Page 30 of Striker

I can’t help but think about everything he’s done for us. We’re in a safe and secure location because of him. He’s personally protecting us. He even made a very public apology about wronging me in front of his club brothers. He talked to me about his past with women and disclosed things that were hard for him to admit so I could understand him better. He’s slowly proving to me that he’s not the same person he was three years ago and I’m even starting to believe it.

The only thing I’ve given him is a daughter he doesn’t know is his and a lie of omission about who her father is. I’ve brought danger into his life.

Tonight, the way he goes the extra mile to do cute voices for her makes me realize he truly cares about her. He deserves to know my secret right now, not at some undisclosed future date.

When I hear him moving around in his bedroom instead of the room downstairs where he normally sleeps, I throw the blanket off me and slide to the edge of the bed. The minute my feet touch the floor, I decide that I’m going to tell him, tonight, before I lose the nerve. The house is nice and quiet. There is no better time than right now.

I quietly pad over to the door and slip out into the hallway. I knock once and push his door open slightly. “Can I come in?”

“Yeah, of course. What’s up? Is Josie alright?”

When I push the door all the way open, he’s standing by the bed with his shirt off and one leg in his jeans. My mouth goes dry because he looks like an inked god. Striker isn’t as bulky as some of the other brothers but it’s clear he leads an active lifestyle. His body is toned and he’s got a huge Sons of Rage tattoo that covers his back. Not to mention tattoos flowing down both arms and even the calf of the exposed leg is covered in tattoos.

My eyes crawl all over his body, noting the new tatts. I tear up a bit when I see my name inked in a dark band around one bicep. He didn’t have this when I left. I cross the room and my fingers come up to trace around the tattoo he got in my honor.

“Do you like it?” he asks in a husky voice.

Too choked up to speak, I nod. My hands don’t stop at my name. I walk around him, getting a better look at all of them. I count at least six that weren’t there before. Finally, I say, “They’re all gorgeous, babe.”

His chin lifts proudly and that sexy smile is back. “Since we’re playin’ show and tell, it’s your turn, beautiful.”

Suddenly it’s like old times and I forget everything except the joy of being with him. All the reasons why this is a bad decision seem far away, less important than they were before I entered his room and started remembering how wonderful being with him used to be. I want him in this moment and I think he wants me too. Nothing else matters.

“Let’s just have this one night. We can worry about everything else tomorrow,” I whisper. It’s an offer I never thought I would make.

He searches my face for an instant, and then his lips are on mine, hot and hungry. His hand slips through my hair, tilting my head back to give him better access to my mouth. He’s been waiting three years for this, and I expect he will take full advantage of the opportunity. In fact, I’m counting on it.

“I want to touch you and taste you, darlin’. I’ve wanted this, dreamed about it.”

I don’t protest when he lifts my sleep shirt above my head and tosses it aside. I also don’t say a word when he goes to his knees in front of me and rips my panties off. He’s done that before, and, to be honest, it’s kind of hot. I lean back against his bedpost as he slings one of my legs over his shoulder and spreads me open. I close my eyes and feel my nipples tighten as he buries his face between my legs. I’ve missed this so much.

My body isn’t exactly the same as it used to be because I’ve carried his child and given birth. Striker doesn’t seem to notice or care about the fine lines that mar my stomach. If he doesn’t care, then I can’t be bothered to care either.

He stops long enough to ask, “You want my mouth on you, right?”

“God yes. I want you.”

I think he just wanted to hear me say it out loud because afterwards his excitement ramps up. His hands are all over me as his devilish tongue moves in tight circles around my clit, teasing and tormenting me at the same time. Just when I’m about to come, he comes to his feet and pushes me back onto the bed.

He comes down on top of me, and when he kisses me, I can taste myself on him. It’s obscene and illicit and shamefully arousing. I can’t get enough of him, so I cup his face in my hands and kiss him back.

One of his hands comes up to cup my breast and he kisses his way down from my mouth to my throat to my breast. When he licks my nipple and blows on it, I almost come undone. It’s been so long since anyone has touched me that everything he does feels ten times more potent than it should. Then the next thing I know, he’s sucking on my nipple and then abruptly changes to the other one.

I’m so excited that I wrap my legs around his waist, feeling his thick cock full and heavy against my stomach. I reach down and stroke him with both hands, causing him to make a strangled, feral noise in the back of his throat.

I ask for his cock with a gesture rather than with words by placing the head of his cock at my opening and pulling him forward with my legs. A woman couldn’t be more wanton and obvious than I’m being. I want him more right now than I ever have. Is that why I came to his room tonight? It must be. My thoughts are too scattered right now to be sure.

He braces one arm on each side of me and slowly forces my body to accept his generous endowment. And somehow my body remembers the shape of him and that his cock means endless pleasure, so I instinctively soften for him.

I know that Striker wants to hurry the taking, maybe he even considers it a claiming rather than a one-off, but he holds himself in check and takes me slowly.

“Are you okay?” he whispers against my ear.

I nod and run my hands up and down his back, using my nails to tease him. “I’m good. I promise.”

“If you tell me to stop, I will,” he says roughly.

“This is our one night together. I don’t want you to stop,” I tell him breathlessly.