“Brothers, you need to give her time to rest. When something urgent happens, if she is depleted in her energy, she may not be able to tell us. Back off, let her rest.”
Fuck, I’m talking to the dead and I can’t even see if they are here.
Cilla giggles, which grabs my attention, and she’s smiling with such glee that I can’t help but wonder what the hell is going on.
“Pyro went poof and disappeared. He heard you and left. That is cool. I’ve never seen that happen before.” Cilla gives me another smile, then changes the subject by asking where I’m sleeping tonight.
“It’s time I explained something to you.” I take a deep breath, settle my back against the headboard, and pull Cilla to me. She rests her head on my neck and shoulder while wrapping her arms around me. “When I told you to call me Mason, it meant I’ve claimed you as mine. That means my woman. I’ll be asking in church if anyone has any objection to you being my old lady. If they do, I’ll beat the fuck outta them until they agree.”
“You mean girlfriend?”
“No, by being my old lady, it means you are my wife in the eyes of the club.” I feel Cilla wriggle until she’s looking up at me. “It’s a good thing. You will have your own cut, which we call a property patch, and on the back, it will have the club’s logo and will sayProperty of Finger.”
“I’m not sure about being anyone’s property, Mason.”
I don’t really know how to explain the property thing so she can see it’s not property as in possession. “Hmm, okay, property of means you are mine, and if anyone touches you, they will have to answer to me. I will protect you against everyone andeverything that may threaten you. Except for the dead people, because let's face facts, I can’t do fuck all to them.”
“That’s true, but you know I can block them out when I really need to. But that in itself drains energy. My head gets tired, and I need quiet for that tiredness to disappear.”
“I can understand that having people talking to you all the time has to be tiring, annoying, and distracting. I don’t think I’d like it at all,” I say it with all sincerity. I really don’t think I’d be the best person to speak to dead people.
“I’m in this with you for the long haul, Cilla. I want to marry you, build a house here on the compound, have babies...”
“Babies, you want to have babies with me?” Cilla is sitting up now and turned to face me.
“Of course I want babies. More than one.”
Cilla has tears in her eyes and I’m thinking,Fuck, did I say something wrong?Does she not want children? Before I can ask, Cilla climbs over my thighs, grabs my face between her hands, and slams her mouth onto mine.
Holy shit, she can kiss. I thought our first kiss was something else, but our chemistry is strong, and I could kiss her all day long, every day.
Being an alpha type of male, I can’t help but take control of the kiss, and I taste every inch of her mouth. When she leans away from me, her eyes are glassy and her lips are pouting. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.
“We need to stop, or I’m going to be taking this and us to the next step, Cilla. I’m going to make you mine in all ways imaginable.”
“I’m okay with that, Mason. But I need a shower and an hour’s rest because my head is aching some,” Cilla kissesme gently before climbing from the bed and walking into the adjoining bathroom.
Glancing at the clock beside the bed, I see it’s 3:00 a.m. I must have fallen asleep while waiting for Cilla to finish in the shower. I’m still dressed and am more than a little hot. Cilla is lying beside me and she is tucked under my arm, nose in my neck, leg over the nearest thigh, and one of her arms thrown over my waist. A little like a spider monkey is my thought, which has me smirking to myself.
Squeezing out from under her took quite some time, but I managed it without waking her. I close the bathroom door behind me, use the toilet, and then strip off and take a quick shower.
Climbing back into bed, I can’t help but look at Cilla lying on her back, head to the side and lightly snoring. I smirk to myself because I am not even going to try resisting.
I kiss my way down her neck, which after a moment or two gains me a moan, which I have to say vibrates through me. Her eyes half open, and she gives a sexy as fuck grin. Her hands roam up my arms and shoulders, which are on either side of her as I have slid over the top of her.
Her fingers dig into my shoulders a little more before she tugs my hair a little at the bottom of my neck.
Arching into me, which is a silent plea for more. You can bet I meet her needs and show her how intense I can be. Our bodies meet each other and feels primal and intimate, although it is only skin against skin.
For this blissful moment, nothing in the world matters to me. The bedroom and Cilla are all I think and feel. The sense of our skin meeting is building our passion. The kiss has become breathing each other's breath, our taste and urgency combining.
This is not about just the merging of bodies, but of our souls, a connection so profound that promises us both forever. Something that has come so easily, but fiercely.
“Now, Mason...”
A beautiful sound to my soul and I position myself over Cilla and slide inside slowly, tenderly, and savor every inch. When Cilla urges me to move, wriggling and gripping my ass cheeks, I start to slide in and out with a gentle rhythm.
Grabbing my ass harder, I respond with a low groan that rumbles from my chest. I move slowly at first, rocking in a way designed to deepen our connection.