Inflamed: A Shadow Riders MC (49 page)

"I wanna make all your goddamn dreams come true, Mia Marie Sullivan. Every goddamn fuckin' one of 'em--"

"You already have, Jacob."

"Shit, baby, I ain't even come close," he said. And before I knew what was happening, he was moving me off of him and placing me down on the bed, flat on my back and maneuvering his body between my legs.

He covered my body with his and in a single motion, grabbed onto his cock and slid himself back inside me. I felt him in there, I felt him release, but it didn't matter because we still weren't finished. I didn't think we'd ever be and I didn't care if we ever would.

I let out a small cry of satisfaction as his fingers massaged my sex and moved up to my stomach. He released a soft moan and moved his hand along my waist, and up to my breast; he drew his fingers around my nipple, then slid them up to my throat and gently wrapped his fingers around it. He dug them into me again and as I looked up into his eyes, I saw the release of his pain, of his anger and rage and hunger and thirst. I saw love and hate and rich, rich, thoughtful desire mixed in with lust and hell of a whole lot of fear. I saw everything I never had before, things he never allowed me to see; things I wished I hadn't, but things I knew I needed to. I saw
him
. For the first time since looking into his eyes again after so many years, I saw this man clearly, and not just because he was naked and inside of me, not just because what he was giving me was bound to last until the end of time, but because he was allowing himself to be vulnerable, and he was allowing that to be shared with me; it was a gift that no other woman would ever have. One I would cherish for the rest of my life, just as much as this moment.

"You're my entire goddamn world," he said, swerving his hips, making sure I continued to feel nothing and no one else but him inside me. That wouldn't be a problem ever again. "Every fuckin' thing I ever imagined but never thought existed in a world like this, a world like mine, came true the moment you came back to me." He moved his fingers beneath my jaw and gently bent my head back, and brought his face down to mine. Even in partial lightheadedness, I could feel him. And my God, was it one of the best and most preciously intimate things in the entire world. "You've got my entire goddamn heart wrapped up inside your perfect hands for the rest of my life," he told me. "Yours too." He smirked. "You fuckin' own me just as much as I own you, baby. You think you can handle that shit?"

I smiled up at him and gradually lifted the lower half of my body from the bed. God, I was ready for anything with him -- ready to handle
anything
with him, just as long as I was
with. him.

I wrapped one leg around his, forcing him to sink himself deeper inside me until he couldn't go any further, and that's when he hit it, that's when I felt it, when we reached the height of intimacy -- pure and existential ecstasy; my toes curled, my skin was so hot that it felt like the blood in my veins was actually boiling inside me and against him; pleasure and pain was locked in tight between us and neither one of us seemed to know which one was more intense, which was better, which was worse, which was stronger or even more intimate; but we didn't seem to care all that much either, because it felt too good, too unbelievably good to even stop and wonder why we didn't.

"Baby," he whispered, rocking, stroking himself in and out of me. My eyes rolled back into my head as I felt yet another orgasm taking over and I draped my hands across his back and slid them down to his ass. He growled as I squeezed him and hovered his mouth over mine. "
Shit, baby. Fuck
." He slid his tongue inside my mouth and glided it back and forth between the inside of my lips, and without even kissing me, slipped it past my teeth and stroked it against my own tongue again.

It was the most intimate feeling in the entire world.

I grinded myself against him and opened my eyes to his face. His eyes were closed, his brows were furrowed, his nostrils flared and his jaw was locked up tight; he was hard, he was soft, his breath quickened, then relaxed and spread across my skin, creating goosebumps all the way down to the tips of my fingers and toes. I rolled my tongue between my lips and brought a hand back up to move my fingers across his features, around his eyes, down his nose and to his lips. His eyes opened and as he stared down at me, all I could see this time was...
love
. This man loved me, completely, fully, honestly,
obsessively
, ridiculously, crazily… he loved me. It should've scared the absolute shit out of me to finally have it all, to feel just like this, to finally have him; it should've made me run. But all I wanted, all I needed was more of it, more of him, more of this, more of us. I needed it, I craved for it. I desired it even more than his desire to keep me safe.

I wrapped my other leg around him and locked my ankles tight around his back.

"Make love to me," I said, "from now until we can no longer move."

He chuckled. "Fuck, baby, we're almost fuckin' there as it is."

"No, we're not," I told him. "You've got more energy for me than any other man I've ever known."

"No other motherfucker will ever give you the kinda love you need and deserve," he said. "Not like I can. And I'll never let him have a fuckin' chance or opportunity at it."

"You promise?"

"I'm not the kind of motherfucker who makes a promise he can't keep, babe, remember that shit?"

“I remember.”

He dipped his face and brushed his lips against mine and whispered. "I'll never make you a promise that I don't plan to keep, babe. That shit's apart of bein' in love with somebody, right?" he asked.

A single tear escaped my eye and he brushed it away with his thumb. "Yes," I said. "That's a part of being in love with somebody."

And then he bent his face forward and took my bottom lip between his teeth. He wrapped his hands around my face to keep me steady and when he pulled back, he smiled in what looked like a relief; a relief from all the pain he had ever felt, all the anger and hate and rage he had felt, even tonight, even as he was inside me... I was his relief from it all just as much as he was mine.

He tucked my hair behind me and shifted his body again. “You want me to release inside you again?” he asked. "'Cause it's comin'."

I nodded. “All of you in all of me,” I said. “As it should be.”

“Jesus, baby," he grunted in his release. “
Fuck
.”

My entire body quivered as he collapsed from exhaustion and rested his head between my breasts. With his cock still deep inside me, I stroked my legs against his and slid my hands up and down his back and into his wet hair. As I massaged him, he turned to look up at me, his eyelids heavy, his breaths ragged and long. He smiled the deepest, sexiest and most devilish grin I had ever seen him give anyone before, let alone me, and it made me want to keep him inside of me forever.

“How do you fuckin’ feel right now?” he asked me.

“Tired, and sore. But a good kind of tired and sore that I had been needing to feel for a long damn time now.”

“Yeah,” he said. “Yeah, babe, me too.” He stopped and brought his hands up to either side of my waist and gently dragged me down the bed and further beneath him. His cock shifted inside of me, making me flinch, but not in a way that I no longer wanted to feel him there. “No other woman I’ve ever been with compares to you, doll. Nothin’ we had here tonight could’ve existed without you. I never thought I could love a woman like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like she mattered more to me than even my own goddamn existence,” he told me. “That’s you, babe. In a goddamn, motherfuckin’ nutshell, it’s you.”

When I felt him sliding down the bed and pulling out of me, I panicked. “What are you doing?”

“
Shhhh
.” He moved alongside me on the bed and wrapped a hand around my stomach.

“I didn’t want you to pull out of me yet,” I said.

“Baby, if I don’t pull outta you now, I’ll have nothin’ left to fuckin’ give you by the goddamn mornin’ or any time after. And I sure as fuck plan on givin’ you a helluva lot more and then some compared to what I gave you tonight.”

Oh. My God. If this was just a warm up, I’ll never survive the actual race.

He suggested I roll over on my side and after covering ourselves with a sheet, he shoved himself against me and tightened his arm around my waist.

“If I ever let go of you, it’s not ‘cause I want to,” he said. “Never ‘cause I fuckin’ want to.”

“I know.” I wrapped my arm around his and slid my fingers inside his hand. “So is this us?” I asked him. “You and me, officially?”

“Darlin’, you've still gotta ask?" He wrapped his fingers around my chin and turned my face back to his. "You’ve never belonged to any other motherfucker in the entire goddamn world but me since the very fuckin’ beginnin’. You knew that shit even before I did.”

“So I’m on your bike, I’m in your bed, I’m yours....”

“All fuckin’ mine, baby.”

“And that means you’re mine too?”

He waited a few seconds and I could almost feel the fire building up inside his chest as it burned against me. “You wanna know if I’d ever be steppin’ out like the other motherfuckers at the club who scoop up whatever hot piece is nearby when their wives are at home.”

I didn’t want to ask it; I almost didn’t want to know because as much as he loved me, as much as I knew it and as much as he showed it, I also knew just how long he had been living the life and rules of the club. I knew that despite unity and marriage being sacred for some, after what Jolene had said before, it was clear to me that it didn't mean it was sacred for all. Just being called an 'Old Lady' meant that you had 'boss status' when it came to the other random women at the club. But it didn't mean that you could necessarily keep your men, or their dicks in check once you were out of their sight for the night.

River brought his hand up to my breast and moved it back and forth between them as he nuzzled his face into the back of my hair. “You are not just mine in name only,” he said. “I waited too goddamn long to be inside you and officially own that sweet fuckin’ pussy for me to go fuckin’ it up by stickin’ what’s always been yours inside the worthless pussy of some bitch back at my club or any other goddamn place around the U.S. of motherfuckin’ A.”

It was clear that he didn’t do flowers, he didn’t do candy, and he didn’t use sugar to coat his words to me or anyone else and he never would. But even so, they were still just as beautiful to me as any of those things combined, just as beautiful as he was, maybe even more so.

“That answer your question about this shit, doll?” he said. Before I could even get out a single word, he kissed me so deeply that even as I was reclined, I still felt as if I could collapse into his arms. “Fuckin’ mine,” he said again. “All fuckin’ mine.”

He climbed over me again and spread my legs and I couldn’t help but laugh. “I thought you said that was it for the night; you had to save the rest up for--”

“I can’t fuckin’ help it, baby. There ain’t never gonna be a goddamn day or time in my life when I’m not gonna wanna have a good long taste of that sweet, slick pussy and be all up inside you.”

And in that same swift move he used before, he was.

Chapter Forty

One of the best feelings I have ever had, next to having my daughter, was the one I felt growing inside of me as River skimmed his hand across my stomach. Waking up in his strong, muscled arms was like opening up your eyes from the best dream you've ever had, only to realize and discover that you were never really asleep long enough to have one in the first place. Everything you wanted was real and happened and is standing right in front of you, ready and waiting to be grabbed, taken and never let go. In my case, what I wanted, what I never wanted to let go of was laying right beside me and apparently feeling the same. He was so ridiculously close to me that even me shifting against him had him tightening his arm around my waist instinctively.

"Mornin'." He leaned over and whispered in my ear, then drew his tongue along the skin of the back of it; I giggled.

"Hi."

His hand moved up my stomach and around my breast. My nipple grew hard against his palm and I spun around in his arms to look him in the face. His eyes were closed. "Shit, baby." He wrapped his fingers around my back and when I lifted my head, he moved in and softly tugged on the skin of my neck, in the exact same place as last night. My moaning forced his eyes to open up to me. "Goddamn."

I pulled my face back from his and flinched. "What?"

"You are the most beautiful fuckin' woman I've ever had in my bed, in any bed, darlin'."

"So this is a face you'll get used to seeing in the morning, because there won't ever be another taking up space here again."

"Shit, doll. I give you solid permission to fuck me up somethin' good if there ever is again."

"Is that another promise you're making to me?"

He smirked and winked, which I took as a yes. I threw my arm over his neck and moved in close enough to kiss him. With anyone else, I was afraid of not brushing my teeth first, but he was so damn eager to have me again that I couldn't even get out of bed if that's what I had wanted, which it wasn't.