Page 90 of Iron Heart
“Can I take a rain check? I had a peanut butter and pickle sandwich a couple of hours ago. I’m still full from that.”
Dante grimaces. “Man, those things are vile. It’s a good thing I didn’t know about your sick tastes in sandwiches before I fell in love with you. No way I would have stuck around. Now it’s too late.”
“You find me adorable and quirky,” I scoff.
“Sadly, yes, I do.” He pulls me to him, planting a kiss on the top of my head, inhaling the scent of my hair. “God, I’ve missed you.”
“Okay, I think things are starting to heat up around here,” Bethany announces, giving both of us an arch look. “I’m out of here, before I see something I shouldn’t.”
Laughing, the other ladies agree. I hug each one of them and thank them for their help. Bailey goes inside and grabs fresh towels for the girls, then helps dry them off. Fifteen minutes later, the garage door is closed, and Dante and I are alone in our house for the first time since he got back.
“Upstairs,” he orders sternly.
I pretend to be offended. “Is that an order?” I ask.
“Damn right.” He reaches down and slaps my ass. “Now go.”
The truth is, he didn’t need to ask twice. I’m already shivering with anticipation. I walk up ahead of him, slowly, swaying my hips as I go. I peel off my shirt and dangle it over the railing before letting it drop. Then do the same with my bra. By the time I’m at the top of the stairs, the only thing I have on are a pair of short shorts, the top of which I’ve unbuttoned.
“Jesus,” Dante breathes when I turn around and give him a smirk. “Feels like I haven’t fucked you in a year.”
I lick my lips slowly, letting my eyes drag down to the sizable bulge in his jeans. Then I saunter into the bedroom.
Dante’s shirtless in an instant. His jeans follow next. He stands before me, cock huge and at attention. He reaches up and gives it a long, slow stroke. The sight of it makes me hold back a moan.
“Strip those little shorts off, baby,” he says.
I do as he says. Soon, I’m as naked as he is. I’m so wet the air is chilly between my legs. My mouth waters as I watch him pleasure himself.
Before he can make a move, I’m kneeling down in front of him. He groans loudly as my mouth finds the hot head of his cock. I wrap my lips around the velvety skin and take as much of him in as I can, my tongue swirling, reveling in the taste of him. He’s so big my jaw hurts a little when I do this, but I love it so much I don’t care. I suck and lick, the ache between my legs growing. Since he’s been gone there’s a frenzy to our motions, and I know this time will be quick, urgent. Later, we’ll go again, and make it last. For now, we both need relief. I feel it in the way the throbbing of his cock matches the one between my legs.
Dante reaches down and pulls me up to him. We both tumble onto the bed, our mouths finding each other, frantic, searching. “Need you,” he grunts.
“Dante,” I moan. “I need to ride you.”
His only response is to grab my hips, pulling me on top so I’m straddling him. The ache in my pussy eases just a little as I slide myself down on his shaft, and I sigh in relief as I start to ride him, my hips moving on their own as our bodies finding their rhythm. I angle myself forward, so the slick heat of him slides deliciously against my swollen clit. “Oh, God, that’s it,” I moan. “Dante, I’m there, I’m gonna…”
The explosion overcomes me, cutting off my words as I cry out, my body going rigid, then beginning to shake. Dante holds me by the hips, his own continuing to rock, faster, harder. Seconds later, he follows me over the edge, pumping deep inside me as he fills me with his seed.
God. I don’t know how anything could possibly feel better than this.
In the afterglow, Dante strokes my hair and kisses me on the forehead as he tells me as much as he can about the club run he just got back from. I tell him about my slumber party with Savannah and the garage sale.
“Bailey and the others were saying this house is perfect for a big family. Plenty of room for kids,” I murmur.
“Well, we already have that plastic pool,” Dante jokes. “So I guess we’re ready to go.”
“Good point,” I laugh.
“You better be careful, though,” he warns me. “In my family, we tend toward boys, and they’re a handful.”
“I think we can manage that,” I say. “You’re an Enforcer, after all. You’re used to dealing with unruly.”
Dante chuckles. “Maybe. I never thought of it like that.”
“So… I have some ideas for names,” I venture.
“What, already?” Dante leans on an elbow and considers me, brow cocked. “Is there something you’re not telling me?”