“How wet are you?” I demanded to know as I reached down and ran my finger through her pussy while keeping one hand firmly around her neck.

“I’m ready,” she said.

“No. I want you wetter. I want you fucking dripping for me.”

Her eyes flashed with desire and I began finger fucking her while circling her clit with my thumb. She closed her eyes, and I ordered, “Keep your eyes open. I want to see what my fingers do to you.”

While I kept fucking her with my finger, I let go of her neck and dipped my head so I could lick the skin along her collarbone. I just needed a taste and I had to force myself not to spend longer there, because I wanted to watch her eyes as she moved closer to her orgasm.

“Wrap your hand around my cock,” I commanded, and a moment later she began stroking me.

Fuck.

Her hand around me felt so fucking good.

“I’m not going to fuck you with my dick, Sophia. I’m going to make you come with my fingers, and then you’re going to get on your knees and suck my cock.”

I need to see her on her knees tonight.

My fingers worked harder and got her so fucking wet that it took every ounce of my self-control not to turn her around, bend her over, and fuck her. The need to have her every way I could overwhelmed me, and I knew we were in for a long night of sex. But first, I wanted my dick sucked.

Her eyes fluttered closed but she snapped them open straight away, and I knew she wasn’t far off coming. She looked so goddamn beautiful when she came – it was a sight I would never grow tired of. I watched her now as her mouth formed that perfect ‘O’, and her pussy contracted around my fingers, and I applied a little more pressure because I wanted her to scream out her release tonight.

Her hand around my dick squeezed me hard as she came, and a moment later, she screamed out my name, “Griff!”

Once her orgasm had worked through her, she knelt in front of me and took me into her mouth. Jesus Christ, her mouth was one of the best places to be. She took hold of the base of my cock and worked me with both her hand and her mouth. Her tongue slid over me, too, and fuck that felt amazing. I placed a hand on the back of her head and closed my eyes, letting go of all thoughts and letting the pleasure take over.

I was so far gone by the time she got my dick into her mouth that it didn’t take long for me to blow. Sophia swallowed everything I gave her, and then looked up at me as she licked her lips. She always licked her lips afterwards, as if she loved my cum and couldn’t get enough of it, and that turned me way the fuck on.

Reaching my hands under her arms, I pulled her up. “Fuck, baby, I think we need to start every day with a fucking blow job. Screw waiting until the end of the day for that.”

She grinned as she curled her arms around my neck. “Sounds good to me. You know how much I love having you in my mouth.”

I bent my mouth to her ear. “We’ll begin tomorrow.” Moving my face away from hers, I said, “Now, I’m going to clean you, and then you’re going to go and wait for me in my bed.”

She nodded as I reached for the soap and began lathering her body. I dedicated time to every inch of her and got her ready for me to fuck her when I’d finished in the shower.

As I watched her dry off and then walk out of the bathroom, my thoughts drifted back to today. And to the vote that was coming.

Fuck.

* * *

Sophia lay on my bed for me, naked, waiting. She turned to look at me as I entered, and I saw something in her eyes that I hadn’t seen in anyone’s eyes for a long time. Josie probably came close, but not to this degree.

Compassion.

Care.

Kindness.

It slammed into me and caused a wave of emotion I didn’t even realise I was feeling.

I raked my fingers through my hair as my emotions assaulted me. Thoughts I’d tried to bury long ago rushed forward and smacked me in the face. There was no escape, and I realised that for once, there was no way around, but rather only a way through.

I sat on the edge of the bed, facing away from her, and said, “I do shit you probably wouldn’t agree with, Sophia.”

She placed a hand on my back. “Like what? Can you give me an example?”

Turning to face her, I clenched my jaw before saying, “I killed the man who murdered my family ten years ago.”

Her eyes widened, and she looked like she’d been slapped. And then she gave me hope she could accept me for who I was. “Your family was murdered?” Not even a mention of the fact I had killed someone.

I nodded. “Yeah.”

I told her the story and she listened intently. When I’d finished, she scrambled into my lap and put her arms around me. “I’m so sorry, Griff,” she said, and I heard every drop of compassion in her voice. It was the kind of compassion that had been missing from my life for a long time – the kind of compassion I hadn’t even realised I needed.

“I do work for Storm that involves violence,” I admitted, needing her to know exactly who I was. If we were going to make this work, I needed to know she accepted everything about me.

She processed that, remaining silent for a few minutes. “Do you do it to help your club?”

“Yes. The only time I get violent is when I’m doing it to help either my club or someone I care about, but I do it, and I need you to know that.”

Nodding, she said, “I have no problem with that. Ever since I saw you beat that guy up who tried to steal a car, I’ve known you had that streak. It didn’t bother me then and it doesn’t bother me now.”