Chapter 18

Sophie

I don't remember a man ever looking at me the way Daryl does. His desire for me is not just that his dick gets hard. Hell, guys can get that way just thinking about getting laid, but it's so much more. It's the hunger I see in his eyes. It's the intense expression on his face. And it's how he touches me.

He makes me feel like a very desirable woman.

And now I want, no make that need, to give that back to him. I'm going to show him how much I want him for being the incredible man he is. Daryl may not smile a lot, but he's the type of guy that stops on the side of the road to help a stranded motorist. He also drops everything to save the lives of people who need him. I knew that without him finding me, I would have ended up another body in one of those unmarked graves they found at Jacob's house.

Daryl's been trying to 'encourage' me to see if this thing between us could be something. He didn't give up and I'm damn glad he didn't because I am so happy being right where I am with him.

Which at the moment is naked in his bed.

Now he's going to see me show him my appreciation for opening up to me. I can tell that's something he doesn't normally do.

"Well?" he asks lifting one eyebrow.

The sheet we were under has been conveniently moved so that it is no longer covering the lower half of Daryl's body. That monster-size cock of his was sticking up in the air looking like a steel rod.

I reached over wrapping my fingers around it before slowly giving it a few light pumps. He moaned low in his throat.

"So what did you think?" I asked him

Daryl cocked my head, "About what? Your hand on my dick?"

"No," I laughed. "About how it went with me on the back of your bike today? Good or bad?"

"Fuckin' good."

"I had fun too," I told him as I leaned over and ran my tongue over the head of his cock. "We need to do that again"

"Less talk, more cock in your mouth," Daryl growled at me.

"Such a romantic," I chuckled as I lowered her mouth to him.

"Ain't a romantic bone in my body, woman. If that's what you're looking for then…"

The hiss that greeted me was like music to my ears. I had licked a long lineup from the underside of the base of his shaft to the tip. There was something to be said about taking a strong alpha male like Daryl and controlling him with one swipe of my tongue. It was intoxicating.

I swirled my tongue around the head several times causing his dick to jerk. "Eager little sucker, isn't he?"

"Little?"

I laughed. "My apologies. Eager monster, isn't he?"

"Damn straight."

A quick glance up at Daryl I was surprised to see a twinkle of humor in his eye. It looked good on him. He was always far too serious.

It was time to get down to business, so I opened my mouth wide and took him in as far as I could go. He was right, there was nothing little about his cock at all. It would take me a few minutes to get used to it before I could see how far I could take him in. He certainly was going to be a challenge, but it was one I looked forward to winning.

I circle his shaft with my fingers, then lean forward slightly and run my tongue over his head. Daryl gasps and stops breathing for a second as I slide my lips over the tip of him, tasting his saltiness before swirling my tongue around him again.

After a few minutes of sucking on the head and slowly going down his shaft, I pushed him in further than I ever had. He was hitting the back of my throat, yet I was nowhere near getting his full length all the way in.

"Jesus, fuck!" he yelled. I felt a hand snake it's way through my hair and grab on.

It was new and a bit unnerving as he took some of my control away. It should have pissed me off, but it didn't. It actually made me bolder. I worked him harder with my mouth sucking with alternating pressure and adding my tongue. I was doing everything I could think of to make this his best blowjob ever.

The more I worked, the more I found my throat relaxed and I could take him in deeper and deeper. I couldn't keep him down my throat for long, but that's where his dick was going. Surprisingly, I could have him not just at my throat but going down it without gagging. That may have surprised me more than him.

When I took him in all the way that first time, he let out a sharp shout. Now he held my head harder, taking more control for himself. I forced myself to stay relaxed as he thrust his hips plunging in and out of me.

He didn't have total control, but we worked together in a combined effort. However, the pace was all his.

I had kind of enjoyed giving blowjobs. I think I would have enjoyed them more if I had been doing it to a man like Daryl. I liked that I wasn't pressured into doing this but it was because I wanted to. Even though I was totally enjoying this it was more for his benefit than it was mine even though I could feel the wetness between my legs. I wasn't just wet, I was soaking wet.

I know what I'm doing to him. I love what I'm doing to him. More than anything right now, I want to make him lose control and know that I was the one that did that.

I moan low in my throat as I take him in deeper. Slowly, I pull back, and then push forward again, until he hits the back of my throat. "Fuck," he rasps. "Sophie. Fuck. Feel what you do to me. I'm gonna come any second so unless you don't wanna swallow we gotta stop."

There was no way I wasn't going to swallow. With all of the blowjobs I knew he had gotten from the skanks that hung out around the club, I wanted him to remember this one. He was going to get the best god damned blowjob ever from me that he ever had. So he wasn't just gonna come in my mouth, but while he was shoved down my throat.

I gripped his hips and held on. I took a quick break to get some air, by swirling my tongue around his swollen head. Then I sucked him down so my lips were pressed against the skin at the base of his cock.

And he lost it.

A salty warmth filled my throat as he came with grunts and moans. I held him in until he settled letting his softening dick slide from my mouth. His eyes were dazed and satisfied. I rested my head on his thigh briefly before crawling back up to him and placing my head on his shoulder.

Daryl sighed deeply, "Fuckin' hell, woman."

I knew he wasn't complaining, but I felt like teasing him a bit. "You didn't like it? I'm sorry, maybe I shouldn't do that again if it was so bad." I tried to give him a sad apologetic look, but I wasn't sure it was working.

"Oh hell, no! Don't you fuckin' stop doing that. That was the best damn blowjob I ever had. I'm gonna want more of those. Lots more," he demanded.

"You sure now? I asked trying to laugh.

"Hell yeah, I'm fuckin' sure. Blow me any day, babe. Any fuckin' day."

He was serious and I was laughing. It really felt good to be with him this way. And I was hoping he was going to return the favor as me going down on him had gotten me worked up really good. "You got it," I smiled up to him.

"Good. Give me a minute to remember how to fuckin' breathe again and we'll take care of you. 'Kay?"

"Okay," I agreed even though my body was dying for him. I could handle waiting a couple of minutes.

Except those couple of minutes turned into a whole bunch of hours. One minute he's grinning at me and the next, his eyes are closed and he's sound asleep.

I reached up brushing the hair that had fallen over his eyes out of the way. His normally stern face was so relaxed as he slept. I tried to use this time to memorize every inch of it. The arch of his eyebrows, the shape of his nose, and even mole by the corner of his mouth were etched into my lovesick brain.

Yes, I was falling in love with him. How could I not? It wasn't just the incredible chemistry we had, but after that rough start, it was how he pursued me. He let me know that he had patience as he waited for me to get my head on straight. As much as I denied not wanting him back then, I really did. No, I'm wrong. It wasn't that I didn't want him, it was his lifestyle that frightened me. And it still should, but I've gotten to experience what this club does for its members and I'm alive because of it.

For a very rough around the edges kind of guy, Daryl has a gentle side that I never expected. It makes him a little bit more human to me. Yeah, my badass biker has a softer side I realize as I snuggled down next to him. I fell asleep with a smile on my face.

I woke up hours later having no idea what time it was except that it was still dark outside. I shifted to get more comfortable but realized that unless I made a trip to the bathroom, there was going to be a problem. It took me a little bit to wiggle out of Daryl's embrace without waking him up, but I did it. I padded barefoot and still naked across the worn carpet into the bathroom. It was when I was washing my hands that I realized I was really hungry.

Like really hungry.

I had skipped lunch because I really didn't want to down into the clubhouse alone. This place and the people still intimidated me and I hated to admit that to Daryl. I got dirty looks from the girls and leers from several of the guys. I knew I'd have to get over that but in the meantime, I stayed safely up in his room as often as possible.

Dinner never happened. We came back after the ride on this bike with only sex on our minds. There was that slight detour with Bear and Code, but since then we've been locked in his room finding each other again. Now, it's after 3 am and my stomach is growling.

I figure I have two choices. The first is to climb back in bed and ignore the fact that I am starving. The second is to put my big girl panties on, plus the rest of my clothes and head on down to the kitchen to find something to eat. I look at the clock on the nightstand that reads 3 a.m. and then back to Daryl sound asleep on the bed.

The good thing about it being so late is that it means I have less of a chance of that main bar room, which I need to cut through to get to the kitchen, having a lot of people in it. Since it's a Wednesday night and everyone should have to work tomorrow, maybe it's even totally empty?

A loud growl from my stomach made up my mind.

I sorted through the pile of clothes we had haphazardly strewn on the floor and found my pink panties. I slipped them on before I looked for my shirt. I was debating whether or not to put my bra on, but when I spied Daryl's shirt under mine, I decided that's what I wanted to wear. I skipped the bra and slipped his sleeveless button-down shirt over my head.

I inhaled his scent that floated up to me. It was earthy combined with a hint of leather. His cut was always a part of him, even when he wasn't wearing it. And there was the light aroma of tobacco. Daryl was the first guy I was with that smoked. He wasn't the type of guy that always had a cigarette in his hand, but it was enough. Oddly, I didn't find it as annoying as I always thought to would. It was simply part of him.

With the sleeves off of his shirt, it did show the sides of my breasts more than I would like it to have, but if I tucked my arms tight to my body, it sure helped. Do I wear pants? Maybe, if I heard a bunch of people downstairs, I'd come back to the room, but I was praying of quick in and out of the kitchen.

I slowly made my way down the hallway after quietly closing the door behind me. I didn't want to wake Daryl up. When I got to the top of the stairs I took a long listen. I didn't hear any voices or music or anything. That was a really good sign.

When I got to the bottom of the stairs I looked around. I didn't see anyone at all. I started to walk through the main room and quickly realized that maybe I should have put some shoes on. After a night to drinking, the floor wasn't really clean and when my foot briefly stuck to something I prayed that it was only beer and not anything else.

The lighting in the room was subdued. I stopped for a second and smiled at the sign over the top of the bar. The words were burned into a piece of wood. It said Hell is empty and all the devils are here. It made me laugh that these badass bikers had a quote from Shakespeare above their bar. However, funny I saw it, it was also the truth.

I took a couple of steps toward the kitchen when I heard a voice say, "Well, well, well. What do we have here?"

I quickly turned to where I heard the voice come from and saw a man slumped in a chair in the dark corner. The same chair that I saw Daryl getting a blowjob from that night everything went crazy. I hated that chair.

"Just going to the kitchen to get something to eat. I'll be gone real quick," I told him flashing an uneasy smile.

The man slowly got up and I saw he had a bottle of some kind of alcohol in his hand. "I ain't never seen you around before. I do love it when we get a new girl in. Whatever brother you spent the night with I'm sure won't mind you being a bit delayed getting back to him. You hungry, Sugar Tits? I got something for you to eat right here," he said as he grabbed his junk.

I took a few steps back. He had me confused with the skanks that did whatever these guys wanted. I was definitely not one of those. Hell, no…but maybe I should have put more clothes on before I came down.

What the hell was I thinking?

I tried the firm approach. "That is so not going to happen. I'm not who you think I am. All I want is a sandwich and then I'll be gone, so step out of my way and let me pass."

I went to step around him but he grabbed my arm. This was not good. Not good at all. His grip was firm bordering on painful. I quickly looked at him and my heart sunk when I saw the look on his face. The leer made my skin crawl, but it was his red eyes that confirmed how drunk he was. His words had been slightly slurred when he spoke to me and I didn't know if he would reason with me. I could always scream hoping Daryl or someone would hear me.

"Take your hands off me asshole!" I demanded.

"Oh, no! You whores are here for us. All of us. I don't care who you're with tonight, I want some damn head now," he growled at me. "Now!"

"I'm not one of those girls! Why aren't you listening to me? Let me go!" I struggled to get out of his hold but the fucker wouldn't let go. Damn, he was leaving a bruise.

"Listen, bitch. You're not an ol' lady so that makes you fair game for any of us. You come down here barely wearing anything letting those big titties of your fall out and you think you're too good for me? That's not how it works around here. If I say blow me, then fuckin' blow me!"

I was starting to panic when I heard that deep raspy voice I loved speak up behind me. "Take your hands off her you stupid motherfucker." I let out a sigh of relief as this drunk idiot finally let go of my arm.

Daryl is always coming to my rescue.

"She with you, Trax? She didn't say that."

Daryl was at my side pulling me back behind him. The last time I saw him this angry was with Jacob. "Did you tell him to leave you alone?" he asked me.

"Multiple times. "

He shook his head. "Merle, you stupid fucker, you know that even if a club whore says no, it means no. And Sophie ain't no club whore! What the fuck is wrong with you?"

Hold on. Did he call him Merle? Like his real brother Merle? Daryl was related to this drunk asshole?

Shit.

I watched a creepy smile spread across Merle's face. He swung the bottle he was holding up to his mouth and took a long drink. "So this is the bitch that fucked you up that night, ain't it?"

I didn't think that Daryl could tense up anymore but he did. "Brother, you call her a bitch or any other name 'cept Sophie and you're not gonna see my fist comin' at ya. You're nuthin' but a drunken prick who knows that Devil's don't force women to do shit. What the hell is wrong with you and why the fuck are you drinking down here in the middle of the night anyway?"

Merle shrugged his shoulders. "Ain't got nuthin' else to do." Then he pointed the half-empty bottle at me, "You gonna claim her, bro?"

"Friday at church."

"Son of a bitch! Never thought I'd see my baby brother get so wrapped up in a pussy. Damn."

I watched Daryl shake his head at his brother. These two were so different that I could barely imagine them as brothers. They looked nothing alike at all. Daryl had that good-looking bad boy thing going on while Merle I didn't find as attractive at all. He was definitely a lot older than Daryl frankly did absolutely nothing for me.

And his attitude about women I found offensive. I could never imagine Daryl saying what Merle did. My guy may be on the rough side, but not that rough.

Daryl turned to me ignoring his brother, "What are you doing down here anyway?"

I gave him what I hoped was an apologetic look, "I was really hungry. We didn't make it to dinner last night and I skipped lunch. I didn't think anyone would be down here."

"More clothes next time, Soph. Go get some food and I'll be right in. Get somethin' for me too."

"I was planning on it," I told him with a smile.

Daryl popped a kiss on my lips and I headed off toward the kitchen to make us something to eat. I purposefully didn't even glance over at his brother. He didn't deserve anything from me after treating me the way he did. Hopefully, my contact with him could be minimal.

The double doors to the kitchen swung closed behind me leaving the two brothers alone. With any luck, Merle will be gone when I head back out.

TRAX

"What the hell happened to you, Trax?" my brother slurred. "An ol' lady? I can't fuckin' believe you let a snatch catch you. "

I felt my fists clench into tight balls. Did he ever think before he opened his goddamn mouth? "Bro, call her a snatch, a bitch, or any of that shit again and we're gonna have some problems. She's my woman…respect that."

Merle ran a shaky hand over his short wavy hair. "You're one of the last guys I ever would have expected to take on an ol' lady."

I couldn't help but chuckle, "Surprised the shit outta me too, bro."

"You sure about this?"

I did take a quick second to think about it. What did I know about being in a relationship with anyone? My parents hated each other. I never had a girl longer than a night or two. And I knew no one that ever had a decent relationship…except for Colt. That mean motherfucker was head over heels for Marci. That's why I had Sophie talk to her. Marci knew the score.

Me? I had no idea what I was getting in to. All I knew is that I needed Sophie in my life. How I was going to do this I had no damn idea. I lived in a single room in the clubhouse. Not exactly the most private place for us to be and that's something I need to think about pretty damn quick.

But yeah, I was as sure about this as I was being a Road Devil.

"Fuck, yeah," I told him. I couldn't help the smirk that appeared on my face.

"Not me, man. Never gonna happen to me. I like variety too much."

"Bro, I said the same thing and look at me. Me and her ain't even been together that long and she's the only one I want in my bed every night. Anyway, get the fuck to bed and stop being a dick to the girls. It's too late for this shit." When he sobered up, he and I would have a conversation about how he treated Sophie. Even if she was a club whore, which she ain't if they say no…it's no.

"Yeah, it is, bro." Merle started to walk past me and I grabbed the half-empty bottle out of his hand. He staggered his way toward the stairs that led up to the living quarters. He had no business sitting down here by himself practically in the dark drinking. Sure, we all have done that one time or another, but I know this wasn't the first time he's done this. If Merle doesn't watch out he'll end up a bad drunk just like our ol' man. He was bad enough, I don't need another one like him in my life.

Fuck no.

When I walked through the kitchen doors, I saw Sophie putting the finishing touches on what looked like two kickass sandwiches. Except, I didn't like the tears she was wiping away with the back of her hand. I kept going until was able to wrap her in my arms. "I'm sorry my brother's a dick."

"He sure is, but it's more than that. I'm…I'm just not comfortable here yet, Daryl. People don't know me much at all. The guys look at me like I'm their next meal and the women, except for Marci and Chrissy, clearly don't want me here. They've made that pretty well known," She said quietly as she finished the sandwiches.

Fuck it. I didn't realize she was having this trouble. "This will change after church on Friday. I'm claiming you as mine, so all the guys will know that your mine. The Hellions will hear it from Bear. Gonna talk to him. They think they got more pull here than they do. Diesel said that Chrissy's had trouble too. That ain't right. Ol' ladies got all the power," I told her. That was the fuckin' truth.

"We'll see," she said but I could tell she wasn't convinced. "Maybe Chrissy will come over more if those bitches learn to keep their mouths shut. They tell us we don't belong here as often as they spread their damn legs for your brothers. And you know how often they get fucked a day!"

This was news to me.

"What happened that you didn't tell me?" Sophie looked everywhere but at me. "Soph, what the fuck happened?"

"I don't want to cause any trouble. I really don't, Daryl."

"Tell. Me. Now."

"Fine," she conceded rolling her eyes, "But let's move to a table so we can sit."

Sophie grabbed both plates that held a mouthwatering sandwich I was dying to dig in to, but I needed to hear what happened first. We sat down at the nearest table and I waited for her to begin.

"Chrissy came over yesterday while you were at work. Diesel wanted to come to the clubhouse and since he can't ride yet, they took Chrissy's car. It was the first time I saw her since…the kidnapping. I thought she'd be upset that I got Diesel shot, but she wasn't."

I put my hand on her shoulder, "Babe, it ain't your fault. Get that through your head."

"Thanks, I know you all say that, but maybe if I hadn't gone out on that date with Jacob…"

"No," I said firmly. "That didn't matter. He had you in his sights and he was gonna take you either way. Least this way, I figured out who it was. Going out with him that one fuckin' night saved your life."

As much as I hated to admit that it did. If Gentry had taken her without him being on my radar I would never have found her. That fuckin' date saved her life. I'm just glad that it didn't make it past dinner.

"Wow, I never thought of it that. It was a good thing I went out for half a date with that asshole." The small smile on her face told me that she finally got it. "Okay, where was I?"

"Chrissy came to the clubhouse with Diesel." I needed her to get to what happened and quick. I wanted to know whose asses I had to kick and my sandwich was waiting for me.

"That's right. Since I had been up in the room so much, we decided to sit out back at one of the picnic tables and enjoy the sun. In the middle of us catching up, Lola, Gina, and Gypsy came out. I knew who Lola was but I didn't know the names of the other two until Chrissy told me later. Lola asked us when we were going to leave. I thought she meant us hanging out at that picnic table so I told her to take one of the other ones. That's when she said, 'No when are you two going to get out of the clubhouse for good'.''

"I didn't know what to say, but Chrissy stood up and got in her face. She told them that she was an ol' lady and I was about to become one, so we were going absolutely fucking nowhere. Then Gypsy got in her face how if she thinks Diesel will stay happy with her boring pussy, she was stupid. That these MC guys needed variety and they would be back fuckin' the Hellions and she or I wouldn't be able to do anything about it."

I knew the club whores had balls, but this was out of line. Fucking another universe far outta line. "You got to be kidding me? Those bitches said that to you?"

"Yes, they did. Chrissy was going to after Gypsy but I held her back, that's when Lola said to me that you should have let Jacob just have me that way I wouldn't be a problem for them anymore, but in a month at the most that she'd be back in your bed anyway and I would be nothing but an afterthought. Then they strutted back inside like they owned the place."

I couldn't believe that Lola said that. What the fuck was wrong with her? She wanted Sophie dead? That was so fucked up that I couldn't even wrap my mind around it. If I hadn't found Sophie, the abuse she would have gone through would have been absolutely horrific.

Why the fuck would Lola think like that? I hadn't fucked her in a really long time. I got head from her, but that was it and not very often. I was furious about how this skank thought Sophie being tortured was the answer to her getting back in my bed. With or without Sophie, that was never gonna happen.

When I went to pull Sophie into my arms to reassure her that there was no way what Lola said was going happen, I realized that my hands were clenched into tight fists. How dare those whores think any of us would choose them over an ol' lady? Ol' ladies get respect from every club member and while we only had a few of them, they ranked much higher in the order of things than any club whore. Those bitches ranked at the very bottom. I automatically knew I'd be talking to Diesel tomorrow and then Bear. Those toxic women needed to go…especially Lola.

"I'm sorry you had to go through that. I can guarantee you those bitches will not be a problem for you in the future. I'll take care of that."

Sophie thanked me and when we separated I noticed the bruising on her arm. Not only did I see red marks that resembled a handprint, but the skin was also turning black and blue. Merle did that to her. To my woman, my brother…my fucking blood brother abused and hurt her. For a brief second, I cursed myself for bringing her into this life, but it was all I had to offer her. There was no way I was giving her or the club up.

"I'm going to kill him," I growled under my breath.

"Who," she asked picking up her sandwich.

"Sugar…Merle, my brother. He put his hands on you and look what he did," I said showing her the marks he left on her perfect skin.

"Yeah, that wasn't fun either. He's nothing like you, Daryl. Absolutely nothing thank God. I was starting to get scared when you showed up."

I swear I'm going to kill him in the morning. Even though our ol' man abused not only me and Merle, but he also did the same thing to our Ma. There's no way I'm going to put up with him turning into an abusive motherfucking asshole. "I'll handle him in the morning. I'll fuckin' deal with all of this shit tomorrow. I'm pissed at him. I'm pissed at the damn Hellions. You won't have to deal with this shit anymore. You have my word."

When I woke up and found Sophie was gone it concerned me. I knew she hadn't left but it's the middle of the night and she wasn't in the room or the bathroom, so I had to find where she went. When I saw Sugar…Merle…my own damn brother was not listening to her when she said to leave her alone, I almost lost it on him. Some MC's abuse the women but we ain't one of those. It's in the damn bylaws for fuck's sake and not to mention that we ain't animals here either.

Sophie graced me with a beautiful smile and I finally dug into one of the best sandwiches I ever had. After we ate, we headed back up to our room. I loved watching her ass go up the stairs ahead of me as she was wearing my old shirt. Now I had multiple parts of me wide-awake so as she opened the door I gave her ass a hard slap.

"Ohh!" Sophie squealed as she dashed into the room.

I locked the door behind us not taking my eyes off her. "Everything off, now," I demanded as I dropped my jeans onto the floor. They were the only thing I put on when I went to find her. I grabbed my already hard dick in my hand giving it a few good pumps as I watched Sophie slowly unbutton my shirt and slip it off her shoulders. "Unless you want me to rip those panties off you, get rid of them and onto the bed."

The damn witch slowly slid them down her hips before she kicked them away. I didn't even blink as I watched Sophie as she made her way to the bed and laid down on it. I stood at the end of the bed with my dick in my hand as I looked at her damn perfect body. For once I was looking forward to getting to know every inch of her. Usually, I didn't care but Sophie made me care. Sophie made me feel differently toward her than any woman ever has. She makes me want more, not only from her but for me.

I've never wanted the same woman in my bed night after night but I do her. All I have to do is look at her and I get fucking hard. Just like I am now.

Her legs are slightly parted and I can see the wetness shining on her pussy. I know I got to taste that. We've only been together a couple of times but this is something that can't wait any longer.

I get on the bed and nip at her sensitive inner thigh as I push her legs further apart. Then I licked at her sweetness before spreading her with my fingers. Then I plunge my tongue inside of her.

"Oh my God!" Sophie cried out as my tongue finds her clit.

The taste of her has me on edge. I want her to come this way so I feel her body respond to what my mouth can do to her but my dick is throbbing under me demanding to feel her again. For now, my mouth wins as I start sucking on her clit. It doesn't take long for Sophie to slide her fingers into my hair gripping it tightly.

I love the tiny whimpers coming out of her. They turn into louder moans one I push not one but two fingers inside of her.

My eyes look up and see my woman. Her head is thrown back as she clenches the sheet tightly in her fists. The thrill I get making her feel this way surprises me. I was never one who really gave too shits about the woman felt. Kat was the only woman I've been with in years that wasn't just a quick fuck. Being with her was nothing like it was with Sophie.

It didn't even come close.

I feel Sophie's body start to tense up. She about to come. I can so fucking feel it. I'm bring her to the edge then slightly back off several times. I want her to remember this one.

"Damn it, Daryl!" she cries out as I back off again.

"You'll come when I let you," I tell her as I slow the motion of my fingers in her.

"I hate you," she laughs. I watch her face as I slightly curve a finger so that I hit her g-spot each time. Now Sophie's no longer laughing but groaning loudly. "That's it…don't stop…oh God, don't stop…"

I flick her clit several times with my tongue and speed up my thrusting. Her walls are tightening around me and with one good long suck of my mouth…she's gone. Sophie's back is arching off the bed as she screams out my name. I don't let up until she's panting begging me to stop.

I do stop long enough to pull my fingers free from her and lick them clean. That takes just a few seconds and before she can say no, I shift my body higher so I can slam my hard as steel dick into her. I am so fuckin' on edge that my body can't go fast enough.

Sophie's got her legs wrapped around my waist and she's taking everything I'm giving her. It doesn't take long for her to start moaning, "Again, fuck here it comes again…" and when I feel her body tighten against mine as she hits another orgasm, I lose it completely emptying myself into her. That was one of the most intense fucks I ever had.

When I got no more in me, I collapse on top of her. I'm exhausted. I'm sweating like a damn pig but I can't wait to do this again. My head is resting on her shoulder as I try to regain enough strength to roll off of her.

"Holy hell," she sighs.

"You can say that again," I groan slowly lifting my head. Sophie's smiling at me so I drop a long kiss on her before finally rolling off. It takes a few seconds to regain my strength before I can sit up to remove the wrap.

Except there ain't no wrap on me.

I forgot to put one on. Shit! Shit! Fuck!

"What the hell is it with you?" I growl at her.

"Excuse me?" Sophie says sitting up on an elbow. "What is wrong with you?"

I run my fingers through my hair. This was a major fuck up. And it's almost happened every single time I've been with her. I always make sure I use a condom, yet with Sophie, I can't seem to remember!

"I didn't use a rubber. I forget each time with you but we caught it the last few times, but not now. I fucked you without protection. You make me too fuckin' crazy!"

"Hey," she says in a much calmer voice than I had. "It's not like we aren't totally unprotected. I am on the pill, Daryl so it's highly unlikely that I would get pregnant. But I think it would be wise for each of us to get tested that way when they come back clean, I'll make an appointment to get the birth control implant. That way I don't have to remember to take a pill every day."

I didn't know she was on the pill. Maybe we should have talked about that, but thank the fuck she is. And she made a good point. We get tested and if it comes back fine, which it fucking should, and she gets whatever this implant thing is, then we can fuck bareback? Maybe that was the reason I got off so fast.

"It's good that you're on the pill which I didn't know. If you are serious about getting whatever that implant thing is, does that mean we fuck without a rubber? Bareback? Like today?" I gave up praying a hell of a long time ago but I was definitely praying for this.

"Yes, like today," she laughed at me.

I trusted her like I have never trusted another woman before. I swear I was gonna get us both tested tomorrow if we could. I'd cover my big boy up until then, but I couldn't wait to hit her again without using anything.

"Thank fuckin' God," I sighed as I lay back onto the bed.

Sophie yawned as she curled up on my chest. I kissed the top of her head as we both drifted off again. The last thing I thought of before falling asleep was that somehow I ended up being one lucky son of a bitch. Never thought someone like Sophie would want a guy like me. First time ever I was glad I was fucking wrong.