Page 100 of His Loyal Rebel

"Sis, I've been hard as a fucking rock the moment you walked those sexy legs toward me at the courthouse." He strode toward the hallway.

"A rock, hm?" She laughed against his neck.

Her tongue stroked the crook of his shoulder. He stepped into the room and put her on the bed. The sight of her laid out in front of him, stopped him from his intentions.

Seeing her in the white sundress, her breasts heaving over the material, and the hem bunched up around the top of her thighs, she fucking glowed. He'd never seen her in a dress before.

She was beautiful. Beyond anything, he'd ever seen or imagined.

"Whip?" She held out her hand.

He whistled softly. "Can't get enough of you."

"You can have all of me if you come to bed."

He leaned over and took off his boots, his socks, his vest. Setting the pistol on the floor beside the bed, he unlatched his belt and pulled off his jeans. It'd been hours since he'd had her soft skin against him.

She sat up, reaching for the hem of her dress.

"Leave it on." He stretched out beside her and ran his hand up her dress, stroking her thigh. "You're beautiful."

"I'm happy." She rolled to her side and hung her leg over his bare hip. "Seeing you standing there beside me in front of the Justice of Peace was the best moment of my life."

His cock pulsed harder. He thrust forward, sliding between her legs, and watched her eyes flutter at the intrusion.

Pleasure shot down his legs and his ass clenched. He slipped his hand behind her neck and pulled her mouth to him. Slipping his tongue into her, he held his lower half still, letting her feel how much he filled her.

Twyla shuddered, lifting her leg and pressing her pelvis forward. He groaned. Even that little movement threatened to undo him.

She slid her hand along his ribs, going under his arm. He gave her another inch, slowly moving back and forth.

It would be easy to come. Too easy.

He wished he had more time between now and when they'd have a house full of Tarkio members. He'd spend all fucking day inside of her.

Sucking on her tongue, he lowered his hand over the slope of her hip and gripped the curved bone. His balls throbbed. She was slick and warm, even though she'd gone without panties throughout the whole ceremony with the JP directing them to swear to love and honor.

She'd gone bare on purpose, having whispered her gift to him as they walked up the steps into the building. There was no doubt that she was his woman.

Ballsy.

Brave.

Daring.

Hearing how she was with his sister when Tracy needed her the most took him to his knees when Rick told him what'd happened at the clubhouse the night he'd gone after Big.

He lifted his head, looking down her body, and jerked her closer, locking their bodies together. She was made for him.

He moved her hips with his. The sweet tightness of her pussy squeezed down on him.

Her body stirred in a wave along the length of him. Holding her tighter, he made longer strokes.

Pushed. Pulled. Slid. Thrust.

Her breathing grew shallow. His breath grew heavy.

He couldn't get over the idea that she was his. Not one who thought he wanted a marriage certificate, he now wanted to frame the damn thing and hang it on a nail in the fucking living room.