It feels as if I’ve been gone for a month, rather than just three days. I have a lot on my plate in the upcoming days with the club. I’m not the club enforcer or the Vice President, but as record keeper of the club and one of the main officers, I have a lot on my plate as we figure out where to go after our meeting with the Donahue brothers. Still, I’ve already told Skull and Pistol that I’m doing jack shit until I get the night with my woman.

With that in mind, as the other men turned into the club, I kept going and drove like a bat out of hell to get home. The minute I pull into the driveway and see Annie’s old beat up vehicle I feel a sense of peace. I’m barely off my bike when Annie comes running out. She jumps straight into my arms and I have to plant my feet to keep from being bowled over by her. She’s laughing and her eyes are alive with happiness. Her arms go around me and mine lock around her and that feeling of peace only intensifies.

“I missed you, Sabre. I’m so glad you’re home.”

Home. Yeah, I am definitely home.

“I missed you too, sweet Annie, and I’m getting ready to show you just how much,” I growl picking her up in my arms and marching up the steps into the house. She is nibbling on my neck and telling me how much she’s glad I’m home, and I wish I could hear her better. The truth is there’s blood roaring in my ears, my cock is rock hard, and I have to have her. I feel like a damn monk who is about to break a seven-year vow of celibacy. I open the door, Annie still in my arms and freeze. Latch is sitting at the bar, eating. My eyes narrow in on him.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” I bark, my dick somehow growing harder.

“Having dinner. You just missed Lucy. She had dance practice.”

I set Annie down with a sigh. No way. I am not going to get cock-blocked again and Annie is not ready for playtime.

“Annie. Bedroom, now. Take your clothes off and get on the bed and wait for me.”

“Sabre.”

“Now, Annie.”

“Remind me again why I like the things you do to me,” she grumbles leaving the room.

“I’m about to remind you. Latch, get the fuck out of here,” I growl, my patience gone.

“Bye, Latch. Don’t forget, you and Lucy are having dinner here Thursday night,” Annie calls out.

“Wouldn’t miss it, Peaches,” Latch says with a wicked grin.

“I see you’ve made yourself at home,” I say watching him closely. He’s got that look in his eye that I haven’t seen in a long time. My Annie has caught him, I knew she would. Hell, I just had to see her from a distance.

“She’s special,” he answers.

“She is.”

“She doesn’t let you keep your distance,” he answers and I nod my head in agreement. “Do I report to the club or here tomorrow?”

“Here, I’m going to be busy at the club for the next few days.”

“You got it. Be good to her, brother,” he says, slamming the door shut. I sigh. There are things to discuss with Latch, but I need Annie, it will have to happen later.

I go straight to the bedroom and what I find there takes my breath away. Annie is on the bed, gloriously naked, except for the sheet she has pulled over her. I should have told her I didn’t want her covered up. I know she’s shy. I know she’s never done this before. A better man would understand that and move forward carefully. That is not who I am though, and Annie knows that. It’d be wrong for me to be any way other than the way I always plan to be with her.

“Come over here and undress me, Annie.”

Her cheeks darken in color, but she slides out of bed and comes to me. She’s beautiful as always, but knowing what we’re about to do and what she is about to give me makes her even more so. She comes to a stop in front of me.

I can’t stop my hand from coming up and caressing her collarbone and following the delicate path to her neck. “So beautiful.”

Her hand gently covers mine and her sweet voice feels as if it takes ten years of darkness away from me.

“That’s how I feel every time I look at you, Sabre.”

So sweet, she could make my teeth ache. Her innocence intrigues me, but I can’t wait to show her how good being bad can be. I take off my cut and toss it to the chair across from us, and then pull my shirt off. Her hands move over my stomach, her fingers moving slowly as if she’s memorizing every line. Bit by bit she moves up my chest, her hands breaking apart and each thumb searching out my hard, small nipples and petting them. The touch is erotic and innocent at the same time.

I’ve done my best to bring Annie to this point; knowing what to expect from me. Each time I touched her brought her to orgasm; in the way I talked to her, texted, and in the videos or other things I made sure she watched. I’m not a tender man, not by a long shot. Annie brings out instincts and feelings I’ve never had before. Yet, sex is elemental to who I am. She may start off a virgin, but I plan to show her every forbidden pleasure my mind can dream up and make her want it…need it…crave it.

“I thought you told me to undress you?” she asks, placing a gentle kiss on my chest.

“I left the best parts for you,” I grin.

“I’m a little nervous,” she admits and I can hear her voice tremble.

I bring her face up close to mine, taking in all the myriad of emotions her eyes are trying to show and then kiss her softly. Our lips caress and graze each other in a slow dance that is intended only to divert her and to amp up her excitement.

I use my teeth to pull her lower lip into my mouth, sucking on it. I nibble it, let my tongue taste its flavor, all the while letting my hands pet and follow the contours of her body. I can’t resist massaging those sweet, luscious globes and bringing her even closer to me. I could be wrong, but I think that’s what pushes her over the edge and to the point her nerves take a back seat because she practically takes over our kiss. Her tongue forges into my mouth, trying to own it. Her hands move down to my sides and her fingernails bite into the skin, and the sweet sting of pain mixed with need acts like a drug in my system. I wanted to take this slow and easy the first time. Being with Annie doesn’t allow that, I just can’t. Together the two of us always end up being a raging wildfire.

“Annie…I can’t be slow. You deserve someone who can take his time and worship you patiently. Fuck, sweetheart. I don’t have it in me,” I tell her when we break apart. My voice is unsteady from the need coursing through my veins.

“I don’t want you to be anything other than the man I fell in love with.” The words lie there for a second and they’re backed up by the trust shining in her eyes. I may not be soft or able to give her what she deserves, but I vow I will make this good for her. I just hope I can. I know nothing about virgins. My darker desires always made me run from them.

“You can undress me next time…get up on the bed, now, Annie,” I order. She backs away and when the bed presses against her legs, slides upon it. Her eyes stay on me the entire time. I like that, I will demand it from her—especially when I introduce her to the pleasures of having more than just me and her in our playtime. I bank those thoughts down as an image of Latch touching my woman tries to plant itself in my mind. It will happen, but tonight belongs to Annie and me.

I undress, letting her watch it all. My hand strokes up and down my cock, my pre-cum already making it slick and wet. I lie down beside her, nibbling on the side of her neck. I make small bruises there. I know she likes it, and I need to mark her everywhere. I kiss a path down her chest, sucking on the pebbled nipple while my fingers play with the other. She gasps and her back comes off the bed from the sensation. Her hands wrap around my head pulling me harder against her. Delicious.

I let my hand drift to her sweet spot. She’s soaked. I fight back the urge to thrust inside of her. Instead, I let my fingers play. I start gently, massaging them back and forth in the slick, sweet excitement that’s gathered. I prime her clit, a combination of pushing and pulling that I know will get her where I need her to be. I’m dying to taste her again, but my dick will revolt at this point, not to mention my poor balls.

“Sabre…”

Her voice is vibrating with need. Her body thrusting and clenching my fingers, already. The fact that she can get this excited, this easily—is a gift. I kiss my way back to her neck, positioning myself over her.

“You’re so beautiful, Annie,” her eyes open slowly, so crystal blue and clear. She looks at me with all the trust in the world. I slide two fingers inside her pussy. Over the brief time we’ve been together I’ve been slowly stretching her, waiting for this day, but there’s only so much you can do with your hands. It’s almost a struggle to sink two fingers into her. Her muscles tighten instantly and she tries to ride them. I hold them still inside her, using my thumb to continue manipulating her clit. “So beautiful and all mine.”

“Sabre,” she gasps out as I begin to fuck her in earnest with my fingers, bringing her body quickly to the point of orgasm. I should be ashamed for not going slower, for not giving her the sweet, slow seduction she should have. She deserves all of that and more, but the truth is I’m going to go crazy if I don’t get inside of her.

I kiss along her darkened pink breast, sucking on the hardened nipple again and just as I feel her pussy spasm around my fingers, I bite down and pull with my teeth. My woman likes a little pain; I’m going to teach her to crave it. She has no idea just what her body is going to be searching for. The thought of being the one to give it to her is a rush like no other I’ve ever had in my life.

As she tumbles into her orgasm, her body shaking and calling out my name, I position my cock at her entrance. I watch as it all overtakes her. It’s a familiar sight. I never let a day go by that I haven’t given this to her, and usually much more than once a day, but somehow each time it just gets better.

“Annie,” I groan, my cock literally leaking to get inside of her and it takes all of the control that I’ve mastered over the years to keep from thrusting home. Her nails are biting into my back and her body is pushing up into my hand, riding it and taking every ounce of pleasure she can find. It’s beautiful, true, but I need her eyes. “Annie!” Her eyes snap to mine, hers are hazy and cloudy with pleasure. She’s flushed, her lips swollen and wet and my cock slides forward just so the tip sits inside of her—resting…waiting.

“Sabre…”

“Keep your eyes on me, Annie. This is going to hurt, but I promise you it will get better.”

“Please, Sabre. I want you,” she answers, even as her head goes back and another wave hits her.

My mouth crashes down against hers as I drink in her taste and swallow her cries. My cock slides deeper inside. It feels like a damn vise gripping my cock and squeezing it. I feel the thin wall that keeps me from sinking further. This is important. I will be Annie’s first man. Her first everything. I will fucking be her last, but then she will get that from me, too. I know I will never want another woman but Annie. Ever. With that thought ringing in my brain, I break away from her sweet lips. My mouth finds that soft juncture where her neck and shoulder meets, and I bite down and force my hard cock inside her body. She cries out, and I still. Her head is pressed into her pillow. The heels of her feet are shoved deep into the mattress and I’m balls deep inside of this beautiful creature—afraid to move.

Slowly, her eyes open and she looks at me.

“I’m yours now,” she whispers. My heart beats hard against my chest.

“You’ve always been mine, Annie. Since the day you were born. You were made for me,” I tell her starting my ride. She mews this sweet little sound and finds my rhythm and meets me thrust for thrust. My balls tighten and I feel the tingling zip down my spine; I’m about to come harder than I ever have in my life. Before I do, there’s one thing I need to do—one thing I need to give her.

“I love you, Annie. I love you. This seals it, sweetheart. You’re never getting away from me.”

“Love for a lifetime?” she asks, her nails moving down to my ass as she pulls at me, trying to get me deeper. Hell, my balls are pressed against her hot pussy now and wet with her sweet liquid.

“For several, Annie…for fucking ever,” I groan, riding her hard and losing myself in my own climax even as I feel her second one overtaking her, as my cum shoots inside of her. She clinches me so fucking tight, my eyes roll back in my head.

She’s everything…everything.