***Ramrod***

 

Everything inside me tells me I need to avenge and find the fucker who did this to her. I’ll tear down the whole goddamned world if that’s what it will take for her to feel safe. The way she’s molded against me, in my fucking arms…hard muscle against her soft curves. Standing right here I feel like a damn asshole for being thankful she got thrown in my path.

I can only imagine what the shit she endured was like. The way she reacted just now? Fighting back, covering up, protecting vital limbs? Yeah, someone used her as a punching bag alright.

She breathes me in and snuggles closer to my chest. “How can you make me feel so safe? As if there isn’t a threat out there you can’t handle? Yet, I can’t let you do this. I mean, what if they hurt your brothers to get to me? We just met. How can you put them at risk like that?”

My fingers slide into her hair to guide her head back. I need her eyes on mine. “We might have just met, Doll, but my feelings are already rooted deep. The need to protect you, claim you.” Fuck. Now I’ve actually voiced my thoughts. Too early but somehow it feels right. “And from what your eyes and body language tell me, our connection is mutual.”

“Yes, it is,” she tells me without a single hesitation or doubt.

“Perfect. Let’s skip the just friends status, and since I don’t do the dating or girlfriend shit…I’m going to hit you up with an ol’lady status.” My words make her eyes go wide while my smile brightens.

“Wait,” she gasps. “Is that like a Vegas thing where you get drunk and wake up married?”

“Minus the booze and waking up, seeing we’re both wide awake, but basically? Yeah.” I chuckle but cut it short because there are strings attached. “Except instead of a ring, we’re getting inked. I’ll set that up for tomorrow.”

“Inked?” Her eyes twinkle. “I’m getting another tattoo? Sweet! Wait. What kind of tattoo?”

“The Broken Deeds patch with my name in there. I’m getting one with your name.” My finger tugs at a few strands of her hair. “What kind of ink is on your body already, sugar?”

Doll’s eyebrows raise. “Your name? In that red hawk circle, death splatter thing? That’s…that’s…a whole freaking different twist than a ring you know. What happens when you break up with me, huh? A tattoo is not something you can rub off.”

“Not even fucking inked yet and you want to talk about breaking up?” I growl. “That’s not a fucking option.”

“Great.” She rolls her eyes. “Then we’ll both be miserable because marriage counseling might be out of the question, right?”

I step forward and cage her between my body and my house. “I won’t ever allow you to be miserable for even one fucking minute of your life.”

“That’s one huge promise, Ramrod,” she breathes while desire fills her eyes. “But what if the sex between us is just…mediocre?”

My cock twitches in anticipation to prove himself. “You want a trial run before I claim you?”

She presses her fine tits tighter against my chest. “If you’re up for it.”

Don’t ask why I’m throwing away my statement from earlier; about getting her life back in order before I make her mine and screw her brains out. I’ll handle the shit as we go because right now my cock needs to visit her body and fuck away all the doubts. Mediocre sex. The way I’ll handle her cunt will wipe every sexual experience she’s ever had straight out of her brain.

“Stop taunting, Doll,” I growl. “I’m revved as it is, needing to drive my cock home.”

She reaches between us and pulls at the drawstrings that are keeping her sweatpants up, making them pool around her ankles. I slide my hand along the bare skin of her thigh, fucking electricity is bouncing between us. Then I realize a dilemma as big as the size of my cock. Huge.

“I don’t have a condom because I haven’t fucked in a while.” I groan in frustration. “I’m clean, got tested months ago, but I will gladly get you off with my hand and cover your tits with my cum, and then we get some condoms because I need to bury my cock inside that tight cunt of yours. Either that or we could fuck bare right now.”

“I’m clean and it’s been a while for me too. I’m on the pill but with all birth control things, that’s not a one hundred percent protection.” And is that a little whiny element in her voice? Is she just as anxious for us to fuck right now rather than wait till we can get some condoms?

“Sugar? The reason I haven’t fucked in a while is because I wanted my ol’lady, a future, kids. You’re talk about the minor chance of my seed taking root is only making my cock harder.” I let my fingers trail up to her cunt and feather my fingertip over her clit. “So I’m fine taking that risk right now. You?”

Her fingernails dig into my shoulder. “Stop talking and get inside me.”

“Fuck yeah,” I mumble and reach for my cock, just tugging down the waist of my pants and not even bothering to take them off. I fist my hard as steel length, pushing it down so it slides against her cunt. Scooping up her leg, I hook it over my arm, opening her up.

“Eyes, Doll. Right here,” I snap and she obeys.

Holding her gaze, I bend my knees a bit and gently start to push in. My cock is perfectly lined up with her cunt. She’s so turned on that it’s wet and ready, welcoming my hardness with her tight heat. Inch after delicious inch, she takes me into her slick cunt. Despite my size she manages to accommodate me perfectly.

We stare into each other’s eyes, consumed with desire and knowing, feeling, the euphoria of our connection growing. I’m having difficulties breathing once I’m fully buried inside her. Pulling out, the friction rips a guttural groan from me as I watch Doll’s eyes roll back into her head. Her hands grip my shoulders, nails digging further in to urge me on. No fucking need because I’m going to chase what we’re both dying to achieve.

Before my cock touched her cunt, it was just used for mindless fucking. What a difference from what it’s connected with now…I notice every detail. The way she feels wrapped around me, her scent, her nails, her forehead that’s fallen onto my shoulder, her silky hair that’s brushing my naked torso, her ass cheek in the palm of my hand. So. Fucking. Perfect.

Sliding out, the cold air makes me aware we’re outside. I bury myself inside her body with a heavy grunt. I pick up my pace, no other fucking option because my woman is clawing to get closer and matching every thrust.

“Hang on,” I growl and hook her other leg over my arm, grabbing her ass with both hands while I start to fuck her hard against my house.

And with hard, I mean so fucking rough that I’m surprised I’m not moving my house a few fucking inches. I feel another breeze of air that wraps in between us as I slide my cock out that’s coated with her arousal. Her lips slide to my neck and I feel her teeth nip before she starts to suck. Holy hell, the realization that she’s marking my neck for all to see has me picking up even more speed.

Angling my hips, I make sure every thrust gives friction to her clit. The next slide deep inside her is a slightly different angle, one I need to lock in my fucking mind because she lights up like a million stars.

Her head falls back and I swear I’ve never had a woman scream her fucking lungs out in ecstasy, my name spilling in such a way that my balls turn hard as stone, blowing like a volcano that jets streams of cum full speed through my dick, erupting deep inside her.

I’ve got my head buried between her head and shoulder, grunting my pleasure. She smells so fucking perfect with my scent all over her that I also feel the need to mark her skin. Sucking the skin on her neck while I slowly pump inside my ol’lady, I feel our mixed juices trickle out. It’s damn empowering to know that little fact. There’s not one single doubt in my bones, she’s my ol’lady, and worth all those months waiting for.

I can’t help rattle her cage a bit, not when she mentioned we might have a mediocre sex connection. “I’ve never had a screamer like that, and I must say,”

“Epic,” she grunts, “it’s because it’s not mediocre, it’s epic sex.” She’s having difficulties catching her breath. “Just so you know,” her lips travel over my skin, “never had a guy make me scream like that.”

Fuck. That’s one huge ego boost. “For the record, that’s the last time we discuss fucking others while my cock is still inside your cunt…I’ve never wanted to make a woman scream like that. I guess my ol’lady brings out the best in me, huh?”

“Yes.” Her head pulls back and she cups my face so fucking tenderly before she takes my mouth in a lingering kiss.

When we break apart, I make sure we’re on the same level. “We’re getting inked tomorrow. You know what that entails, right?”

“That you’re taking me on as your ol’lady, with all the problems that surround me...and that I need to go home and box up my stuff to move into this tiny man-house.” A damn sexy chuckle leaves her plump lips. “Oh, and I promise to give you epic sex in return. Deal?”

My dick slides out of her and I gently set her down on her feet.

She eyes my junk while I put him back in my pants and tell her, “Tiny man-house. You understand you can’t bring truckloads of girly shit, right? It simply won’t fit.”

Doll waves a hand in the direction of my junk. “You managed to put that massive dick into my tiny girly parts, so I imagine we can make it work.”

This woman has me grinning ear to ear. “We’ll most definitely make it work.”

“Oh,” she gasps. “Snap. Work. I would need some space to work. I don’t use a sewing machine because they are completely hand sewn, but I do have six boxes filled with that stuff and I have a large table where I,”

Before she can panic, I simply say, “We have a massive clubhouse, sugar. That’s an option till I can build a little shed over there.” I point at a large area of space that’s on the left of my, shit...our, house.

“You’re going to build me a shed?” Her eyes widen even further.

I step closer and pull her against my body. “Anything for my ol’lady, remember?”

“Hmmhmm,” she hums. “Epic sex in return,” she promises me.

Again, I’m smiling ear to ear, wondering how I got so fucking lucky to have everything I ever wanted and needed right here in my damn arms.