "Please," I breathed.
    “Bitch is gonna kill me,” He laughed.  “Keep wantin’ it raw.”
    Oh god, he was teasing me.  Here we were lying in his bed and he was teasing me.  It was so…domestic.  I loved it.
    He groaned as he entered me and I whimpered as I stretched for him, molded around him, drenching him and then finally, eagerly accepting him.  All of him. 
    I came and I came hard.
    Shaking his head, he let out an amused grunt.  "Fuck.  Never seen a woman catch fire the way you do, darlin'.  The way you squeeze my cock and that body of yours shakin' so hard while you scream in my ear and pull my fuckin’ hair and claw up my fuckin' back.  When I let you outta my bed darlin' I’m gonna be spendin' the rest of my life thinkin’ 'bout that pussy and not findin' anything that comes close and, babe, my balls are gonna fuckin’ explode.”
    We switched positions and he started moving again, this time with vigor; hard and fast, skin slapping skin.  Then slow and sweet, our sweat slicked bodies sliding against one another. 
    There was nothing else quite like it.  And there was no one else quite like Deuce.
    "Oh fuck!" I cried out, cursing and clawing through my second orgasm.  "Holy fucking shit!"
    He grinned down at me, all beautiful blue eyes and laugh lines and dimples. 
    "There it is," He rumbled appreciatively.   "There’s my fuckin' girl."
    His girl.
    How long had I been waiting to hear him say that?
    ☼☼☼
    After fucking Eva all morning, she had fallen asleep again.  It was late afternoon now and Deuce and a few of his boys were drinking brews and grilling steaks out back of the clubhouse.
    "Where's the hottie?"  Tap asked around the neck of his beer bottle. 
    "Which one?" Jase asked.  "The blonde or the brunette?  They're both badass."
    ZZ laughed.  "The blonde's been in a Ripper Cox sandwich since she got here." 
    Hawk made a face.  "Shit's not fair.  If it'd been me that walked out there first, bitch would be in my bed."
    Deuce shrugged.  "Kami's a fuckin' whore.  Doubt she'll be opposed to you joinin' the party."
    "Naw," Chips said.  "I already tried.  They don't wanna share.  Not that I blame ‘em .  Not many holes left available when they're both hittin' that shit at the same time.  So how's 'bout yours Prez ?  You wanna pass her on yet?"
    ZZ spit out his beer.
    "Asshat," Jase muttered.  "That's not a whore.  That's Eva Fox, Preacher's fuckin' daughter.  The bitch our Prez can't seem to think straight around.  The bitch who got him shot."
    Chips eyes went wide. 
    "I got myself shot," He muttered.  "Wasn't her fuckin' fault.  She was sixteen, I had my hand down her fuckin' pants and my tongue down her throat.  He's her old man, do you really fuckin' blame him?"
    "You die," Marsh said, his expression hard.  "Then yeah, I would fuckin' blame him."
    "Sixteen, huh?"  Danny D. grinned.  "Nice."
    Tap frowned at Danny.  "You're fuckin' sick dude.  I gotta a fifteen year old daughter.  Some fuckin' old asshole like Prez get's anywhere near her pants I’m gonna put him to ground.  I'm puttin' a one year age difference on her datin' life."  Tap turned to him.  "Not a fuckin' eighteen year difference."
    "It's not like that," He muttered, feeling strangely embarrassed.  "Got nothin' to do with her age.  Never has.  Been likin' her since she was