KATRINA

 

“You sure you wouldn’t rather be out with your boys tonight?”

Blake leaned back in his seat and sighed before turning to me.

“I have plenty of time to spend with the boys? Tonight is perfect.”

“Perfect, hmm? You sure know how to make a lady feel special.”

“It is though. Club business is taken care of. The boys are all out with each other. Your brother is babysitting Bella. We have tonight all to ourselves.”

“When you put it like that…”

Blake and I spent the evening by ourselves in the comforts of my small apartment. Most people would’ve thought it was a bore but they didn’t know what it was like being with a club member. When there wasn’t any drama, you couldn’t take it for granted. I had to enjoy every second alone with the man I was going to marry.

“Are you nervous?” I asked.

“Nervous? About what?”

“The wedding.”

“Why would I be nervous about that?”

“I don’t know… It’s your last chance to get out of it.”

Blake chuckled softly to himself. When he smiled, I saw how perfect his white teeth were.

Blake wasn’t like most stereotypical club members. His blond hair was always combed perfectly. His blue eyes were striking. He looked like a model even with all of the ink on him. The muscles were nice, too. He kept just enough scruff on his chin to keep him from looking too much like a pretty boy that everybody made fun of him for.

But more than anything else, there was his demeanor. Cocky. Confident. Arrogant. Blake fit all of those words and more. And he knew it better than anybody. He wore his pride like a badge of honor.

“I’ve been with a lot of women before you,” he said.

“Is that something you really want to tell me right now?”

There’s that arrogance again.

“Hold on. I’ve got a point to this.”

“This’ll be interesting…”

“I’ve been with women but none of them were like you.”

“How’s that?”

“I don’t know… I guess it’s just because everybody else was so willing to bend to me. They see the patch. They see the tattoos. They see the ride. They think ‘hey, he looks like fun.’”

“Uh, hate to break it to you, but that’s exactly what I was thinking when I first met you.”

“Maybe when you first saw me but not after you got to know me. You were different. You and I… We just clicked.”

He gave me that confident smile. If I wasn’t so used to it already, I would’ve been embarrassed about admitting how much I loved seeing it.

“I’m not going anywhere,” he said. “I told you I would be there for you. I told you I would be there for Bella. My mind hasn’t changed.”

“I talked to Michelle. She warned me about you getting crazy at your bachelor party.”

“Ha!” he scoffed. “Michelle’s the kind of woman who’s looking for something when shit isn’t there. When you’re the old lady of a club president, you’re always paranoid.”

There was nothing at this point that would stop me from marrying Blake. As far as I was concerned, everything was set in stone. From the look in his eyes, I knew he felt the same way.

Right now though… He was looking at me with an intent that told me he wanted one thing from me.

“What’s on your mind?” I asked coyly.

“Well…”

He shifted his eyes to the side and looked away from me.

“Bella’s not here right now. You don’t have to worry about waking her up…”

“It has been awhile, hasn’t it?”

“Yes, it has.”

He turned his gaze back toward me. The cocky grin on his face was nowhere to be found. He was emotionless. Just an intense stare that lit a fire in my stomach.

In the dim-lighting of my living room, the tension was only getting thicker. There was no point in bathing in the anticipation any longer.

Blake rushed his face toward mine and kissed me. I moaned into his mouth as his tongue slid against mine. Messy kisses echoed off the walls as we began tearing our clothes off each other.

I pulled his shirt over his head and took just a second to admire his physique. Perfectly tan skin covered in intricate ink along his chest and arms. Blake was a work of art thanks to his brother. It made sense that they called him Needle.

Blake didn’t let me appreciate the scene for very long. He fell to his knees and began violently tugging at my jeans. I giggled while he pulled them off of me. My giggles turned into groans as soon as he kissed the insides of my thighs. The rough scruff on his chin rubbing against my skin reminded me of what it was like with a man so rugged.

He cupped my ass as he continued to trail his mouth up my thighs. He made his way all the way up to my thong. My panties were soaking wet at this point. They were so wet that there was some weight to them when he pulled them off of me.

The cool night brushed against my wet folds and sent a shudder through my spine. I looked down through narrowed eyes. Blake stared back at me as he pressed his tongue right to my clit.

“Oh… Fuck!”

I yelled out, grateful that I didn’t have to worry about waking my daughter.

I moved my hand down and made a mess of Blake’s blond hair. My other hand gripped the couch cushion to brace myself from the pleasure.

The way he worked his tongue on me never got old. Soft but firm licks of my clit before working his way down to my entrance. He swallowed every drop that spilled out of me. The wet fluids on his lips were just as loud as my moans.

My back arched so that he could push his tongue inside of me. I propped my legs up on his broad shoulders. The pleasure was mounting up inside of me so fast and Blake wasn’t giving me any respite.

“Oh… Oh, God!”

I cried out, my throat already dry from groaning. I was having trouble keeping up with how good I felt. My mouth just hung open with all of my stifled cries of ecstasy stuck somewhere inside of me.

“Blake… Blake, I…”

I grinded my hips and pushed myself down on his face. He cupped my ass with both of his hands and lifted me up in his strong grip. He tongued me furiously until I couldn’t take it.

My muscles tightened. My breath stopped. My jaw clenched. I held everything in before exploding.

“Ahh! Fuck!”

I yelled out as my orgasm slammed into me. My body spasmed violently in his grip. Waves of pleasure pulsed through my stomach and surged through me. The warm feeling spread from the top of my head all the way down to my curled toes.

Blake kept sucking and licking me through my orgasm. He drained me completely. I melted like putty in his hands when the feeling finally subsided.

I collapsed on the couch, trying my best to recover. At the same time, I listened to the sound of him unzipping his jeans. I peeked my eyes open to look at the body I’d admired so much.

Blake’s chest, arms, and abs were enough to get any woman to stare. But the hard length between his legs was the real prize.

He stroked his shaft and stared at me with a cocky smirk. He was always cocky after making me come. I smiled back at him. He earned the right to smile at me like that.

“Come here.”

He suddenly grabbed my ankles and pulled me toward him on the edge of the couch. I gasped at the sudden movement then giggled at him. Biting my index finger in anticipation, I watched as he pressed his cock to my wet entrance.

“Oh…”

Just his tip was enough to make me squeal.

“…Fuck!”

The rest of his cock was enough to make me scream.

Blake plunged his entire length into me, burying himself to the hilt. He rested comfortably inside of me. I’d experienced him so many times before but it never got old. It was like the first time all over again.

He got on top of me and started going to work. Long, deep strokes pounded me into the couch cushions. The rhythm of our bodies colliding was joined by the chorus of my moans. Blake grunted hard with every thrust to let me know just how hard he was working.

“You like that, babe?”

“Oh, fuck… You know I like it…”

“I can’t hear you.”

“I like it…”

“I can’t hear you.”

“Fuck me! Fuck me harder!”

I was having trouble focusing but I yelled out what he wanted to hear. I was at his mercy, begging for him to give it to me. He gave me all of that and more.

Blake managed to work himself up to a sweat. Ink and muscles glistening from the dim candlelights in my living room made him look like a piece of art.

I stared up into his eyes and saw the growing intensity. I knew that he was close.

“Oh, fuck, babe… Come inside of me…”

“You want me to come inside of you?”

“Fuck, yes… Fucking come inside of me…”

He reached down and grabbed my breasts. They’d swelled ever since I gave birth and now Blake was taking full advantage of them.

I reached up and wrapped my arms around his broad shoulders to brace myself just the same. My legs wrapped around his back with my ankles resting just above his ass.

He rocked himself into me so fast and hard that I thought the foundation of my apartment would crumble.

“Katrina… Babe… I’m gonna…”

“Come inside of me…”

He pounded me like a jackhammer before holding his breath. His whole body seized up for just a second. Then he grunted so loud that I knew the neighbors heard.

“Fuck!”

I stared into his eyes as he came. His teeth gritted, Blake pushed himself into me as deep as he could.

“Yeah… Just like that… Give it to me…”

I moaned and guided him through his orgasm. Feeling his cum wet my insides never got old. His cock throbbed and made my whole body shake just the same as his.

Blake kept pumping his cock into me until everything had left him. He collapsed on top of me when he finished. His body was hard and sweaty. His chest and abs pressed against my skin as he took deep breaths.

“How are you doing?” he whispered.

“Amazing,” I sighed.

He gave me a soft kiss on the lips to seal our moment together. Right in the middle of it, I heard the vibration of his phone in his jeans.

“Don’t answer that,” I said.

“I have to. I wouldn’t be getting a call if it wasn’t important.”

“Right,” I sighed.

Blake got off of me and moved over to his jeans. I sat up and admired his naked body while I tried to regain my composure.

“What is it?”

Blake looked like a man who’d just finished having sex. But as he listened to whoever it was on the other line, the expression on his face changed quickly.

“What?” he exclaimed.

I knew something was wrong.

“Are you sure? Okay… I’m coming over right now…”

He hung the phone up and looked at me. The way he looked at me made my heart skip a beat.

“Blake… What’s wrong—”

“It’s Nate. The prospect. He’s in the hospital.”

“What?” I said. “What happened—”

“I don’t know. I’m gonna find out right now.”