Page 182 of I Will Revel in Glory (Death by Daybreak MC 3)
I take off after Beast, slipping into the downstairs shower just in time to find him naked and waiting for me. He’s leaning back against the bathroom counter, palms flat for support. I very carefully close the door behind me and tuck some hair behind my ear.
“You know I love you, hun,” he drawls out at me, and I swear, that sound goes straight to my nipples, turning them into hard, pert points and flooding my core with even more heat. Not that I needed it: seeing all four guys sweaty and shirtless and covered in dirt just about made me come right then and there. “You don’t have to come in here and offer yourself up to me.”
“Oh, I know that,” I tell him, putting my arms around his strong neck and kissing that warm, sultry mouth of his. “But I want to. I’ll die if I have to get through an entire dinner with people without getting fucked first.”
He laughs, the sound feathering against my lips before I kiss him again, slowly working my mouth down to his neck, his chest, teasing one of his nipples with my tongue. I continue licking and kissing and laving him until I get down to his waiting erection.
I’m not kidding when I say he has a huge goddamn cock. It’s so big that when I curl my fingers around the base of him, they don’t meet up. Down here on my knees, it’s hard to imagine that he fits inside of me the way he does, as if we were made for each other.
Then again, I feel like that with every single one of the guys.
“Damn it, Gidge,” he murmurs, kneading my scalp with his strong fingers. “Not sure how I feel about this, my pregnant wife suckin’ me off like this …”
“Shush,” I breathe, darting my tongue out to tease his tip. He lets out a long exhale as I lick down his length, paying special attention to his balls before lifting my head back up. When I go to put him in my mouth, I have to really stretch my jaw to make him fit. Even then, it’s almost uncomfortable. I can only do it for a second, sliding down and then back up again, releasing his shaft with a gasping breath.
“Oh fuck,” he groans, removing his hand from my hair and putting it back on the counter so that he can curve his fingers around the countertop. “That feels too damn good.”
“It should,” I whisper, letting the heat of my words and breath tease the glistening wet head of his dick. “It takes some effort, husband. You’re huge, you know that?”
He looks down at me with that perfect blue gaze of his, and for a while, it’s just us in that bathroom. Just me and him. There are no bad memories or flashes of blood and fire. That’s what I like best about these men; they’re all-consuming. But in a good way.
They make me feel … human.
I work Beast with my mouth and tongue until my jaw is sore, and I’m sneaking a hand between my thighs to pleasure myself. He doesn’t like that. He ends up reaching down and hauling me to my feet, turning me around and bending me over the countertop.
I brace myself with my hands against the edges of the sink as he undoes my shorts, wrenches them down my hips, and slides his huge, wet cock into me. I’m so turned-on by that point that he only stretches me a little, just enough to leave this kiss of delicious invasion as he rocks his hips into me. Deep and hard and slow.
I end up lifting my head so that I can look at him in the mirror, and we stare at each other while he works my body with his. This time, when I sneak a hand between my legs, he allows it, and I work my clit with vigorous, circular motions until I’m contracting around him and milking his body with my cunt.
Beast groans and pounds into me, enjoying the ride before his own climax hits and he’s filling me up with the heat of his own pleasure.
We relax there for a few minutes before he pulls out and helps me into the shower, gently cleaning me with a warm washcloth and washing my hair for me. Can I say how amazing it is, to have this huge man, the enforcer of the Death by Daybreak Motorcycle Club, using honey-scented shampoo and conditioner to wash my hair?
I love it.
I love all of this.
Them, our house, our new life, our future.
If I think about it like that, I feel lucky.
If I think about the past … well, I try not to let it haunt me. If I do think about it, I try to force myself to conjure up pleasant memories instead. It’s not easy, and I’m not very good at it yet, but I’m trying.
