Page 40 of Haze's Jewel
“God, yes. Everything you do feels amazing.” When he does it again, I moan, “Don’t stop.”
The next thing I know, he’s notching himself at my entrance and I can’t wait to feel him inside me.
When he slides in, my breath catches in my throat because he’s almost too much. Not that I want him to stop. I can’t think of anything that I want more than a pussy full of Haze.
The thing is, he knows that he’s almost too much for one woman. That’s why he goes in short, shallow thrusts at first, to get me used to the sheer size of his cock. And I’m thankful for the consideration. It takes him a minute to work himself in. He gives me time to get adjusted when all I want is for him to move.
I moan, “Faster please,” as I cling to him for all I’m worth.
He pulls out, and slowly slides back in several times, while his mouth is dropping little kisses and nips onto my neck. The intensity of being full of him is nothing compared to the pleasure of feeling him moving inside me. Haze was made to pleasure a woman, I think to myself.
With every glide of his cock, I can feel him everywhere. As wave after wave of pleasure washes over me, I realize how lucky I am to be sharing his bed. The more he thrusts, the rougher his strokes become, until I’m chanting his name, totally lost in the pleasure he gives.
I’m about to come and my pussy clenches down on his cock. That’s when he bites my neck, right where it meets my shoulder. He doesn’t bite hard enough to draw blood, just enough to make me orgasm harder than I have in my entire life. He freezes deep inside me as he comes so hard his entire body tenses up.
When he pulls back, we’re both breathless. He presses his forehead to mine. “Was that everything you built it up to be in your mind?”
“No,” I tell him. “It was a hundred times better than I ever imagined.
He rolls over again putting me on top of his big body. “Thank fuck. I would die of embarrassment if I didn’t hit a home run the first time we were together.
I pat his chest, still trying to catch my breath. “Best sex of my life. You have nothing to be embarrassed about.”
***
Three hours later, I wake up alone. Haze crawled out of bed a while ago, he had a meeting with his club brothers and then he headed to the shop. I was taking the day off—Trix and I are going shopping and then heading on over to the hospital to visit Mel and the baby.
The way all the brothers and their old ladies come together to help each other is something special. I’ll never forget how they all took care of me while I was in hospital, for the first time in ages, I felt I truly belonged.
I’m going to hang tough with Haze for as long as this fling lasts for him, because I’ve never had it so good. I stretch my arms above my head and feel the soft glide of the sheets caress my body. Strange how after making love with Haze heightens my awareness of all things tactile.
After showering I take a rummage through the bag that miraculously appeared outside the door of the suite Haze and I spent last night in.
My hot biker sent a prospect over with a bag containing some clothing and my hygiene supplies from his place. I dig through the things he sent and get ready for my day. For once in my life, I feel like I’m really fitting in and making friends.
When I come downstairs, I see Trix standing face-to-face with Vapor. She has her hands on her hips and appears to be in some kind of heated back and forth with him. Although I’m dying for a coffee, I hang back and let them hash out whatever problem they’re having.
I notice a tall lanky prospect standing nearby. Vapor gestures to him and raises his voice slightly. “Let Evan tag along. You’ve always liked him. Remember? You said he was a good kid. He’s your brother’s best friend.”
“Then let him go hang out with Hark. I don’t need a freaking bodyguard. I got enough of that overbearing shit from my grandfather growing up in the Hellfire Hounds. I don’t need it from you.” Trix punctuates the last part of her sentence by poking him in his massive chest with one finger.
Vapor’s lips press into a thin line. “Fine, but leave your location tracking on and only go to the places we talked about.”
Trix throws her arms around him, and he leans down to claim a kiss. They rub noses, whispering to each other and then break apart. Vapor lingers, even when Trix looks around, spots me, and begins making her way over. The look of worry on his face is concerning. But Trix is all lighthearted smiles, so I let it go.
“Are you ready to go shopping?” she asks enthusiastically.
I step out to meet her. “Yeah, but I’m gonna need some coffee and a muffin.”
“Don’t you worry, I know just the place.”
***
We talk about the baby on our way out to the car and then we’re off. Trix has calmed down after yesterday, I take a chance and ask her about her pregnancy, seeing as it’s no longer a secret. She says she’s doing okay—other than the fact that her allergies are going crazy. Apparently, it’s something that can happen in pregnancy. We drive through Trix’s favorite coffee shop and get drinks and breakfast. Then we head straight to the local mall. Trix has made a list of items Mel will need while she’s in hospital with the baby, they’ll only be in for another night, but we want to spoil her a bit. Poor Mel has been overworked these last few months, I think the club brothers are in the middle of working out a roster for brothers to man the bar, so she can have time off. Obviously, there’s still her and Tracker’s business in town, but arranging cover for one bar is easier than two.
We end up shopping for a few hours before Trix’s begins to gasp for breath. I come up beside her and grasp her arm to hold her up in case she passes out, which is looking more likely by the minute. We stop at the food court and since it’s the tail end of lunch, the food court is still packed. Everyone is staring at us, but I ignore them in favor of trying to help my friend.
“What’s going on? Are you okay?” I’m wondering if I need to call 911.