Page 89 of Rest In Pieces
“You didn’t. I’m just being stupid?—”
His finger on my lips silences me. “Your feelings aren’t stupid. I might’ve had good reasons for what I did, but I still hurt you. I’d fucking hate knowing you’d been on the back of one of my brother’s bikes. I promise it won’t happen again. I wasn’t thinking clearly, all I thought about was getting home to you.”
I rest my head against his chest and take a deep breath before letting it out slowly. “Thank you.” I lift my head to look up at him. “I did overreact, though. I let the voice in my head fill me with doubts, and that’s my issue, not yours. It’s something I needto work on. I guess I got worried you’d wonder why you were with me when you could have her.”
His hands cup my face. “You don’t see what I see, but that’s okay. You will, even if I have to fuck you every single day to remind you. I chose you. You’re all I think about and talk about, much to my brothers’ annoyance. You’re all I see, Amity. Just you.” His lips press against mine, and he kisses me softly, more so than ever before, conveying an emotion I’m not sure I’m willing to put a name to just yet.
As he kisses me, his hands move to my jacket, and he pushes it from my shoulders, letting it drop to the ground with my backpack. Lifting his head, he spins me around and bends me over his bike. My helmet falls off the seat, but we both ignore it as G pops open the buttons of my jeans and eases them and my underwear down over my ass.
“Someone will catch us,” I warn him, but I can’t deny the thrill that runs through me at the thought of someone seeing us.
“Look up, Amity. Do you see the two red dots in the corners? Do you know what they are?”
“Cameras,” I whisper, the realization making me wetter than I ever imagined.
“You’re damn right someone’s watching. I could call and ask them to turn them off,” he tells me as I hear him lower his zipper. “But I won’t. I think you like the thought of someone watching us. I bet if I slipped my fingers inside your pussy right now, they’d come out soaked, wouldn’t they?”
I whimper and nod as he kicks my legs wider. They can’t go much further because of my jeans, but it’s enough for him to get closer. He slips a couple of fingers inside me, and I groan.
“I fucking knew it. You’re dripping all over my hand. You want to show my brothers what they can see but never touch?”
“Yes,” I cry as he pulls his fingers out.
I feel him press against me again, but this time, it’s definitely not his fingers. He thrusts inside me, making the bike wobble, but thankfully, it doesn’t fall over.
“Jesus, taking you bare is my favorite thing ever. The only thing better than painting you with my cum is fucking it back inside you.”
I hold on for dear life as he fucks me slowly, like he has all the time in the world. Anyone could walk in, and I know he wouldn’t care; he’d just carry on like it was totally normal to rail his girl while chatting with his brothers.
The taboo of it all has my body buzzing, warning me that this orgasm is going to be intense. I can’t stop it any more than I could stop the sun from shining, and honestly, I don’t want to. I don’t care if the whole clubhouse is watching, stroking their cocks to the sight of G’s pierced dick, wet from my arousal, sliding in and out of me.
“Such a dirty girl. You like the idea of being watched, don’t you?”
I swear this man can hear my mind sometimes. But I bite my tongue, worried that if I say it out loud, the next time we fuck might be over the pool table in the middle of the clubhouse.
“Tell me the truth, Amity. There are no lies between us, ever.”
I swallow hard.
“You like being watched?”
“I don’t know. I like the idea of it—of being caught. But I don’t know if I like the reality of it.”
“You like the thrill of it.” He thrusts into me hard, rewarding my honesty. “We can try anything you want, baby. And if you want to explore those kinks or any others, I’m down with that. I’ll never push you beyond what you’re comfortable with. The only thing I won’t do is share you. No fucking way am I ever letting another man inside you. This pussy is mine.”
“Yes!” I gasp.
“Say it. Tell me who this pussy belongs to.”
“It’s yours, G. My pussy belongs to you.”
“Damn fucking straight. Now I want you to come all over my cock. I wanna wear your cum like a badge of honor tonight. This pussy might be mine, but this cock? It’s all yours.”
He reaches around to rub my clit. My legs start to shake, and my stomach tightens as my orgasm builds, coiling inside me like a snake ready to strike.
“Come for me, baby. Come for me, and I’ll fill you so full of my cum you’ll taste it.”
He sinks his teeth into the curve of my neck, not hard enough to hurt but enough to push me over the edge. I scream his name as I explode, a wave of pleasure hitting me like a tsunami, crashing through everything in its wake, dragging him along with me. I feel him pumping his cum inside me, filling me up before he brushes his lips across my shoulder.