Page 25 of Framed for Life
Fortunately my coat covered up the rest.
Mine.
She’s mine and I do NOT fucking share.
When I break the kiss she’s melting in my hands, but I force myself to stop.
I take her face in both my hands. “We need to get this straight. I’ve slept with a lot of women.”
Stopping, I clear my throat. “Technically I’ve never slept with a woman. I’ve banged them. Screwed them. Fingered them. Eaten them out. Hell I’ve licked food off of body parts. I’ve spanked them. I’ve ass-fucked them. I’ve had three-ways. I’ve done shit you’ve never heard of. But none of them made my heart do the crazy shit it does when I look in your sweet eyes, Katie. No one even came close. I didn’t want them in my bed. That’s the only place you belong.”
Katie’s biting her lip, her eyes are brimmed with tears and the only thing I can think to do is to kiss her lashes. One side then the other.
“I’m a changed man, Katie. Today was like getting struck by lightning. And you’re the bolt.”
When her arms come around my neck, I hold my breath.
Quietly, she asks, “Have you been tested for STDs?”
“Yep. Just got the results. Club pays for an annual physical because they like keeping us healthy, believe it or not. Some kind of rule after one of our younger brothers had a heart attack at thirty-seven. And I always wore a rubber. Every time.”
A solemn expression falls over her face. “I’m a virgin.”
“I know.”
I could tell from a fucking mile away.
“You don’t mind?”
“Mind!?!” I squeeze her, pulling her flush against my body. “I’m honored. But even if you weren’t untouched, I’d feel the same about you, Katie. But I’m more than happy to get to show you how a woman should be touched.”
“Now?”
My brows shoot up. “Now what?”
“It feels like a good time to…”
“Fuck?”
“I’m feeling a little daring. It might have been the motorcycle. All that vibration.”
The lava in my veins pumps faster.
“And me pinning you down on that picnic blanket? You liked that didn’t you?”
She blushes bright pink. “It’s embarrassing but yes. And when you spread my legs on the picnic table and stood between my knees.”
My chest rumbles with a groan as my cock doubles in size. “You like me handling you a little rough. A little dominant?”
“Maybe. I’m not sure. But I just like the way you make the decisions. You take charge.”
There’s a very serious possibility my zipper is going to fail. She has to feel the size of me pressed between us.
“You’re gonna love being submissive when we have sex,” I rasp against her ear.
“I am?”
“You’ll do exactly what I say.”
