Page 10 of Carver
Then, he held up that magical button and pressed it. A moment later, a loud explosion reached our ears, and flames burst into the air, bright and orange. I chuckled and fist-bumped Grit. “Let’s get the fuck out of here,” I told them. “Don’t want to be around when cops show up.”
We quickly climbed into Blink’s truck, and then we were off, heading back to our territory and the clubhouse, where I planned to shower and climb into bed with my woman.
My woman.
It felt right. Itwasright. She was mine. Mine to protect. To take care of. To… love.
Yeah… it was official. I did love her. I just blew up numerous bikes to give her an added layer of protection. Her father would be out of commission for a while without his, considering they had no other modes of transportation. Unlike us, who were smart enough to have something other than just bikes, he was not. And even if he had… well, I would’ve blown that up, too.
For now, she had a moment of peace, and I intended to make sure she enjoyed every bit of it.
Fuck with what was mine, and I’d blow your entire world up… literally.
9
Carver
Ileaned my head back beneath the shower head, letting the water spray away the dirt and grime on my skin from tromping through the woods and crawling on the ground. The heat and pounding water felt especially good on my tense shoulders, and I sighed, letting my head fall forward again, my hair flopping into my face. Reaching up, I slicked the dirty blonde strands back over my scalp.
I knew I’d been in the shower a while already, but I wasn’t tired in the slightest, still too wound up from blowing up the Lockheart MC’s bikes. I probably wouldn’t be able to sleep for quite a few hours. There was too much adrenaline still pumping through my veins. Too much going on. My head wouldn’t go quiet long enough to allow me to fall asleep.
Deciding I needed to get out before I turned pruny, I turned the water off and snatched my towel off the bathroom counter, quickly drying myself off. After wrapping the towel around my waist, I flipped off the bathroom light and quietly opened the door. I paused when I stepped out, surprised to see Jennifer awake. She was sitting up in bed, and her eyes snapped to me when I emerged from the bathroom.
She’d been asleep when I’d come in a little while ago, her lips softly parted with adorable little snores spilling from her sweet mouth. She’d looked so damn beautiful, I’d been a bit pissed with myself for not having a camera on hand so I could take her picture. Just so I could have that moment forever.
“Where did you go?” she asked me.
I leaned my shoulder against the doorjamb of the bathroom, looking at her through the moonlight streaming into the room through the slit in the curtains. “To… incapacitate your father’s club for a while,” I told her evasively. The less she knew, the better. Not even Lindsey, the queen of this club, knew exactly what we’d gone to do tonight. And she never pried. So long as she was safe and happy, she was content.
“Incapacitate him?” she asked. She didn’t sound upset though. More… curious.
“Mhm,” I hummed. I turned toward my dresser, intent on getting a pair of sweatpants so I wasn’t just standing there in a towel. I didn’t want to make her uncomfortable, and it was hard to tellwhatshe was feeling in this mostly dark room. “Let me get dressed, and I’ll?—”
I grunted in surprise when her hands suddenly landed on my upper arms and she turned me around to face her. And then, her lips were on mine. I growled low in my throat, my cock instantly tenting the towel around my hips. Gripping her waist, I pulled her body closer to mine. Her kiss wasn’t sweet. Wasn’t tender. It was full of need and lust, and I answered with equal fervor, the sweatpants I’d wanted to grab long forgotten as I backed her the short distance to the bed.
“Carver…” she whimpered as I pulled my mouth from hers so I could attack her neck—nipping, biting, sucking, licking. Fuck, I couldn’t get enough of her.
“Matthew,” I rasped before sucking her earlobe into my mouth. I needed to hear my real name on her lips—not the nickname I’d been given in the military.
She whined, her body arching into mine. She wasn’t wearing a bra, so I could feel the hard press of her nipples against my bare chest. A low growl sounded from my chest. “My first name is Matthew. Use it, princess.”
“Matthew,” she breathed. Like my name was a fuckingprayer.Fuck.
“That’s it, princess,” I rumbled as I eased her back on the bed. She reached for me, and when her hands palmed the back of my neck, she pulled me down, pressing our mouths together again in a dirty kiss that stole all logical thought from my brain. At this rate, I was going to bust a nut before I even got inside of her.
I braced my elbow beside her head and made a path down her neck with my lips, trailing kisses across her skin as I used my other hand to push her shirt above her head until it was off, her upper body exposed to my hungry gaze.
She waseverythingperfect in this world.
“Christ, princess,” I rasped before leaning down to suckle one perfect tit, laving my tongue over the stiff peak. She moaned, her fingers sliding into my damp hair. Moving across her chest, I gave her other breast the same attention before sliding further down her body, her fingers slipping from my hair as I went. She arched her back and writhed on the bed as I flicked my tongue over her belly, nipping at the spots that seemed to be the most sensitive.
When I reached the band over her panties, I gripped the fabric between my teeth and pulled them down her thighs until they pooled on the floor. My towel fell off, and she sighed longingly at the sight of my cock. It was average length—nothing to be super excited about. But it was thick, and average length or not, I knew how to use it.
I’d have her begging beneath me before the night was over.
“Matthew,” she pleaded, reaching for me. I lowered myself over her, kissing her again. “Please,” she begged. “No more foreplay. Iwantyou. Ineedyou.”
I pressed a kiss to her jaw. “Okay, princess. Okay.” I nudged her thighs farther apart before settling my body between them, my cock brushing over her drenched core. I groaned at the feel, thrusting against her, my cockhead brushing her clit. She whimpered, her neck arching as she pressed her heels into the mattress, rolling her hips up to get more friction.