Page 11 of Carver
She was usually so shy, but beneath me like this, she was needy as fuck. It was so damn mesmerizing.
“Do you have any idea how beautiful you are like this?” I rasped as I eased back on my knees a bit, reaching down to circle the base of my cock. She watched me, licking her lips. Her pupils were blown, her cheeks flushed.
She wasmine. And damn, I was a lucky son of a bitch.
“You ready for me, princess? Ready to feel me inside you? Fucking you and filling you up?”
“Yes,” she breathed. “Stop teasing me, Matthew. Please fuck me.”
I kissed her again before fumbling in my nightstand for a condom. After rolling it on, I eased inside of her. She wrapped her legs around my hips, hooking her ankles on my lower back. Our teeth clashed as I kissed her, losing myself in her. With every stroke of my cock into her pussy, she rolled her hips, meeting me thrust for thrust. The headboard smacked the wall, and I knew everyone could hear her moaning and begging, but I didn’t fucking care.
I was claiming this woman as mine. She wasneverescaping me.
She cried out my name as her walls tightened around me, and I followed her overfinally, groaning into the curve of her neck as I spilled into the condom.
10
Jennifer
Carver—Matthew—ran his fingertips up and down my bare arm. Sunlight was just beginning to creep through the curtains, bathing the room in a soft, yellow glow. I hadn’t been back to sleep since he’d fucked me into the mattress—not once butthreefucking times. After the first time, he’d flipped me onto my stomach, pulled my hips into the air, and fucked me from behind. And the third time, we were lying in bed, and he pulled one of my thighs over his hips and slid inside me a third time, slowly fucking me to sleep.
It was like now that he’d had me once, he couldn’t get enough. And honestly, I couldn’t get enough either. He was everything I’d ever wanted in a man—protective, soft with me,safe. Being a beast in bed was just an added bonus.
A verynicebonus.
“Will you tell me what you can about what you did to my father and his club?” I tentatively asked, adjusting my body so my head rested more comfortably on Matthew’s shoulder. I didn’t expect him to tell me anything, really. Women were kept in the dark to protect us. I understood it. But I wanted a moment to revel in my father’s suffering after all he’d done to me.
Keeping me locked in the clubhouse. Smacking me around when something didn’t go his way. Forcing me to go without food when he felt like I needed to be punished, even if I hadn’t done anything to deserve it. Locking me in a closet for days if I inconvenienced him in the slightest.
“They don’t have bikes anymore,” Matthew said, leaving it at that. I frowned, wondering what he and the other guys did, but I knew not to pry. If I could know, he would tell me.
“Oh,” I said softly, not knowing what else to say.
He pressed a kiss to the top of my head. “I will do whatever it takes to keep you safe, princess. I need you to know that. Tomemorizethat. To hang onto it when things start heating up around here-because they will.” I looked up at him, only to find his hazel eyes already on me. “You’remine, princess. Mine to protect. To take care of. To love.”
My breath hitched at his words, my heart skipping a beat in my chest. Butterflies erupted in my stomach. I sat up on my elbow so I could hover over him, hopeful and afraid at the same time. Hopeful he really meant those words and terrified of what it would do to my heart if he said it was just a slip-up. An accident.
“To love?” I croaked, hating the emotion tearing at my throat. Hating that my uncertainty could be heard in my voice.
Reaching up, he cupped my cheek, nodding his head, his eyes solemn. No hint of joking could be seen in his expression. “Yeah, princess. To love. Because in all this insanity, within mere days, I’ve fallen for you. I will burn this entire fucking world to the ground to protect you, and I’ll never let a flame touch you. You…” He sighed. “Some fucking how, princess, you became the center of my entire fucking universe.”
Tears slid down my cheeks at his admission. Leaning down, I kissed him, hoping he could feel everything I didn’t know how to put into words. Groaning, he kissed me back with the same conviction, pulling me down so I rested on top of him.
“I love you, too,” I whispered, my voice shaky. “Please don’t make me regret doing so.”
He kissed me again, and I closed my eyes, soaking in the moment. “Never, princess.”
Matthew leaned against the counter, a mug of coffee in his hands, his eyes tracking every move I made as I cooked breakfast for everyone. Lindsey stepped into the kitchen, smiling warmly at me when she saw I’d taken over for the morning. “Oh, you didn’t have to make breakfast,” she said, but I could tell she was grateful for it. Especially since she looked a bit pale this morning.
“I wanted to,” I assured her. I was in a damn good mood. I’d found my place in the world—right by Matthew’s side. I never thought I’d want to stick around another club if I escaped my dad’s, but here I was. Ready to stick around for this man.
“I’ll leave you two to it,” Matthew said. He reached up and gently squeezed Lindsey’s shoulder. “Morning, Lindsey.”
“Morning, Carver,” she said, aiming her smile at him. “Can you send Eric in here to wash dishes while we finish up?”
“Sure thing.”
He left the kitchen, and a minute later, Eric came in dragging his feet, looking grumpy. He let his eyes linger on me for a moment—like he was trying to figure me out—and then he looked at Lindsey.