The wind whipped through her hair and at her clothes as she sat on the back of Clay's harley. With her arms around his waist she let her face rest against the leather of his cut. God she loved the way that felt, that coupled with the smells that were so very Clay. From his cut to the scent of the after-shave he wore. Even down to the simple smell of the bike and nature around him. Each one making up the picture in her mind of her husband. No matter where she was or how she felt she could always count upon him to see her through. In the last few years her family and the club had seen hell. Through tears and high water they had always seen it through. Finally home Clay cut the engine, helped her off the bike then followed suit. With a sly smirk her man lifted her into his powerful arms his lips moving full of passion to hers. She purred into his kiss pulling him closer trying to deepen it, but he pulled away only to let his lips trail down the tender flesh of her neck. Nipping lightly here and there. Groaning she let her head tip back a bit giving him better access to her neck.

"Mmmm quit teasing baby..." She breathed.

The next thing she knew Clay was carrying her into the house. Smiling she wrapped her arms around his neck kissing him. He kicked the door closed with a foot and whisked her off upstairs to their room As he threw her into the bed, she couldn't stop smiling at him, her eyes watching as he undid his belt slow and seductive. She rolled her eyes as he teased again but said nothing letting him have his fun. Kicking off his shoes he let his pants fall down his waist and off all together to reveal his boxers. Hands moving then to take the cut off, it was there that she stopped him. "Keep the cut on baby."

She said with a flirty grin. Nodding Clay let it come off only long enough to take off his shirt then put it back on over his shoulders. He moved to her then it was she who needed to be undressed now. First he took off her boots, then pulled her up into a sitting postion, kissing her lips deeply. As he slowly, button by button undid her shirt letting it hang loose around her. His lips caressing endlessly over her newly exposed skin as his hands undid her pants. Gemma shifted her shoulders back letting her shirt slide off her arms as she pressed his head and the kisses closer to her breasts. With one motion she swept her shirt to the floor as Clay kissed her. He grinned at her loving the way she moved under his kisses and his hands, pushing her back onto the bed he slid her jeans down slowly just to tease her again.

The last thing to go were her bra and panties. Once those were off his kisses seemed to get more passionate. Gemma moaned into his mouth holding him closer to her body. She wanted him, god she wanted him! Clay stopped kissing her and she groaned almost begging for him to come back. He hands though never stopped caressing her body so that seemed to quite her. He stared into her eyes a moment, as his hands kept moving making her hotter and more desperate for all of him. His hands moved over each part of her body knowing it intimatly. Up and down over her ribs, her skin crawled and squirmed to meet his hands loving each and ever touch. His hands slid back up her body and over her breasts. Cupping one in each hand he rubbed the seductivly. Gemma moaned,

"Clay..."

breathing his name as he pressed himself against her. A smirk curled over Clay's lips as he moved his hands off her breasts down over her ribs once more. Slowly he lowered his lips to one of her breasts. At first he just kissed the flesh there tenderly, Gemma moaned happily at that but it only got better, Clay then sucked at one of them as a baby might. Gemma chuckled, "Mmmm hungry baby?"

His touch lit her body on fire she loved ever touch of his hands and Clay knew it.

Clay let his lips move back up her body back to her neck, nipping at her skin. Gemma ran her hands down his back pulling him closer. Just when she was about to beg him to put it in he did so seeming to read her mind. She gasped as he finally entered her body. His kisses now jumping between her neck and her lips as he rocked his body against her, grinding his hips into her.

"Mmmmm harder baby."

Gemma moaned, Clay quickly complied with that request thrusting himself deeper and harder into her body. Gemma's body arched up to meet him as her hands slipped beneath his cut dragging her nails down his back. Gemma rocked her body with his wrapping her legs around his waist keeping him against her. Clay's hands never stopped moving, up and down over her body rubbing deep never ending circles over her skin.

Her body got wetter and hotter around him, Clay grinned at this. Kissing her lips deeply then without breaking the union between them he rolled them over so that she was on top. Gemma smiled down at him pressing her lips harder and more passionately against his. Her tongue played at his lips moving around in his mouth as she moved her body up and down over him. His hands moved longingly over down her body to her hips pressing them harder against him. Gemma groaned as Clay did that still though she moved her body over his. Clay's head fell back as she tensed getting tighter around him. He felt her heat and wetness all around him as he relaxed within her. It wasn't long until neither could hold their 'passion' even a moment long. She let go first, her body relaxed around him. Clay felt that grinned as he thrust deeper into her forceing more from her body before he relaxed releaseing himself hot and heavy into her.

Gemma clasped laying on top of Clay's chest, both were panting but neither wanted to move. Clay slid out of her after some time letting her roll over off his chest a bit. She stayed close to him her arms wrapped around his body unwilling or maybe unable to let him go. Her head resting on his chest listening to the sound of his heart beating in her ears.

"I love you Clay."

Gemma breathed softly,

"I love you too Gemma."

Clay told her hugging her closer, together the pair fell asleep.

It wasn't long before the sound of Abel crying filled Gemma's ears, awakeing her from her sleep. Groaning she tried to cling to the sleep not wanting to wake. But the young child cried again and Gemma was forced from to get up. She sat up looking around for Clay, it was then that she realized she was alone. He was gone still in jail. Looking down at her chest she saw his cut, she was wearing it. Seeing that brought tears to her eyes, her head went to her hands as she cried into them. She'd been through this with two husbands. John and Clay both of them more than once, but never got easier. She cried alone until she heard Abel again.

"Coming baby!"

She called to her grandson. Keeping her voice steady as she took a few deep breaths she dried her eyes then walked to Abel's room.