Journey (Soulless Kings MC: Marble Falls, TX #2)

21. Journey

CHAPTER 21

JOURNEY

That’s the point.

No one’s ever stuck around.

As we hang out at the clubhouse, those words play on a loop in my thoughts. Wren hasn’t had an easy life, but the full impact didn’t really sink in until she said that. It makes sense, I suppose. I’m sure there are plenty of people out there who would be running for the hills when they learn of her disorder.

But not me. If anything, it makes me want to be around her even more. Some might say I’ve got a hero complex, or I just want to fix her, but that couldn’t be further from the truth. Wren is incredible. The fact that she’s still standing after what she survived is a testament to the kind of person she is.

She is exactly the kind of woman I want by my side. And bonus, life will never be dull.

“I can see why you like her.”

I shift my gaze from the corner where Wren is talking to Addison and grin at Ghost. “Liking her is the easy part,” I confess. “Getting her to like me back is what took so damn long.”

“Yeah, well, love ain’t easy.”

“And you know this how?” I ask, again sensing that there’s a story there.

Rather than answer, he lifts his glass in salute. “I’m happy for ya, bro.”

He makes his way out of the common area, and I consider following him, but dismiss the idea quickly because I promised Wren I wouldn’t leave her.

I watch her for a few minutes later, and when she shakes her head at Addison and Pres’s old lady walks away, I make my way toward her.

“Everything okay?” I ask Wren.

“Yep.”

I nod at her glass. “You’ve barely touched your drink.”

“I’m sorry. I hate to waste it, but I don’t like to drink too much alcohol with my meds. Especially if I’m in stressful situations.”

“And you’re in a stressful situation?”

Wren wrinkles her nose as she seems to contemplate that for a second. “Actually, no. Things are good.”

“Told ya.”

“Shut up.”

“Listen, it’s getting late. I can take you home if you want,” I say casually. “Or you could stay here.”

“Like a sleepover?” she teases, and the flirt from the first night we met comes out.

Leaning in, I lick a path up her neck to her earlobe. “Won’t be doing much sleeping if I’ve got anything to say about it.”

Wren turns her head and lightly brushes her lips over mine. “And what exactly would we be doing?”

I lift her over my shoulder, and she squeals. “I think I can show you better than I can tell you.”

I carry her to my room and kick the door shut behind me. As soon as I set her on her feet, she’s on me like bark on a tree. Her hands are everywhere, and she pushes me against the wall.

She didn’t take the lead the last time, and hesitation has me gripping her arms and moving her back a little.

“Wren?” I ask, needing to know it’s really her.

“Yeah,” she says. “It’s me.”

That’s all I need to hear. I rip her clothes from her body and toss them to the floor. She doesn’t protest, and when she’s standing before me naked, I take a few minutes to appreciate all she has to offer.

“You are so beautiful.” Wren reaches for my belt, but I block her and ease her back toward the bed. “Not yet, sweetheart. Let me enjoy you first.”

She groans with frustration. I push her onto the mattress and drop to my knees. A moan escapes past her lips when my tongue swirls around her clit, and she grabs my head to hold me close.

I’ve always prided myself on taking care of my partner first, but I don’t know how long I can hold out with Wren. I’ve been fantasizing about being with her again for weeks, and now that it’s happening, my cock is straining against my zipper, begging to be inside her.

“Gonna make this fast, sweetheart,” I say against her core.

I shove a finger inside her, working her from the inside and outside. Flicking my tongue over her clit as fast as I can, I pay attention to her reaction. It doesn’t take long for her legs to quiver around my head, and her moans of ecstasy to fill the room.

Wren spasms around my finger, and when she starts to relax, I remove it and stand up. I lick the taste of her off my lips as I rush to strip, watching her the entire time.

She stretches her arms over her head, and I trail my gaze from her satisfied expression to her tits. I linger over every inch of her, letting it sink in how lucky I am that it’s me who she chose to give a chance to.

“Take a picture. It’ll last longer,” she says, throwing my own words back at me.

“Oh, I will. I’ll take lots of ‘em,” I assure her. “But not now. Now, I’m gonna fuck you until there’s no room in your head for anyone or anything but you and me.”

“Sounds like heaven,” she murmurs.

I climb on top of her, pinning her arms in place with one hand and lining myself up with her entrance with the other. Wren’s tight pussy envelopes me in slick heat, and it’s my turn to moan.

Fear of coming too soon has me freezing above her, but she doesn’t let that stand. Wren moves her hips, forcing me to engage, and by some miracle, I don’t explode.

“Thought you said this was gonna be fast,” she purrs before nipping at my neck.

“You asked for it.”

I increase my speed, thrusting in and out of her in a rhythm as old as time. The world around us fades away, and the only thing that matters is the perfection between us.

Reaching between our bodies, I press my thumb to her clit and rub circles around it as we fuck. My ears ring, and her moans of desire seem to come from somewhere in the distance. Haze fills my vision, and a tingle skitters down my spine.

Knowing that I’m close, I push into her faster and harder. Her walls clamp around me, and she arches off the mattress as a wave of pleasure crashes over me. We ride the wave together, a tandem trip to a place of euphoria.

“Just as I remembered,” she says when I collapse to her side.

“So you have thought about it,” I tease.

She smacks me playfully on the chest. “Of course, I have. I’m damaged, not dead.”

I lift onto my elbow and glare at her. “Don’t talk about yourself like that. You’re not damaged. Fuck, you’re so not damaged.” Cupping her cheek, I press a kiss to her lips. “You’re unique and strong and sexy and brave and smart and talented… Should I go on?”

Wren grins. “I mean, you shouldn’t stop.”

I throw my leg over hers and pull her close. “I’ll never stop showing you how special you are.”

“A girl could get used to this,” she says as she snuggles against me.

“That’s the point.”