The Biker's Fate Chapter 353

Oh My God, it was amazing, but when he slid one hand between my legs and fingered my clit, I came the second the palm of his other hand slapped against my bottom again, and I cried out his name as I buried my face in the mattress while he continued to thrust into me. His body locked and he wrapped his arms around me, gently rolling us to the side so we were spooning, staying connected as he kissed the back of my neck.

I sighed. "Makeup sex rocks."

"All sex with you rocks," he countered, kissing my shoulder, then sliding out of me.

I turned to face him, and he pulled me onto his chest. "I'm really sorry I was stabby."

He chuckled. "This was worth the wounds, baby."

I settled my chin on my hands. "Why are you always so nice to me?"

Devon slid one arm behind his head. "What do you mean?"

"I'm not too proud to admit that I have had the ability to be very… ah… shall we say, cutting, when it comes to you," I said. "You have never reciprocated."

"I love you, Poppy."

"I love you, too… I loved you then as well, but it didn't stop me from being a psycho bitch on occasion."

"You're a woman."

I frowned. "That's supposed to be an explanation?"

He chuckled. "Look, the Wallace men are all pretty laid-back. You know my dad, nothing fazes him… and you see Cricket and how dramatic she is—"

"I don't think I'd say your aunt was drama."

He shook his head. "Two different things. She's dramatic… but she doesn't cause drama. Dramatic is fun… drama, not so much."

I giggled. "Okay, I see your point."

"Your dad's also totally chill, so I've watched them and how they treat women, I guess. Any woman worth knowin' is one who can be free to be her in all her glory, and not have some asshole hold her down because she gets emotional or dramatic. When I see you, I see all of you, and you're perfect, Poppy. Even if you're yellin' at me or being 'stabby.' The second you stop doin' those things is the second you stop lovin' me, so when you're mad, it means you care, and I love you even more in those moments."

"See!" I blinked back tears. "You're always so fucking sweet to me! It's annoying."

He dropped his head back and laughed, before kissing me gently and rolling me onto my back. "Not gonna let you get stabby again, Poppy."

"Yeah?" I challenged. "How are you going to stop me?"

"I'm gonna get stabby myself."

"Oh, really?"

"Yep. Gonna stab your pussy with my tongue," he said, and began to kiss his way down my body.

I shivered, arching against his mouth when he ran his tongue over my folds then slid it inside of me. "Oh, god, yes." I wove my fingers into his hair and tugged gently as he assaulted my pussy with his mouth. God, it was good.

He bit down gently on my clit as he pushed three fingers inside of me and I exploded… this caused me to lose his mouth, but I gained his cock pushing into me, so I didn't care.

"Fuckin' soaked, baby," he rasped, leaning down to suck a nipple into his mouth.

I wrapped my legs around his hips and gripped him as he buried himself deeper and deeper inside of me. He slammed in again and again and I felt another orgasm build, I was swamped with sadness. He was leaving again and it meant I wouldn't see him for at least a week. I forced back tears, but as my body broke, so did my soul, and I couldn't stop the wracking sobs as we both climaxed together.

"Fuck," he rasped, pulling out of me and gathering me up in his arms. "Baby, what happened?"

I couldn't speak. All I could do was cry ugly, snotty tears into his neck as he held me. I hated it. Hated myself for showing him this. I didn't want to be vulnerable when he had a job to do… I didn't want to be vulnerable, period.

"Okay, baby. I got you," he crooned, running his fingers up my back.

We stayed like this for a while, him telling me how much he loved me, and me desperately wanting him to be a dick so I could go back to being mad. But I let the sadness come for a change. Admittedly, I hated every second of it… but it was real, and if there was anyone I could be real with, it was him, so I let him see it.

 Once I'd calmed enough to form a cohesive sentence, I snuggled closer, my crying jag a weird sort of catharsis.

"Better?" he asked.

"Much."

"I'm gonna miss you too, baby."

"I know," I said, running my finger between his pecs. "I just wish we could be done, you know? Settled… together. At home."

He stroked my hair. "We will be, sweetness. Just gotta give it a minute."

"I love it when you call me sweetness," I whispered.

He chuckled. "I know you do."

"You're supposed to act surprised and promise to call me that all the time," I informed him.

He grinned, kissing me gently. "Never gonna lie to you Poppy, so, no."

"I'm getting stabby again," I retorted.

He laughed. "You don't scare me, Poppy. You seem to forget that."

I smiled, kissing his chest. "God, I love you."

"Love you too…," he grinned slowly, "… sweetness."

"You keep doing that and I'm gonna cry again."

"How about I take you out to dinner so you can stow all those emotions you hate so much?"

I smiled. "I think you're going to have to spring for dessert as well. I need to eat my feelings."

He chuckled, smacking my ass. "I can do that, baby. I'll let you cry one more time in the shower, then you're gonna be happy for the rest of the night."

"Deal," I said, and scrambled off the bed, heading for the bathroom.

I managed to keep my emotions in check as he made love to me in the shower… it helped that he devoted a little extra time on my clit… then he took me out to a ridiculously expensive restaurant and sprang for dessert.