She watched his shirt come off his body revealing the ink covered perfection of him. There was no way she wasn’t dreaming. Pinching her arm she winced at the onset of pain.
“Why did you do that?” he asked.
“I wanted to make sure I wasn’t dreaming.” She pinched herself again.
“Stop. You’re not dreaming. You’re going to hurt yourself.”
Smiling, her mouth went dry as he started to finger the belt holding his jeans up.
“Fuck, I want to see that hungry look on your face,” he said.
“What hungry look?”
He took hold of her chin turning her head this way and that. “How did I get so f**king lucky?”
His words charmed her.
She took over, tugging at his belt.
“You’re impatient.”
“I’ve been waiting for this since you asked for me to get Matthew taken care of. I know I was more than ready.”
Butch covered her hands where they were tugging at his jeans. “Stop, Cheryl. I want you to look at me.” He sounded serious.
“What is it? What’s the matter?”
“Nothing.” Butch cupped her cheeks, staring into her eyes. The tension changed, becoming charged. “I love you.”
The declaration of love was not what she expected. Her heart pounded against her chest. Opening her lips, she closed them, then opened. What the hell was she supposed to say? None of it made any sense to her.
“You love me?”
Her feelings for him made more sense to her. How could a man like Butch fall in love with her? She was nothing compared to some of the women she’d met today. They were strong and fought for what they wanted while she lay down and let life happen. Alex had swept through her life then left as quickly.
“Yeah, I love you.”
“How? I don’t understand.” Tears filled her eyes at the smile in his. She saw the love reflected back at her.
“Baby, do I need to smack your ass?”
She shook her head. “I’m a single mother.”
“You’re what I want.” He slammed his lips down on hers cutting off all protest. There was no way she could fight what he wanted. “Never doubt yourself, Cheryl. From the moment I saw you carrying those Bibles, I was hooked.”
Biting her lip she stared at his chest. “You’re too sweet.”
“No, I’m not. I’ve killed people, baby. I’ve taken lives for the good of the club. I’ve caused pain, and I’ve broken the law. The club was my family. I want to make you and Matthew my family now.”
“Why can’t you have both?” she asked. Pressing a kiss to his lips, she stared into his eyes. “I’m not going to ask you to choose between the two. The club and me, it doesn’t have to be one or the other. It could be both.”
“Don’t worry about the club. I can deal with the club.” His hand moved from her face down to the strap of her bra. “Now, I’m going to f**k you, and then I’m going to make love to you. I haven’t got the time or patience to go slow the first time. I will make it up to you, I promise.”
“I don’t care.” She pressed her head to his. “Make me yours.”
****
Tugging the strap down her arm, Butch stared at the top of her breast as he started to expose the plump flesh. The red of her nipple appeared. Sliding the strap further down, he growled at the large red tip. It begged to be sucked and taken in deep. With his mouth watering, he leaned down sucking the bud.
She cried out. Her fingers sank into his hair and tightened on the strands. Pulling the second strap down he reached around the back unsnapping the clasp. In a quick tug the offending item was on the floor, and all he had to do was remove her panties. She shuddered against his touch. He laid his palm flat against her stomach.
Moving to the next breast, he sucked in the large bud. Her tits were a thing of beauty. He wanted pictures of her tits on his person for when he left her alone and was desperate for a view of her tits. Would she let him have a picture of her naked? He loved looking at her and knew he could spend hours simply gazing at her.
Pushing the band of her panties aside, he inhaled the musky scent of her pu**y. She was soaking wet to the touch. Butch slid a finger through her soaking slit at the same time he pinched her nipple. He caressed her cl*t before going down to plunge into her core.
Her nails sank into the flesh of his shoulders as she tried to hold herself up. “Butch?”
“I’ve got you.” He muttered his response against her skin.
Jerking back, he tore the panties from her body and pushed her to the bed. “I’ve got to taste you.”
Butch removed the belt, pushing his jeans down. He couldn’t believe he had the woman he truly wanted in his arms and in his bed, or at least in her bed. Soon he’d have a place with a large yard out in the back with a lot more space. Cheryl deserved the kind of man who’d give her everything she needed.
There was fire inside her that he’d not anticipated. He truly thought she was sweet, vulnerable. Cheryl was sweet, but she wasn’t vulnerable. No one was going to treat her like shit, and it turned him on. She’d spent the afternoon with The Skull women and survived. There were no marks on her body or fear in her eyes. She looked happier than he’d ever seen her. Not many women could handle the conflict of personalities. He’d seen some of the sweet-butts sent away crying because they couldn’t handle them.
Tiny wouldn’t let a piece of ass speak with anything but respect to the old ladies.
Naked, he knelt at the bottom of the bed drawing her closer. Opening her thighs, he stared at the red lips of her sex. She had a small smattering of brown curls, but nothing took away the beauty of her slit. Using his fingers, he opened her up to see the entrance to her cunt. Further down, he saw the puckered hole of her anus. His c**k pulsed at the sight and the smell. She was pure, and the raw lust filled him.
Bending down, he inhaled her subtle fragrance before running his tongue around her slit down to her cunt. Plunging his tongue into her pu**y, he felt her tighten around him. The taste of her exploded on his tongue. Sucking her cream down, he slid up to circle her clit. Flicking his tongue over the bud, he kept up his ministrations never letting up.
“Butch.” She screamed his name over and over.
The sounds echoed off the wall. Soaking his fingers in her cream, he finger f**ked her, watching her drive closer to the edge of pleasure.
“Come for me, Cheryl. You’re not getting my c**k until you come all over my tongue.” With his free hand, he reached up to pinch her ni**les. She thrashed underneath him, but Butch wouldn’t stop.