Page 34 of Snake (Road Rebels MC 3)
Because if things happened the way I imagined, I wasn’t going to fuck the shit out of Laiken with all the other guys sleeping in rooms next to us.
“Jace? You here?”
Laiken’s voice filled the house, and I got into position. I opened up my bedroom door and sat on the edge of the bed as Laiken’s footsteps came up the stairs. I pulled the ring out of my pocket and twirled it in my lap, my head bowed as I studied the diamond. It was a ring my grandmother had gifted my mother, but because the ring was more beautiful than the one my father proposed with, he didn’t like her wearing it. It was a family heirloom. Bordering on an antique. I had it professionally cleaned in town, and it glimmered like I had purchased it yesterday.
I heard Laiken stop at the door and gasp as she took in the room around her.
I had purchased all sorts of electronic candles. Yellow and red and light blue glowed around the darkened room. There was a hot bath with vanilla-scented bubbles waiting for us in the bathroom and freshly-cleaned sheets ready for our juices. I slowly raised my gaze to Laiken as I took her in, studying the dress she had put on for the evening.
That had been my only request of her. A dress with no panties underneath.
“Jace,” she said breathlessly. “What the fuck is all this?”
I chuckled as a grin crossed my cheeks, but I stayed silent as I slid to the floor. Her eyes were on me as I got on one knee, her hands flying to her lips. I held up the ring with my head bowed, trying to collect my thoughts. The speech I had rehearsed had suddenly left my mind, and the only thing I had left was the truth.
And if there was anything Laiken deserved from me at this point, it was the truth.
“Laiken, you are the wildest woman I’ve ever met,” I said. “You are sexy, smart, kind, and compassionate. I don’t deserve you… not even close… but I’m hoping you will consider what I’m about to ask you.”
I heard her draw in a shuddering breath as I raised my eyes to hers. There were tears in her eyes and a smile upon her cheeks. I clenched my jaw and studied the trail of tears trickling down her skin. Leaving reddened trails behind as my chest constricted with emotion. This woman had me all twisted up inside. She broke down my walls and made me feel weak. And within that weakness, I’d never felt more like a man than when I was in her presence. In her arms.
Between her legs.
“Our worlds are different, but our souls are the same. There is no other woman for me. Not by a fucking long shot. And trust me, I tried to find her,” I said.
“I’m sure you did,” she said in a whisper.
“I know we have so much shit to work through. With the Saints, and your job. But I want to work it out all with you. Laiken Riley, will you marry me?”
I held the ring up to her, and she took it between her fingers. I watched her slip it onto her left hand as my heart thundered in my ears. Her eyes danced along the sparkling ring as her hands reached down for my shirt. Then, she fisted the material and pulled me up to her lips.
Our tongues collided in an electric tango of lust. Her lips were pillowy soft and tasted of the cherry blossom lip gloss she had painted them with. Her fists pulled me closer as my arms cloaked her back, and I could feel her nodding against my face.
Our foreheads rested against each other’s as our lips broke apart, a smile crossing her cheeks.
“Yes,” she said. “I will marry you, Snake.”
Our eyes connected heavily as my hands grasped her ass. I picked her up effortlessly, listening to her gasp with surprise. Hearing my given name drip from her lips during such an important time in our relationship told me she accepted me. All of me. Every facet of me. It told me she wasn’t just marrying Jace, the young boy she met in college. She was also marrying Snake, the burly, unrestrained hot-head that rode with The Road Rebels.
I could not have loved her more at that moment if I had tried.
Pressing her to the wall, I bunched her dress up to her waist. I could feel her heated pussy radiating against my cock. I pinned her with my chest as I pushed my pants down, then pulled out my dripping cock. One look at her in that dress and I was done for. She could smile at me from across a room, and my dick would rise for her. I slid the head of my cock along her wet entrance, listening to her gasp as I played with her clit. I teased her to moans, her hands gripping into my back. Her body shook for me as my cock slid to her entrance, then I pushed in and encompassed her lips with mine.
I set a furious pace, fucking her imprint into the wall. Her legs locked around me as my lips ravaged her neck. She whispered my name and moaned with every undulation her body made against mine. I pressed the fabric of her dress into the wall, gaining leverage with my legs as I drove further into her body.
“I love you, Jace. Fuck… I love you… so… oh, shit.”
“That’s it. Let it wash over you. Let my cock paint your body.”
I pounded into her hips, feeling her entire body jumping against mine. Her tits pressed deep into my chest, and her thighs jiggled every time our hips connected. She was dripping all over me. Down my balls. Coating my thighs. I pulled down her dress and sucked on her breasts, leaving marks on her skin she would cover with her uniform the next day.
I wanted her walking into that fucking police station with evidence of The Road Rebels underneath.
I could feel my balls pulling up into my body as her pussy clamped down around me. Her grip on my back became stronger and her moans because louder. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head, and her legs began to quiver, and I knew she was close as I reached for her ankle.
I folded her leg up to her chest as her eyes flew open, and the moment my tight curls raked against her clit she was done.
“Jace! Yes! Oh… fuck, fuck, fuck. Yes. I’m coming. I’m coming. Oh… shit!”
I planted my face into her neck and groaned. I thrust deep into her body, sliding against every sensitive part of her. Her walls fluttered around me and pulled me in deeper, pressing our bodies as close as they’d ever become. Sweat was gathering underneath my shirt as my cock twitched, my hot cum painting her walls with my scent. Laiken clung to me, her lips peppering my neck with kisses as she shook within my grasp.
I felt her smile into me, and I felt like I was floating. Even with all we had been through, I could still make her smile as I wrapped her within my arms.
“Fancy a bath?” I asked.
She giggled as I slowly pulled away from her, feeling our intermingled juices trickling from her body.
“Yeah,” she said, panting. “I think I could do with a bath.”
“Then, allow me.”
I tugged her dress over her head and found she wasn’t wearing a bra either. I groaned at the sight of her bare tits, her nipples pulled to painful peaks. I reached down and wrapped my lips around one as she groaned, collapsing at the knees. I wrapped my arms around her and caught her before she could hit the floor, then picked her luscious body up and held it close to mine.
“I’ll never get used to this,” she said.
“Used to what?” I asked.
“The fact that you can pick me up.”
“And I hope you never do. Because I love the little gasp that leaves your lips when it happens,” I said.
I carried us into the bathroom and lowered her into the bath. I stepped back and surveyed the scene, her shining skin underneath the numerous bubbles. I stripped as she rolled her eyes over me, her eyes taking in my chiseled muscles I kept toned just for her. I knew she loved running her fingers over them. She loved sinking her teeth into my strength. I kept them up just for her. Just so I could see her eyes shine with lust whenever I got naked after a long day with the crew.
“I’ll never get used to that either,” she said as she licked her lips.
“Good,” I said. “Because I plan on devouring you every night.”
“Then get on in here, hot stuff. The night’s just beginning.”
She lifted her leg out of the water, and I watched the water drip off her curves. I s
tepped into the steaming water and sat down, feeling her wet skin sliding against mine. She maneuvered herself, so she was between my legs, with my cock growing against her back.
“You’re insatiable, aren’t you?” she asked, giggling.
“Only when it comes to you, love. Only when it comes to you.”
“I love you, Jace,” she said as she leaned into my chest.
“I love you, too, Laiken.”
“We’ll get them. You trust me when I say that right?”
I dipped my lips to her neck and nipped at her salted skin.
“With my life,” I said. “I trust you with my life.”
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