Page 31 of The Originals

Meg stilled. “We’ve only been together a month.”

Maureen glanced back at her, resting her hand on her stomach. “It seems that’s all it takes.” Maureen lifted her chin toward the girls. “Notice someone is missing from the group. Bebe always goes on these rides.”

The bitter blonde.

“According to Tully, her ass was out the next morning.”

Meg jerked her head. “Out as in not welcome on the rides?”

Meg hadn’t seen Bebe since their confrontation at the party, but she’d assumed they just hadn’t run into one another.

“Out as in not welcome at the clubhouse or anywhere near the MC.” Maureen arched her brow. “Mick’s orders. So call it what you will, power or a strong relationship, but it looks like you have it —with Mick.”

Meg shouldn’t have taken this much joy in it. Or maybe she should. Meg looked across the lawn at the men gathered in a circle. She sought out Mick.My man.

*

“We ride out in an hour,” Jack said as they all parted ways going to separate rooms.

Meg eyed Grain, who was unlocking his door with one of the club girls gripping his waist. There was no mistaking what they’d be doing for the next hour. Grain pushed open the door. Meg expected him to allow the girl in first, but he didn’t. Instead, he glanced over and caught her stare. He winked and disappeared inside.

He was an interesting character.

Mick opened the door to their room, and unlike Grain, stepped to the side and allowed her to pass first. Grain needed to take notes.

Meg walked in, glancing around. It wasn’t exactly what she’d expected. It was dated, shabby, and looked as if it hadn’t been thoroughly cleaned in weeks. Possibly months. Meg settled in, unpacking her clothes while Mick took a quick shower. Once he was done, it was her turn. She was eager to get rid of all the road dust. Her shower lasted longer than usual.

She wiped off the steam from the mirror and glanced down at her folded clothes on the sink counter.We still have forty-five minutes to kill.

Meg tossed her towel on the edge of the tub and walked into the room. Mick was laying on the bed naked, but the covers concealed him. His eyes were half closed. He’d mentioned taking a quick nap since it would be a long night. She’d been on board with the idea, initially. But now?

“Still need your sleep,old man?”

Mick opened his eyes, and they instantly heated. “Get that sweet ass over here.”

Meg bit back her smile and cocked her head, allowing him a longer lingering perusal. Nudity had never been something she’d fully embraced. Her past partners weren’t as open. And neither was she. Being nude for sex in the moment was one thing, but parading around in his room afterward? Who did that? The corner of her mouth curled.Apparently, me.Mick always looked at her as if she was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. It gave her the confidence boost she needed.

Meg had never considered herself insecure, but she was human. Surrounded by gorgeous women in the clubhouse, it was hard not to compare herself. But with Mick, she didn’t question it.

She sauntered across the room, carefully crafting her steps. She was trying to build the seduction. Mick whipped off the covers, and it was clear her seductress act was unnecessary. He slid his hand over his stomach and down to his cock, fisting it.She stopped at the foot of the bed, licked her fingers, and slipped them between her legs.

Mick had opened her eyes to a lot sexually. Teasing was a favorite of hers. Mick, on the other hand, wasn’t a fan. He shot up from the bed and grabbed her arm, pulling her on top of him as his mouth crashed over hers. His tongue slipped past her lips as his hands grabbed her ass, sliding her over his hard length. He wasn’t even inside her, and she was overcome with arousal.

Meg ground against him, her panting uncontrollable. She swiveled her hips, breaking from the kiss. He needed to put on a condom before they got too lost in the moment. It had happened twice. She had started on birth control pills, but she didn’t fully trust the process until the third month mark. It was important to both of them to be diligently careful. Children weren’t part of their plan.

Mick reached over to the bedside table. There was a strip of condoms. Not a full pack. They’d used plenty in the last few weeks. She shimmied her way down his legs, watching him put it on. He was so hard. Meg licked her lips and attempted to swing her leg to get off him, but Mick grabbed her thighs, keeping her straddled over him.

“You on top. Want to watch you ride me.”

Meg had been introduced to a lot of positions outside of missionary, courtesy of Mick. But this was a first. With any other partner, she might have been apprehensive. Not with Mick. If anything, she was eager. She climbed over his lap, lined his cock up with her pussy, and slowly lowered.

Oh fuck!

She whimpered, fighting against a moan. There was so much pressure. The good kind, though her body wasn’t accustomed to him hittingthatparticular spot. She gasped, swiveling her hips. She pressed her hand against his chest, digging her nails into his flesh. Mick must have recognized her sensory overload. He slidhis hand over her back and pulled her against his chest. Her lips found his, and he circled his hips, thrusting in and out slowly.

Mick drove his hand through her hair, fisting a chunk, and she followed his lead and drew back her neck. His lips caressed over her throat, dragging his tongue and sucking her skin. It would leave a mark, for sure.I love that.Never in her life did she think she’d get excited about a man branding her, but everything was different with Mick. She wanted the mark. She wanted his claim over her.I want to be his.

“Sit back,” he whispered, and she followed his command.