Page 20 of Loyal
He fucks me through it all. He doesn’t slow down a bit. My head feels foggy as I blink my eyes open to find him still staring at me with the same intense expression.
He never said the words, but they are shining through loud and clear. I don’t know how it happened or when it happened, but this man is in love with me. I can see it clear as day.
That is scary enough, but what frightens me most is that I am ninety-nine percent sure I love him just as much.
As my second orgasm pulls me under, I hear him grunt out my name as he finds his own release. For several minutes he holds me against the wall, my body and mind both satisfied with the fuck it just received.
“Do you want me to go?” he whispers against my temple.
It’s our routine. This is about the time he would climb out my window so no one would see him, but I don’t want that anymore.
I want him.
“Stay,” I tell him.
He pulls back and looks me in the eyes. “Are you sure? I don’t want to overstay my welcome.”
I cup his cheek. “You’re my boyfriend. You fucked me so hard my legs are jelly. The least you can do is stay and cuddle with me.”
“It would be an honor to cuddle you,” he says, pulling me away from the wall, his cock still inside of me as he walks me down the hall toward my room. When he sets me down, he finally pulls out.
“I only brought one condom, but I don’t think it will be enough. I’m not done with you yet.”
It’s the promise in his eyes that has me leaning over to the nightstand, pulling out a box of condoms.
“Neither am I.”
The wicked look in his eye has my pussy quivering.
It’s going to be a long night.
Some days I love my job for the club. Other days, I hate it.
Today is not a day to hate it.
When I brought up the idea to the club to take over some legitimate businesses, I didn’t really know what it would entail. I only knew that we needed legal income to hide the illegal.
Now, it’s become my job to check on these businesses. To go to each one a couple times a month and ensure everything is running smoothly.
It’s the easiest part of my day.
That’s how I ended up at Tires to Go this morning. Antonio came to us a while back with an issue concerning another club. He asked us to help out.
We agreed, but only in exchange for a stake of his business. Now he’s flourishing while the other club has backed off completely.
It’s been my biggest accomplishment to date.
Well, other than finally getting Sami to agree to date me.
“Everything been going well?” I ask Antonio as I look over the books.
“No issues. It helps having the five Lotus men on staff. A lot of people are less likely to start shit when they see them.”
I laugh. “Yeah. Happy’s a mean-looking guy.”
“Yet he is polite. It throws people off.”
I close the books and turn to him. “Things look good here. Our Chicago chapter is ready to look for land to start a Tires to Go up there. We were hoping you would fly up and give your input,” I tell Antonio.
