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His large hands drop to my waist and he lifts me easily. I wrap my legs around his muscular torso and he sets me down on the counter, knocking the outdated box of cereal to the floor. His fingers work like magic, pushing and pulling at my clothes, stripping the fabric from my body faster than I could ever do myself. His eyes gleam as he drops, touching his lips to my inner thigh and a ripple of excitement runs through me.
“Damn, baby. You are a fucking vision,” he praises before bringing his lips to softly kiss my pulsing center. His tongue moves slowly over me and my entire body trembles at the contact. His easy chuckle fills my ears and the room begins to blur around me as he quickly goes back to work.
My fingers grip the edge of the counter and my eyes close as the pleasure consumes me. This is a completely new experience; it’s never even been something I thought about as an option. But Fifty is a master. His tongue is skilled beyond anything I could have ever imagined.
“Ahhh…” I breathe out, feeling the fabulous pressure building in my belly.
My feet touch his shoulders, steadying myself as my body begins to lose all sense. His tongue runs up and over me with precision and he makes contact with my now overly sensitive clit. An explosion goes off between my thighs and my legs begin shake as my release hits and I melt away.
My eyes finally open, and my breathing begins to slow. I find his beaming smile and my heart swells. What is he doing to me? Before another thought can cross my mind, his thick arms wrap around me and he slides my body from the counter, lifting me over his shoulder.
“What are you doing?” I can’t stop myself from laughing.
“I’m taking you back to bed,” his deep voice replies, full of promise.
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My eyes rake down over her smooth tanned skin as she pulls on a clean pair of leggings. The tight fabric only draws more of my attention to her curvy body. I’m tempted to grab her and toss her back on the bed, but I’ve already delayed our breakfast for too long. And I know she must be hungry, because I’m fuckin’ starving.
I force myself to turn away, grabbing my cut and pushing my arms through the familiar worn leather before reaching for my boots. After tying them quickly, I turn back to find her watching me with a soft smile. Heat spreads through my veins and my chest swells as I stare back at her, realizing she’s mine.
“Let’s go get some fuckin’ food,” I grin and she nods happily in agreement.
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We sit facing each other and I can’t stop my gaze from dropping to her plump lips as they curve to hold her straw, and she takes a long drink from her glass of water. As much as I would’ve loved a tall stack at the diner, I know Jade spends too much of her time there, so I brought her to another all-day breakfast place that the boys and I frequent.
Her eyes lift to my face for a fraction of a second before dropping to the dark leather covering my chest. I can already see the questions swirling in the sea of bright green staring up at me. She hasn’t asked much about the club, I guess it’s time.
“I know you already told me, but I can’t remember, how long have you been a Savage?” her first question falls softly and I can’t help the smirk that pulls at my lips.
“Since birth,” I answer with an easy chuckle and her eyes roll. “Almost eight years,” I offer a real answer.
“And you said you joined right after high school, right?” she asks.
“Uh huh,” I nod before lifting my glass of OJ and taking a long gulp.
“So, you’re what, twenty-five or twenty-six?” she guesses.
Shit. All the time we’ve spent together and we’ve never had the age discussion. Given her obvious innocence and inexperience in the bedroom, I’m positive she’s younger than me, but she has to be at least twenty.
“Good guess. Twenty-six, how about you?” I question.
“I turned twenty-two in November,” she shares and I watch her eyes move back to my chest as she stares at my patches.
“Enforcer?” her voice breaks softly before she can finish her question. I can see the concern in her eyes.
“It means I protect and defend my club,” I tell her in the most basic terms.
“It means you fight,” she says, her voice sounding stronger. She thinks I’m sugar-coating it for her benefit.
“I do, but only when I have to,” I clarify. Sure, a good brawl can be real fuckin’ fun, but I only use my fists when absolutely necessary.
She clears her throat, and I can tell she’s considering my words. I watch as she lifts her glass, taking another long drink from her straw, once again causing my cock to stir. I shake my head, trying to push away the image. She’s fucking beautiful and I’d love to take the place of that straw between her soft lips, but I want her to know I’m really listening. For the first time in my life, spending time with a woman is about more than just sex, and I want Jade to know that she means more.
“Your mom, she called you Bennie. Is that short for Benjamin?” she asks, changing the subject.