The feeling of him pressing into me sends a sensation like no other straight through me, and I want nothing more than to sink onto his cock and ride him.
“Fuckin’ missed you this past week,” he groans. I stiffen at the quick reminder, and I tamp down the need to want him to slide into my entrance.
I just bet he did miss me this past week. He probably spent it joking with some bimbo about how unexperienced his wife, who he married by mistake, is.
My wall solidifies once again and I chastise myself for allowing them to falter.
“Let me go,” I whimper, lifting my hands to push against his chest.
“Nope.” Whip lifts his head to meet my gaze, and I am annoyed at the arrogance showing on his smug face. “I’m not letting you go. In fact, I’m going to sink deep into you, then we’ll go meet your brother as he gets off the bus on base. After that I intend to bring you back here to fuck you again. Then after I fuck you in this bed, I’m gonna hold you while I explain what I need to tell you.”
Um . . . what?
“Whip . . .”
“Told you I wanted you to call me Bryan,” Whip growls sexily, interrupting me.
Ugh, he’s insufferable.
“Bryan . . .”
“Hm, I like the sound of my name on your lips,” he says, yet again interrupting me. This time though, he keeps me from speaking by claiming my mouth with his. I gasp in surprise, unsure of if it’s in delight or not. Either way, I open for him without hesitation when his tongue swipes along the seal of my lips.
Whip immediately slips his tongue into my mouth, and holy cow, is it hot. His fingers of the hand between my legs push my panties to the side and he slides two fingers deep inside. I arch my back, wanting more with each pump of his fingers. My mind goes blank of all thoughts but having Whip take me. Make the ache burning inside me go away.
Ripping his mouth from mine, Whip also pulls his fingers from my entrance, causing me to whimper in protest. Whip makes quick work of ridding me of my clothes. I then find myself filled with his thickness and him pumping slowly into me.
“Bryan,” I utter his name, meeting his darkened gaze. At the sight, my heart skips a beat.
“Fuckin’ love being inside you,” he groans. “This past week, all I could think about was being inside you again.”
I thought the same thing, but the words become too much for me when Whip picks up the pace. The orgasm builds inside me, and I come almost at an embarrassing rate.
“God, you’re squeezing my cock like a vise,” Whip says through clenched teeth.
“Harder.” That word did not just slip from my lips. Okay, so it did. I’ve just come hard, but I want him to take me harder. Like he did in the shower last weekend.
“Harder what?” he asks, slowing his movements on purpose.
Damnit.
“Take me harder,” I whisper.
“With what? You gotta use the words, baby. I wanna hear them from those beautiful lips of yours,” he declares.
A shudder goes up my spine, and I feel as if I might have had a mini orgasm just now just from his voice telling me to use my words to express what I want.
I lick my suddenly dry lips. “Um, I want you to fuck me harder with your cock . . . like . . . ugh . . . you did last weekend.” I barely get the last words out before Whip moves, lifting my legs over his shoulders, and does just as I ask.
It’s wonderful. My body responds to him in the only way it can when it comes to Whip. I come screaming his name, digging my nails into his shoulders.
“Fuckin’ hell, Harper,” Whip growls, his cock twitching inside briefly before he pulls out, and I look down to find him stroking himself as he comes, spurting cum all over my stomach and breasts.
Wow.
I have to admit what he’s doing is hot.
It’s almost as if he were marking me with his heated cum.
Whip rolls to his side, braces himself up on an elbow, and looks at me with a grin. “Now you’re mine.”
I’m breathless as it is, but at those three simple words, I lose my breath completely.
“Breathe, Pumpkin,” he whispers, leaning into me to press his lips to mine. “It’s going to be okay.”
Is it?
How can it be okay? I mean, seriously. I’ve gone from never really having a relationship to being married to a man I don’t know. A man, I might add, who scares the hell out of me by what I’m feeling for him.
Chapter Twelve
Harper
I’m freaking out by the time Whip and I leave the bed. Today I’ve seen a completely different side of him. A side I wonder how many people actually get to see from him.
After lying in bed together for a while, Whip running his fingers through his cum, spreading it over my stomach, we finally get up and head for the shower. Under the water spraying over the both of us, Whip took me again, pounding into me with a deep thrust that has left me aching since we left the room to meet my parents.
Now standing on the field waiting for Hart to be released, I’m more than anxious at what to expect at him seeing Whip here. With me.
Over breakfast, Whip explained a little bit about why he left but promised that after he spoke to Hart, he’d tell me the rest of what he needs to. I didn’t understand it until he at least told me he knew my brother and that he was overseas with him.
Finally, they release the soldiers, and families rush across the field as the soldiers do the same, finding their loved ones. Mom’s holding a sign up with Hart’s name on it with hearts and XO’s on it. She’s also wearing a proud Army Mom shirt. Dad’s arm is around her waist, holding her to him, keeping her from jumping up and down in excitement.
Whip is standing with his arms around my waist, his front flush with my back. He rode his bike with me on the back of it while following my dad driving his rental.
Hart comes into view, and I smile in relief at seeing him. Sure it’s been over a month since I saw him last but that doesn’t mean I haven’t worried or missed him since he went back overseas to finish his deployment.
Whip releases his hold on me when Hart closes the distance between him and us. I step toward my brother when he’s close enough for me to hug.
“Hart,” I murmur his name and press my cheek to his chest.
“Harper,” he says calmly, hugging me just as tight. He and I have and always will be close. The fact he’s home from deployment makes me happy. “You wanna tell me why a member of the Devil’s Riot MC was holding you? Or why it’s DeRose?”
DeRose? Wait, he’s talking about Whip.
Damnit, how could I forget Whip’s last name was DeRose?
Probably because I hadn’t seen Whip since that night, and I completely forgot about reading it on the marriage certificate.
Bryan DeRose.
I have to say I like it.
But of course, when it comes to my brother, he wouldn’t have missed a beat and saw Whip holding me while he was walking in our direction.
“It’s a long story,” I utter the words into his chest.
“Can’t be that long,” he grumbles, releasing me as Mom gets close.
“My baby boy,” she cries, wrapping her arms around his waist.
“Hey, Mom,” he murmurs in greeting.
“Son, glad to have you home,” Dad says, holding his hand out to clasp with Hart’s.