“Trust me baby. I’ll make the wait more than worth it.” I licked my lips as he took off his vest and shirt. “Remember the lesson I taught you about delayed gratification our first night together?”
I nodded, my cheeks heating as I remembered how I’d squirted when he’d finally let me come. “Uh-huh.”
“Wanna bet I can make you come just as hard after you’ve spent the past couple of hours thinking about how I’m going to fuck you?” His fingers trailed across my neck, through the valley between my breasts, and down my belly. Then he dipped them into my wetness. “Gonna take you from behind so I can see my property patch on your back while my cock hammers into your tight pussy.”
I traced over the dark tattoo etched on his forearm before reaching up to rest my palm over his heart. “Maybe you could return the favor someday and take me missionary while I can see my name on your chest.”
“You want to be inked on me?” he growled as he shoved his pants and boxers down his legs and kicked them off. His dick was already hard—long, thick, and ready for me.
Precome dripped over the metal balls of his piercing, and I licked my lips again as I sighed, “Yes, I’d freaking love that.”
“Done.” He crawled on top of me and claimed my mouth in a passionate kiss, leaving me breathless when he finally lifted his head again. “I’ll sketch the tattoo out and show it to you soon.”
Whoa. I hadn’t expected him to agree so easily. “Are you sure you want to do that so soon? We’ve only known each other for a day, Patrick. I’ll totally understand if you’d prefer to wait a little before doing something so permanent.”
Moving to his knees, he gripped the edges of the opening of my vest and tugged until my back lifted off the mattress. There was a possessive gleam in his blue eyes as he growled, “Inked into my skin or not, we’re already set in stone, Cherry. That happened the second you let me into your sweet pussy, baby. Before you accepted my property patch, which there’s no going back from. You’re mine, and I’m not letting you go.”
“Really?” I whispered, staring up at him in awe. Since my parents died, nobody had really wanted me. My sister and Razor had tolerated my presence, but that was it.
He hefted me higher, until I was straddling his upper thighs, my core pressed against his hard length. “Don’t you get it, baby? I fell for you back at Hell’s Kitchen, before you even climbed on the back of my bike.”
“By fell for me, do—” I had to swallow the lump in my throat before I could get the whole question out. “Do you mean that you love me?
“Yeah, baby. That’s exactly what I mean.” His lips curved into a smile before he brushed his mouth over mine. “I love you, Erin.”
Everything had happened so fast between us, but I didn’t have any doubts about my feelings for him. “I love you, too.”
“That’s good.” He flipped me onto my hands and knees, giving my butt a little swat before adding, “Because you’re stuck with me forever, baby.”
Pressing his palm against my upper back, he pushed my shoulders against the mattress while raising my butt high into the air. Then his hands traced the writing stitched on the back of my vest before they drifted down to my rounded butt cheeks, and delivered a spanking to each side. I jumped a little at the first, but when the moment of pain sent a shock of pleasure straight to my core, I pressed into the second swat. When his fingers slid between my slippery folds, I let out a needy moan. “Please, Patrick.”
“You’re drenched, Cherry.” He thrust a finger inside me and swiveled his wrist to hit my G-spot. “I bet you’ve been waiting all this time for me to come back and lick your juicy pussy. Haven’t you?”
“Yes,” I hissed as I felt his hot breath against my damp skin. Then his tongue darted out to circle my clit before sliding between my pussy lips to dip inside me. I fisted the sheets in my hands, unable to move my hips to meet the strokes of his tongue with the way he was holding me still. I was right at the brink of an orgasm when he pulled away, making me cry, “No. Please don’t stop. I’m so close.”
“I know, baby.” He rubbed his hard-on through my wetness and tapped my clit with the tip. My entire body tightened when that cool metal hit my engorged bundle of nerves, making him chuckle. “But the first time you come with my patch on your sweet body, it’s gonna be with my cock deep inside your pussy.”
A hungry noise rattled up Patrick’s chest as he nudged my entrance with his dick. His fingers dug into my hips, and fireworks went off behind my eyelids as he slowly pulled me back onto his hard length. My inner walls fluttered around him, and I gasped, “I don’t think you’re going to have to wait very long for that to happen. Holy crap, you’re hitting spots I didn’t know existed in this position.”
With the way he filled me, he seemed even bigger than before. He gave me a few long thrusts, and I felt every inch as he slid deep then withdrew. “You’re so fucking tight like this.”
His hands stroked my butt and thighs as his hips found their rhythm. Then one hand left my hip to reach around and tease my clit. My pussy clamped down on him as I moaned, “Oh, yes. Please. More.”
His dick drove deep, over and over, and my release built with every glide of his piercing against my G-spot. I was completely at his mercy as he hammered in and out of me, his balls bumping against my clit on each thrust. “Fuck, yeah. I can’t wait to fill you with my come. Let go for me, baby.”
My body was strung tight, dangling over the edge. When he pinched my clit between his finger and thumb, I finally flew apart. As I screamed his name, he pounded in and out of me. “That’s it, baby. Finish coming all over my big dick and then I’m gonna fill you up and give you my baby. Can’t wait to have a little girl with your red hair and green eyes.”
Thinking about getting pregnant with Patrick’s child ratcheted my pleasure up even higher. “Yes,” I gasped.
My orgasm was so strong, I could barely see straight when he wrapped his body around mine and anchored himself deep. His cock twitched inside me, jets of come splashing against my inner walls until it dripped down my thighs. His breath was hot against the back of my neck and ear as he grunted, “Not gonna let you leave this bed until I’ve knocked you up.”
I certainly wasn’t going to argue, not when my body was still shuddering from the force of my release. And Patrick was true to his word—which we discovered three weeks later when my old man made me pee on a stick to confirm I was pregnant.
Epilogue
Patriot
Erin’s finger tips drifted across my chest, right over the tattoo I’d had inked onto my skin as soon as I’d put my ring on her finger, just a few days before we found out she was pregnant. “I still can’t believe you did this,” she whispered.
I’d not only put her name there, I’d added “Property of” as a symbol that I was hers as much as she was mine.
She shifted and I groaned as I grasped her hips to keep her still. We’d just finished making love, and her sexy body was sprawled over mine. Her legs at my sides and her soft tits pressed against my chest, her head resting on my pec. Since she was so tiny, her hot pussy was positioned between the V of my hips, but still close enough to my cock for me to feel its heat. I had a surprise for her, but the way she was drenching my stomach had my mind wandering to the taste of her sweetness on my tongue.