Knights Rebels MC: Infatuation Part 38

"Relax into it, darlin'." He tugs a second time, igniting the path over again.

"Please. Oh, G.o.d, please." I arch as he pulls, relaxing when he releases.

"Again." He pulls one last time just as his finger enters me. I'm sure I come out of my skin as his finger hooks and finds my favorite spot.

"Yes!" My breath catches as his mouth lowers over my needy c.l.i.t. Stars burst in front of my eyes. Every nerve ending comes to life in a dance of seduction, pa.s.sion and need before I'm pushed over the edge of reason.

Wave after wave of ecstasy cascades over me.

"Eyes." Beau's demand pulling me out of my trance. Before I can look down my body, the swell hits and my o.r.g.a.s.m surges through me.

His tongue laps it up, every drip that spills from me. His eyes find mine as his fingers tug on the chain for a fourth time and before I know what's happening, I'm coming again.

"Oh, my G.o.d, Beau." My head falls back, the pleasure too intense to hold my head up and watch. Beau's moans of approval are enough to tell me I gave him what he wanted. What he'd been searching for.

"I don't think I'll ever get sick of seeing it." Beau's voice has me lifting my neck back up to watch him climb up over my body.

I don't have anything left in me to reply so I just watch as he slaps his c.o.c.k on my c.l.i.t a couple of times. The cool metal of his c.o.c.k rings, reminding me just how much I've missed them. How much I've missed him.

"You doing okay, darlin'?" My eyes flick up to his just as he lines himself at my entrance. I'm doing more than okay. I'm floating, dancing on air.

"Yeah." I spread myself wider to let him in.

At my answer, he pushes himself all the way in, burying himself b.a.l.l.s deep, before sliding out and repeating his actions.

His piercing, his b.a.l.l.s, his body, skin to skin, all connects me to him as he strokes himself into me.

It's too much.

It's perfect.

I'm unraveling.

"Kenz." His breath quickens as he rocks inside of me. My wrists start to burn with the friction of the tight rope rubbing against me. "Tell me you love me." He thrusts deeper.

"I love you," I answer, thrusting my own hips up to meet him.

"Again." He reaches down and pulls at the chain. Fire spreads through me.

"Oh, G.o.d, it's too much."

"No it's not," is all he says, before pulling out again. It's all it takes before I'm seized by a rush of sensations so intense, I scream out.

"Beau!" My body tenses for a brief second before I'm coming apart in a convulsive release. Wave after wave of pain mixed with pleasure rips through me.

"Look at me." I hear Beau's voice over the roar of my o.r.g.a.s.m and my eyes fly open.

He drives in harder, faster, matching the range of emotions tearing through me.

"f.u.c.k, I missed this." He pumps once, twice, then a third time before an uninhibited cry of satisfaction rips from his throat and he releases. Our eyes stay locked as we both ride out our pleasure, neither one of us lost to ourselves. Our ragged gasps become out of sync when Beau's strokes slow and come to a stop.

"Jesus Christ." He pants, dropping his body to mine.

"Ahh!" I suck in a startled breath when he lands on the nipple clamps. "Clamps," is all I say before his fingers are pressing down and slowly releasing my nipples from their pleasurable torture.

"How do you feel?" He presses a gentle kiss over the red swollen flesh.

"I don't know." My words become caught in my throat as he moves on to the other nipple, showing it the same attention and ending with a soft kiss.

"You are amazing." He pulls back slightly, letting his still hard c.o.c.k fall from me. I can barely talk. My body is spent, my mind lost to itself.

I force my eyes to stay open as he reaches over me and releases my right hand from its restraints.

"Next time, I might just let you sleep in these." He takes my wrist and soothes the burn with soft kisses.

"Oh, G.o.d, no." I shake my head.

"Yes, darlin'." He moves on to my other wrists, releasing it from the rope then bringing it up to his mouth and soothing the burn.

"I wouldn't be able to touch you," I mumble, my eyes becoming too heavy to fight the pull.

"But I'll be able to touch you," he whispers, rolling me to my side and coming in behind me. "Whenever I want." He wraps his arms around me and mumbles more positives of having me tied to his bed, but I stop hearing them. I've given up the fight against sleep. Before I know it, I've succ.u.mbed to my first ever peaceful after-s.e.x slumber.

Limbs heavy, mind relaxed, I fall deeper into blissful darkness knowing we will never come back from what just happened.

I don't want to.

It is etched into my mind and will be the moment we draw all comparisons from. We will revisit it, try to replicate it, but nothing will ever compare.

Because it is the first time I gave myself entirely to Beau.

He owns me, and for the first time in my life, I realize I don't want to be owned by anyone other than him ever again.

Thirty-Two.

Beau I wake the following morning to an empty bed, the lingering smell of coffee, and visions of having my woman tied naked to my bed.

"f.u.c.k me." I sigh into my pillow, not ready to let the image go. I didn't think Mackenzie and I would ever get to that point, but now I know what she's capable of, I can't wait to play some more.

"s.h.i.t, s.h.i.t, s.h.i.t." Mackenzie's cursing floats down the hall, bringing me out of my daydream and back to the moment.

Giving up the comfort of my bed, I pull on some pants, tie up my hair, and make my way down the hall and into the kitchen.

"Morning, beautiful." I step into the kitchen and watch her head whip around.

"W-what are you doing up? Go back to bed. I was making you breakfast in bed." She starts to panic. Turning back to the stove, she b.u.mps the pan, almost spilling a mess everywhere. Her hair sits up on her head in a messy bun. She's wearing one of my club tees and she's barefoot in my kitchen trying to make me breakfast when we both know the woman is s.h.i.t at breakfast.

Jesus, I need to marry her as soon as f.u.c.king possible.

"You okay, darlin'?" I keep my distance, watching her become fl.u.s.tered.

"NO! You're making me nervous. Go away."

A deep laugh rumbles from my belly and she turns her head back my way and narrows her eyes.

"I told you, breakfast is my gig, darlin'." I shrug, not at all bothered if she's p.i.s.sed. We've been over this so many times. The woman just can't do eggs. It's that simple.

"Yeah, well, maybe I want it to be my gig." She huffs, trying to fix up something that resembles an omelet. A bad omelet.

"Not gonna happen." I step all the way into the room and move to her.

"No, you stay right there, mister. I'm doing this." She points back to me but I don't listen. "Please, Beau," she begs when I step in behind her and press my front to her back.

"You really want the breakfast gig?" I lean and whisper into her ear. I don't know why it's such a big deal for her.

"You know I do. Why else do I set my phone alarm to try to beat you?" She whips her head around and I raise my brow at her confession. "I normally snooze it, but still." I spin her the rest of the way around so she's facing me.

"Fine, you can do breakfast." Her face transforms into something else when her smile of victory takes over. "When you marry me." Her eyes fly up at my stipulation. Shock, and confusion flicking over her face.

"Beau." My name falls from her lips in a mixture of not understanding and frustration. "Quit messing." She tries to pull out of my grasp, but I place my hands on either side of her face and hold her in my s.p.a.ce.

"I'm only going to ask you one more time, darlin'. You think I was f.u.c.king around last week. I wasn't. No one will work harder to make you happier than me. Let me be your family. Marry me." I don't even have a f.u.c.king ring, but I don't care. I need to do this now. I'm not waiting.

Her eyes squeeze shut, forcing the tears down her face.

"This here, right now. This is all you're going to get, because I'm not waiting another second, Kenzie. Let me give you everything you want. Everything you deserve." I hold her gaze and watch a flurry of emotions take over. Hope, love, wanting, even need. Each one flashing so fast I nearly miss it, but they're there.

"Mackenzie, say yes," I whisper her name in a plea.

"Yes, Beau, I will marry you."

"Yes?" I repeat, just to be sure.

"Yes. Yes. Yes." She shakes her head, tears rolling down my hands. Not knowing what else to do, I crash my mouth to hers, needing more than anything a deeper connection to her. She opens instantly. Her tongue finds mine with the same need. Keeping the kiss going, I release her face, bend at the knees and pick her up. She wraps her legs around my waist as I lean forward and turn the stove off, and then stumble my way back to bed.

"Breakfast," Kenzie mumbles against my lips, but I ignore it. Breakfast is the last thing on my mind. I need to be with her. Inside of her.

I take us back to bed and gently lower her down.

"Shirt off," I tell her, while dropping my pants then working on her panties. She helps me along, lifting her a.s.s so I can pull them easily down. When we're both naked, I climb over her and maneuver myself on top of her.

"I love you, darlin'."

"I love you, more." She threads her fingers through my hair and yanks out my hair tie.

"Not possible." I shake my head, releasing my hair.

"How about I show you." She manages to roll me to my back then straddles me. Her bare p.u.s.s.y rests against my stomach, and her arousal seeps against my skin.

"You gonna ride me, baby?" I slide my hands up the outside of her thighs and over her waist.

"Yeah," She lifts herself up, grabs my hard c.o.c.k, then slides herself down my c.o.c.k, taking me whole.

We hiss in pleasure at the same time as she rolls her hips to adjust to me.

"You have until the first o.r.g.a.s.m. Then I'm taking control," I tell her as she builds her movements.

"Second," she argues, pinching her nipples while picking up her pace.

f.u.c.king little tease.

"Fine, but then I'm bringing the rope out." Her walls clench in response to my plan.

"Deal," she agrees in a weak cry as she rides out her first o.r.g.a.s.m over my c.o.c.k. Willing my b.a.l.l.s to hold it together, I fold my arms behind my head and lie back to enjoy the show.

This woman, this incredible, s.e.xy, funny, and strong woman is mine.

Forever.

I don't know what to do with that knowledge.

Forever seems like a long time, but looking up at her now, wild, free, riding my c.o.c.k, I know forever isn't going to be long enough.

Nothing we have would ever be enough.

But I will take whatever we have, because anything less will hurt more. And we both have too much hurt already in our pasts.

From now on, it will only be goodness. It is a vow I know I will keep, because I won't accept anything else, not when it comes her.

Not ever.

"I don't think we should tell them," Kenzie tells me when we pull up outside the hospital later that afternoon. After I let her ride me to her second o.r.g.a.s.m, I took over. Giving her one more before I had her hands tied behind her back and f.u.c.ked her from behind.