I’m lying on my stomach on the couch; my back is still tender from the tattoo. Rolling over, I wince and give up on sleep. Standing, I look out the window of Callie’s home and see three members of the Crude Souls parked out front. They’re talking quietly, smoking and making it known that they are guarding club property. Callie has no idea what she’s in for. I’ve been around these men my whole life. Opening the front door, I go out in my jeans and nothing else, I am met with chin lifts and greetings.

“Anything?”

“Nah, man. How’s your back?” asks Goat.

“Fucking sore.”

This gets me a few laughs.

“Make sure you get your woman to clean it thoroughly, only using what I gave you.”

“I will.” The front door opens and I can see Callie’s silhouette in the doorway. “Catch you later, and guys, thank you.”

This gets me a few nods as they go back to their conversation. Even at night Callie’s form is easy to make out. As I make it to the doorway she opens it wider.

“Is everything okay?” Callie whispers.

“Yeah, babe. Just a few of the guys here keeping an eye on you, on us.” I close the front door and lock it. “Why are you awake?”

“I heard the front door open. I was...I was worried.”

Callie is standing in front of me in a short, pink satin robe and my cock is wishing she was naked.

“No need to worry, babe. The club has us covered here and some other members headed out on a ride today to keep watch over Randall.”

Callie bows her head and moves toward me. I take a step closer and pull her to me. I need her body against mine more than I've ever desired another thing in my life.

“You don't have to do any of this, Kai,” she whispers against my naked chest, her fingers softly tracing the outline of my angel wings tattooed across my pecs. I haven’t told her yet that I’ve patched in or why, the thought of her feeling guilty for my decision is enough to keep it to myself as long as possible. With ink now covering most part of my back, I won’t be able to keep it quiet long.

Right now is not the time though. I lower my hands until they grip her arse and lift her up, spreading her legs until they are wrapped around my lower back.

Callie shrieks as I pin her to the front of me and I growl into her coconut smelling hair. Fuck, she is hot. I can’t deny that her circumstances put me in the perfect position to provide for her. As beaten as she is though, I can tell she doesn’t want to be looked after. She's stronger than even she believes and that only makes her more appealing to me. The fact she didn’t want me to look after her, proves she has plenty of inner strength.

I kick the door shut behind me and turn to lock up. I know by picking her up this way that I have compromised my restraint. The way she is spread open for me, her pussy running over my hard cock is making it impossible to think straight.

I lower her to her back on the sofa and move over her, keeping myself pressed right up against her warmth. I have no intention of moving but I am conscious of the timing and remind myself she may not want what I want right now.

Our eyes meet, and I want to believe it is lust and passion I see staring back at me but I’m not game enough to push my luck. Internally, I chuckle. Since when does the player worry about anything other than getting deep inside a woman and walking out the door? This is so different. Call me a pussy, but I’m going to hold out in an effort not to fuck this up.

Yeah, I'm a fucking pussy.

Pussy whipped and I haven't even fucking got her naked yet. As if reading every thought in my expression as I hover above her, she rakes her dainty hands through my hair and murmurs, “I’m broken, Kai, damaged inside and out.”

I raise back a little more, taking in her concerned face and feel ashamed of myself.

“No, you’re beautiful, strong and I’d never hurt you.”

Callie shakes her head and drops her eyes. “I let him do whatever he wanted, for years. I did try to leave once. His brother is a policeman, he found me, he beat me and then he handed me back to Randall who beat me worse. I never tried again. I was weak, I am weak.”

A single tear escapes and runs down her face, slowly I lower myself and kiss its trail. Part of me wants to kiss all her self-doubt and fears away, but Callie needs to find that within herself. Our lips meet and a fire erupts within me.

My dick twitches in my jeans as I venture to get closer to her and slip my tongue between her heart-shaped lips. The warmth of our breathing mingles and I inhale her scent. Why does this woman feel like home to me?

My mother’s words pop into my head. I recall her saying to me many times, ‘When you meet the right one, your perfect match, the one born for you alone, you’ll just know. Often there's no explanation and it won't always be a happily ever after but sometimes it will be the biggest and best love of your life. If you have to ask why, then maybe you should stop and give all your attention to the woman at your side. Don't overthink it and lose what may be the most incredible part of your existence’.

Guilt engulfs me. I wonder what Ma would think about my giving into the club and patching in. It wasn’t what she wanted for me, but I'm doing this for my girl, not my father, and definitely not for myself.

For my girl.

That’s something I know my mother would be proud of.  Like she has always done, I was now learning without effort to put someone before my own needs. I will endure the club, and anything that comes with it to have a chance with Callie. Whether that chance is now or later, I am all in.

First, I need to explain to Callie what I’ve done, and make her believe it was the right decision. In my gut I know it is the only way to keep her by my side and safe. My heart knows I couldn’t handle anything happening to her. How could a person have such a stronghold over me in only a few days? All I know is I’m at peace with the decision and my dick couldn't be happier. I’m not spoiling the moment with a conversation about the MC.

My body drops lower over Callie who is laid out beneath me and our kiss becomes more heated. Her lips are so ripe, so full and open easily for me.

She pulls me closer, with her fingers in my hair; an invitation to proceed. I moan into her mouth as our tongues seek out each other's, adding fuel to the fire. I grind my hips into her pelvis wishing there was nothing between us. She hums in response and pushes her hips upward into my pelvis. Spreading her legs open further for me, she locks her ankles around my arse and traps me, pulling me into her forcefully.

I love how she feels beneath me, wrapped around me. My hand moves from caressing her cheek to trail the length of her side. I need this fucking robe off but she isn't close to letting me go yet. Our kiss intensifies and our breathing becomes heavier as I lose myself in her. Palming her breast, I move off her slightly to gain better access to her plentiful tits.

“Don't stop,” she murmurs, her lips pouting at my movement.

“The only fucking way I'm going to stop is if you tell me to, Callie.” I rip open her robe beneath me, exposing her gorgeous boobs with hardened nipples ready and waiting.

I look up at her for a brief moment, hoping she is okay to keep going. When she pulls my head to her nipple I lick and suck until her moans turn to frustration. She needs more. And fuck, I was glad it was me that was going to give it to her.

I sit back on my heels and pull her robe off completely. My breath catches in my throat. She is now fully naked, and more beautiful than I ever could have imagined. The colour of her skin is so white against mine, her softness a vast contrast to my muscular physique. She's everything I never knew I wanted.

Callie blushes as I sit and watch her, her eyes hooded with lust, burning with desire, and suddenly I feel like everything that was about to happen, can't.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

“Fucking beautiful,” I whisper, wiping the sweat from my brow. I need to taste her, wear her scent on my tongue.

Callie shakes her head slightly. I frown down at her and she crosses her arms over her chest.

“No, don’t. You are beautiful.” Again she shakes her head. “We can stop. All you have to do is say stop and I will. Callie, I’d do anything for you.”

Her eyes find mine. Leaning down, I kiss her lightly and she responds. I’m conflicted so I rise up and look into the depths of her eyes.

“Tell me to stop,” I whisper pleadingly, knowing I may not be able to if we keep going.

“I-I can’t.”

With those words, every stitch keeping my resolve together withers away. I trail wet kisses from her swollen nipple, across her baby soft stomach, stopping momentarily to swirl my tongue around the contours of her belly button.

Hands twisting roughly in my hair, encouraging my movements and pushing me lower in search of her hidden treasure. Conflict tears at me. The need to get my lips on her pussy, to taste her, is at war with the desire to take my time and appreciate every inch of her.

With every kiss I place across her silky skin on my descent to her centre, the anticipation grows. I am deliriously giddy with need and my cock is achingly hard. Callie’s hands fall from my head and she plants them on my shoulders. I am instantly aware of the new ink on my back, a sacrifice I wasn’t sure she’d understand or appreciate.

As my mouth settles on her throbbing heat, I take her hands and secure them beneath one of mine on her stomach, pinning her to the sofa with little force and restricting the bucking movement of her hips. I can’t trust her hands on me right now; I need to get her off first.

“Kai, your lips...fuck!” she whispers obscenities with little regard for how each word pulls at my core; teasing my restraint.

“Mmm,” I moan over her clit, taking the hard bundle of nerves, swollen and throbbing, between my teeth. “Sweet as honey, baby, so sweet,” I murmur, lapping at her juices as I run my tongue the length of her slit and insert a finger into her depths. The sudden intrusion causes her head to fall backward and her mouth to fall open.

Her pussy feels so good around my finger. I add another one and pump in and out of her, curling upward until I reached the spot that will rip the pleasure from her. Her body writhes, her hands struggle to break free but I hold them in place. I love the idea of Callie at my mercy, the thought blows my mind and I’m sure I can blow my load in seconds.

“I need you, Kai. More,” Callie cries out, slamming her pelvis onto my hand with a force to be reckoned with. The heat intensifies and I suck at her core as her pussy clenches tightly around my digits, her sweetness soaks my hand and coats my tongue like perfection.

I slow my assault as she rides out her ecstasy. As I watch her, my heart strums a new rhythm. I’ve never seen anything or anyone so beautiful.

My dick is straining against my jeans. I rise up and undo the zipper and button, releasing my throbbing cock. Callie’s eyes are closed, her mouth slightly ajar, I push my jeans down, position my cock at her entrance and push in.

Callie’s eyes fly open and I smother her lips with mine, slowly I ease in and out of her and to my delight she matches me thrust for thrust.

“Mine,” I whisper into her neck. “You’re mine, say it.”

“I’m yours,” she whispers as her cunt spasms around my cock.

“Yes, you are.”