Taylor dragging her nails down his chest brought him back to the present. Her eyes went heavy-lidded, and Gavin knew she was about to come. Holding her hips, he turned them until she was on her back, then started thrusting inside her as high as he could go.
“Fuck me, Reaper!”
He stopped his hips mid-stroke, that Taylor had to get a sexual rush using the nickname he earned in the military always gave him a pause when he fucked her. Did she need to have the fantasy for her to climax? Would she still want him when he was old and grey and could no longer reflect the image she had of him?
“Why are you slowing down?” Taylor turned her head to the side and bit his forearm.
“You’re a vicious thing when you want my dick.” He brought his mouth to her shoulder and returned the bite, careful not to mark her skin as he resumed his thrusts.
Driving into her forcefully, he jerked her arms over her head as his lovemaking turned rough the way she wanted it. He let her struggle before allowing her hands free, then regretted it a second later when she raked her nails down his back.
“Next time, don’t slow down when I’m coming!” she hissed.
“A man needs a suit of armor to fuck you.” Gritting his teeth, he sank down on her body, letting her have his full weight.
Taylor didn’t laugh at his joke, spearing him with her nails again.
Knowing that the only way to get her claws out of his back was to give her what she wanted, he thrusted faster to send her over the edge.
Taylor wrapped her legs around his hips as they furiously fucked each other into oblivion.
When she finally let her thighs slip to the side, Gavin got up from the bed to remove the condom and see what damage she’d done to his back. Looking at the reflection in her mirror, he then went back to the bed.
“Next time, you’re wearing gloves.” Lifting her off the bed, he carried her into the bathroom and set her down in the shower.
Getting inside, he started the water, stepping in front of her to take the blunt of the spray until the water warmed. She slid her arms around his waist from behind to his semi-hard cock. “Why do we still have to use a condom? I told you I was on the pill.”
“It’s a habit I’ll be happy to break when we’re married.”
He usually let Taylor have her way sexually, except for that hard and fast rule he had made for himself. He had seen too many lives uprooted by unexpected pregnancies, and until he was settled in one place, children could wait.
“I want at least two,” she whispered, sliding a hand across the back of his shoulder.
“What if I want three?”
“Three is uneven number.”
Gavin laughed. “Then two it is. Four is one too many for me.”
Taking the shower gel, he slathered it on his chest as they made plans for their future—describing the home they wanted to buy to the three-car garage it would have to have, interspersing talk with kisses and delicate touches as Taylor made up for the mess she made on his back. When they finished, he wrapped a towel around her to dry her.
He was still drying her off when she grabbed his wrists.
“When are you going?”
“Soon.”
“How soon?”
“A couple of days.”
“You better not forget that I’m here waiting for you.”
“Babe, I’ll be gone a week at a time.”
She bit her nails into his skin, showing she wasn’t happy with his answer.
Grinning, he tugged his wrists away to lift her up until she was looking down at him. Then he flashed her a wolfish smile. “How could I forget you? You’re the one that better not forget about me. You’re only going to be cake testing with me.”
“You promise?” Running her hands through his damp hair, her eyes burned down into his.
“I swear, babe. I swear.”
Chapter Ten
Gavin jokingly bumped Natasha’s hip with his as he maneuvered between her and Evie.
“I would have gotten that for you.” She playfully nudged him back with her own hip.
“No need. I’m a big boy; I can wait on myself.” Circling the necks of two bottles with his fingers, he hooked an arm around Natasha’s neck to kiss her cheek. “Thanks for offering,” he said before moving away.
Going back around the bar, he sauntered through the club, feeling like a million dollars now that everything was set up for him to leave and start building the factory. His life was settling neatly in place, his goals coming true, he couldn’t be happier. The Last Riders’ business was flourishing and he was going to marry a woman he loved. Being able to help people make their own dreams come true was a bonus.
Setting one of the beers down in front of Rider, he sat in the empty chair beside him and took a drink while picking up the cards he’d been dealt while gone. “Anything happen while I was away?”