pulling her closer and sank his fingers deep into her hair, holding her
perfectly still while he worked her mouth.
He swept his tongue
across hers, eliciting a groan from her. Like a starving man, he kept his lips
sealed against hers, sucking, exploring, dancing. He lowered his hands and
cupped her ass, pressing his hardness against her, trying to appease the need
to be inside of her.
Slade sucked in his
breath. There was vulnerability about Taylor that only came out when she let
herself stop thinking and start feeling. That deep connection and desire she
gave him, had him falling more in love with her.
She moved her mouth
and kissed his jaw, his neck, his collarbone. He groaned at the loss of her
lips and encouraged her to go down. Down and wrap her lips around his dick.
"Jesus, get a
room." Ronny walked behind them and sat on his motorcycle.
Slade flipped him
the middle finger. For the first time in days, he could breathe. This was his
life.
The club, his
woman, and…
He hooked Taylor's
neck, bringing her attention back to him, wanting to selfishly keep everything
that was his. He owned her. "Come home with me."
"Your
house?" Her brows rose. "Don't you want to go to mine?"
He shook his head. "It's
time."
Now that he'd made
up his mind, he wasn't giving her a chance to argue with him. He took her hand
and led her over to her car. Once her door was unlocked, he ushered her inside
and closed her inside the vehicle.
He was done playing
the pushover. He'd get everything he wanted back, and if he had to kill anyone
who tried to stop him from keeping what was his, he would. He was done fucking
around, playing by the rules, and letting other people dictate his life.
Taylor started the
engine and put her window down. "Are you positive?"
"Yeah."
He leaned down and braced his forearms in the opened window. "I'm done
letting Jodie and Ray rule my life. You and me…we're out. Not going to hide you
no more. You're my old lady. My boys will be back Friday night, and I want you
there with us. Ain't shitting around anymore. If they want to fight me, I'll
show them who I really am."
She stared at him
and then a big grin, aimed at him, gave him the boost he needed. "About
damn time, honey."
Rejuvenated and
positive he'd get his family back together—it might not be this weekend, but
it'd be soon—he stepped away from the car and found himself grinning back.
"Get going. I'll follow you to the intersection and then lead the
way."
"Okay." She
shifted the car into first.
"Hey." He
stopped her. "When we get there, I want your ass naked and on my
bed."
She laughed.
"I've never been inside your house. Won't you show me around first?"
"Hell,
no." He walked backward to his bike. "It's a house and nothing
special. You're my woman. You'll make it a home."
He turned around
and jogged the rest of the way to his Harley Davidson. There was no time to put
off getting his life straightened out. If Rain was right and the Lagsturns were
meeting Los Li in Pitnam territory, he wanted everyone he cared about under his
watch.
Chapter Six
The mattress
springs on Slade's bed squeaked. Taylor moved up and down on top of Slade, her
hands braced on his chest. Strands of her hair stuck to the corner of her mouth
as she panted. The noise from the bed matched the urgency of her movements.
His fingers were
doing crazy things between her legs as she plunged down on his length. She
moaned as her body tightened in pleasure.
"That's it, baby
girl," Slade murmured.
His eyelids half
covered his eyes and he gazed heatedly at where their body joined. The desire
on his face had her insides quivering, straining, reaching for her orgasm. Each
stroke of his cock tightened her core muscles, warming them, until she dug her
fingernails into his chest and let herself go.
Her back arched.
Her knees landed on the mattress, producing another squeak from the bed. She
stifled a scream of approval. Slade gripped her hips, holding her in place as
his hips bucked