It’s been a month. Dani and I have been in Tennessee with Diesel’s crew and he’s urging me to stay on, as his second in command. I’m pretty sure I’m going to. I love Drag and the boys, but honestly, I need a fucking change. My woman fits in here. She’s happy. The other old ladies have welcomed her completely. There’s only one dark spot. Dani hasn’t given herself to me. She’s healed now. Still has some problems and pain, but for the most part she’s healed. I’ve done everything, but right out ask. I’ve tried to be respectful, but motherfucker, my balls are going blue here.

She’s bent over our bed, making it and smoothing out wrinkles. She’s got on some cute little hot-ass shorts and a red t-shirt that says badass bitch on it. My eyes are glued to the way the fringe on her shorts plays and caresses the mound of her ass cheek, almost letting me see the curve, and my patience snaps.

“Are you ever going to let me fuck you again?”

She straightens slowly and turns to me. Her hair has grown back out some, it’s now almost to the top of her neck. The bruises have left her face and there’s nothing but one very small scar under her chin. She still wears that damn dark red lip stick that instantly makes my cock hard. Under the thin strap of her top you can see her new tattoo. She thought the scar where she tried to take her own life was ugly. I thought it was beautiful. I had her get a tattoo over it and she agreed; she even allowed me to pick what I wanted. I think she thought I would choose my name. Don’t get me wrong, I fully intend too. Still, I wanted the one word that summed up what that scar was all about. So, in flowing letters covered in barb wire and roses the word Courage brands my woman. That’s my woman. That’s my woman to a fucking T…

“Excuse me?”

“I didn’t stutter Hellcat, I asked if you’re ever going to let me fuck you again.”

“Zander, I’ve been…I mean… You want to have sex?” she asks finally, and Jesus, what kind of question is that to ask a man?

“Are you fucking kidding me? Junior is slowly dying and withering away, Hellcat. I’m dying to get back inside you.”

“I’m scarred up pretty bad, Zander.”

“You’re fucking gorgeous.”

“I…Shit, Zander you might not…I mean, I might not…”

“Strip, Dani.”

“Zander…”

I walk to her then. She’s nervous. Motherfucker! How could I have been so stupid? I turn her so her back is to me and then pull her shirt over her head. I don’t give her time to question anything. I unlatch her bra and throw it on the ground with her shirt. I pull her back against me. My arm sliding across her warm breasts, as I kiss the side of her neck.

“Zander…I’m scared.”

“I got you,” I answer, sliding my other hand around to undo her shorts.

“I’m lost,” she says. “I can’t even find myself,” but even as she says it, her lips are turning to mine, and her hand comes up to pull my head down to her.

I don’t let her pull me in until my eyes find hers.

“Then hold on Hellcat, because I got you and I’m not letting you go. Believe in that,” I tell her.

I see a smile slide onto her lips and that’s when I claim them. I drink in her taste like the man I am. A man who has been starving for over a fucking month for his woman. I push her shorts and underwear down to her knees, before I even break the kiss.

“This is going to go fast, Hellcat,” I tell her, and I’m mourning it. It’s her first time making love since the attack. A better man would be slow and soft with her. He would make her see how fucking beautiful she is. I promise I’ll give her that soon, I just think it’s beyond me at this point.

“Take me…take me just like this…”

Now, I’m not a foolish man that would ever turn down a plea like that, but something in her tone makes me stop and realize I was worried about going too fast for a reason. I can’t take her like this. I need her to look in my eyes when I love her. I need her to see the truth, that to me, she is the most beautiful person on the face of the Earth.

For that reason and that reason alone, I pull back.

“Step out of your clothes Hellcat and get on the bed,” I order.

“Zander…”

“Do it now, Dani. It’s time I show you the fucking man you’ve tied yourself too.”

“Jesus, we’ve been together for a while now. I think I know,” she grumbles, but she does as I order.

I take my clothes off, without saying anything else. Her eyes never leave me though, and the hunger on her face is all I need to know that I’m doing the right thing.

“Do you want my cock?

“God, yes.”

I stroke myself watching her closely. She’s lying on the bed naked, and motherfucker, a weaker man would come right then.

“Spread your legs, Dani. Let me see my pussy.”

She swallows nervously but does as I tell her to. She’s got a neatly trimmed pussy now, letting that soft brown hair cover her mound. The sight of it fucking turns me on.

“Do you know how fucking beautiful you are, Dani?”

“Zander…”

“You’re every fucking wet dream I’ve ever had in my life.”

“Zander…”

“Except for one thing…”

She freezes, looking up at me. Her hand automatically goes to her stomach, and I shake my head. I know it worries her. I see how she looks at me when she’s around Diesel’s baby boy, Ryan.

“I’m a selfish son of a bitch, Hellcat. I don’t want to share your fucking body with anyone—not even our child. We can adopt. You’d be a wonderful mother, and I’d be proud to have kids with you, but that fucking body of yours is mine.”

She tilts her head to the side and looks at me, like she’s having trouble believing me. “You want to adopt a child…with me?”

“In a fucking heartbeat. What part of, I’m in this forever, are you not grasping, Hellcat?”

“I love you,” she whispers, and those long thick eyelashes of hers are wet with tears that want to fall.

“I love you.” I answer with a smile. “Now do you want to guess what one thing keeps bothering me, Dani?”

She swallows, but nods her head in a yes. At the same time, her hand comes up to the scar on her chest. I shake my head.

“Don’t even think it, that scar is fucking beautiful. When I look at it, I’m reminded of what a strong woman I have. Of the courage she possesses and how fucking amazing she is. The kind of woman who survives. That’s the kind of woman a man holds onto—the kind of woman a man raises a family with, the kind of woman a man grows old with.”

The tears slowly slide down her cheeks now, but she’s smiling, so I figure it’s okay.

“So, what is it you don’t like?” she asks, her voice thick with emotion and love. I can literally hear the love.

“I’ve never watched you make yourself come,” I tell her with a cocky-ass smile, and really, who wouldn’t be cocky with all that I have.

“I…what do you want me to do?”

“Have you ever made your sweet little pussy come?”

“When we…”

“No, sweetheart, without me.”

She blushes and my body feels as if electricity is running through it. I will never get enough of this woman.

“Show me, Dani.”

I expect her to tell me no, and honestly, I’m too far gone to push her if she does. She surprises me yet again though, and I should be getting used to that by now. I watch as her hands move over her breasts and down to her stomach, slowly they trail down to the part that has me mesmerized at the moment. The soft hair shielding her, is wet and glistens, beckoning me.

“Pull your legs up towards your chest and plant those heels on the bed. Show me what’s mine, Dani.” my voice is hoarse with need.

She does it, and I watch those pretty fingers dance along the lips of her pussy.

“You’re so wet for me, aren’t you, sweetheart?”

“Yes,” she whispers.

“Do you want my cock?”

“God, yes. I’ve been dying to have your cock back inside of me.”

Her honesty pleases me.

“Spread that juicy cunt open for me and let me watch you tease that throbbing little clit of yours, baby.”

I watch her slide her fingers over that hard, swollen nub. She’s so wet, the liquid shines up at me, and I have to have her. Fuck, I need to make it last longer, but I just…can’t. I bend down, pull her hands up, and lock both her wrists in one of my hands.

“I’m sorry baby, but I just can’t wait.”

“Thank, God. Hurry Zander, fuck me. Please,” she growls in my ear.

I hold the head of my cock against her opening and look her in the eyes.

“No more doubts, Dani. You’re mine. You’ve always been mine.”

“No more doubts, Zander. I’m yours.”

With her words ringing in my ears, I slide inside—sinking all the way in. Once there, I don’t move while I catch my breath.

“Every time you’re inside of me, it just gets better,” she says, her words echoing my thoughts.

I kiss her, because there are no words that I can give to say what I want to. Then I release her wrists and pull back so just my tip is inside her. I’m on my knees now, and I lift her ass and pull her down on my cock, watching as I disappear out of sight. Fucking phenomenal. I repeat that several times, enjoying the feel, the angle, and the way my dick scrapes against the walls of her pussy. It slowly drives Dani crazy as she starts lifting her body up higher, bracing herself on her elbows. She’s doing her best to thrust herself back and forth, but I have my hands on her ass, and I’m doing the work here. I’m the one allowing her to have, what I choose to give her.

“Zander!” she growls, and I can’t help but smile.

“What’s wrong, baby?” I ask, slowing my thrusts and tilting my hips to the side so that it hits her differently with each slow glide.

“I need you to stop torturing me and give me your dick, please…” she says, and she does in fact sound desperate.

I support her with only one hand and take my free one to move my finger against the swollen lips of her pussy. My thumb searches and finds the hard distended nub of her clit. It pulsates, and I smile as I push hard against it and then let up, petting the pretty button in reward. Her hips jerk up, elongating the reach of my cock inside of her. I take over controlling everything and enjoy the show, never speeding up my movements as my fingers dig into her thighs. It makes me feel every inch the conqueror and possessor of her and her body.

Her head is thrashing back and forth; her whimpers have become unintelligible.

“Do you get it yet, Dani? Do you get that you’re mine? That I’m never fucking letting you go?”

She doesn’t respond, well other than a moan when my cock thrusts back inside. This time however, I don’t withdraw. I stay lodged completely inside of her and adjust her legs so they wrap around my back, and then I stretch back over her body, my eyes seeking hers. Her hands come up to my face, touching me softly. So fucking softly, they almost feel as if she’s praising me. I can’t remember another woman ever touching me with such gentleness. Her dark eyes are shining with emotion, and it’s all directed at me.

“I love you, Zander. As long as you are with me, I am where I belong.”

Her words touch places in me that I didn’t even realize were raw, and they heal. I should give her sweet words now, but they’re all jumbled up in my brain. All I can think is…mine.

My voice is hoarse with emotion and love, so much fucking love for this woman. I know that she’s sunk so deep inside that she’s more than a piece of me. She’s all of me. She owns every inch of me, and I wouldn’t want it any other way.

“Hold on, Hellcat. Hold on tight and never let go,” I order, and with every lunge inside of her it pushes her up on the mattress. Her heels lock against my ass, as she takes my body into hers over and over. Her nails bite into my back, and I hiss at the sweet sting of pain.

“Give it to me, Zander. I’ll hold on, I’ll always hold on to you, Cowboy. Always.”

I take her promise and we finish our ride together—just as it should be.