"Babe, don’t you fuckin’ dare think any of that shit was your fault.  It was mine darlin’, plain and simple.  I shoulda left you alone but I couldn't fuckin' help myself.  Marriage had already gone bad and I saw you sittin' there, with a pair of great fuckin' tits, tappin' your chucks and bobbin' your head and singin' your heart out to fuckin' Zepplin.  And you looked so damn innocent and fuckin' sweet as hell, without a care in the fuckin' world except for right then, right there.  And I was so fuckin' jealous, would've given an arm and a leg to have life be that simple again.  And then that little shit head showed up and I knew he fuckin' worshipped you and then I heard that shit he said to you and knew wasn't nothin' gonna make that boy back off until he got inside your sweet pussy and so I kissed you babe, cuz I was selfish, I wanted to taste that fuckin’ sweetness before he took it all.

"And babe, when I kissed you and you kissed me back, not knowing what the fuck you were doin' but doin' it anyway, not carin', just feelin', I fuckin' lost myself in that kiss.  Couldn’t remember ever losin' myself in a kiss until then.

"That fuckin' kiss, Eva, has gotten me through some pretty bad nights.  That fuckin' kiss reminds me that life ain't all bad.

"As for what happened in that alleyway, you’re old man never found out about it. But even if he had and he’d buried me I wouldn’t have fuckin’ cared cuz when it comes to you darlin’ I got no fuckin' sense.  You fuckin' pull me in until you're all I can fuckin' see and suddenly I can't fuckin' breathe but I don't care cuz, you babe, you're you, and I ain't never met anyone as fuckin' perfect as you.  And knowin' you gave me your first kiss and then you gave me that sweet pussy first, knowin' that I got that and no one else can ever have it cuz its fuckin' mine, fuck Eva, there ain't a day that goes by that I don't think 'bout that, 'bout you, and how much I fuckin' wish shit was different.

"And that’s the God's honest truth, darlin' and I wouldn’t change a fuckin’ thing ‘cept for you being in so deep with the Demon’s and me being a Horsemen and me being fuckin’ married to the biggest fuckin’ cunt on the planet and your old man being who he is.  Take all that shit away and you’d be on the back of my bike and in my fuckin’ bed.  And you wouldn’t be leavin’ and I wouldn’t be walkin’ away from you ever again.

“Now woman, you need to start doin’ what you came here to do or I’m gonna do it for you.”

☼☼☼

I ran to him, wrapped my arms around his neck and buried my face in his chest.

“Missed you,” I whispered.  "So, so, much.”

"Babe, yeah," He said softly.  "Now you gonna give me that sweet fuck me mouth or do I need to take it?"

I went up on my tiptoes, he bent down, I took his mouth, and I took his tongue and I ate him alive.  Four years I had gone without him, without his mesmerizing eyes and his devastating grin and his perfect mouth and his perfect hands and his perfect body and his perfect cock.    Desire, slick and hot, heated my blood and pooled low in my belly.  I had so much time to make up for and it couldn't happen fast enough.

Frantically I pushed his cut down his shoulders.  Shrugging out of it, he tossed it aside.

Up went his tee shirt, over his head and across the room.  Mine was next; he yanked it up over my head and tossed it aside.   Then my breasts were in his hands and then in his mouth and I died a heavenly, happy death.  We tasted, touched, grabbed and gripped one another until it wasn’t enough anymore, not even close.

I released him, slid down his perfect body and onto my knees. After wrestling open his jeans I took him in my mouth, all of him and again I ate him alive.  His breathing hitched and his hands gripped a hold of my hair.  I clung to the backs of his thighs, digging my nails in, keeping myself steady when I otherwise would have collapsed under the heady sensations rippling through me.

I made love to him with my mouth in the same frantic, desperate way I have always kissed him.  I couldn’t stop, didn’t want to ever stop, I felt so alive, taking all I could as I gave all I had.  My mouth loved Deuce, my hands loved Deuce, my body loved Deuce.  Loved, loved, loved, loved…  I loved Deuce.

Loved.

“Baby,” He groaned, fisting my hair, pulling on it painfully.  “Fuuu-ck…me…”

He exploded and I took it all, whimpering desperate greedy little whimpers, already wanting more.  I wanted to own this man’s body, this man’s innate sexuality; I wanted to own this man.

I stared up at him through my wet lashes, trembling, my body quaking under the onslaught of need.  For him.

“Eva baby, fuck, do you know what you fuckin’ do to me?” He bent down to cup my cheeks and ran the pad of his thumbs over my fluttering eyelids.

“You make me insane,” I breathed.  God, he so did.

"Babe," He rasped, "Yeah."

Scooping me up, he carried me to his black leather couch and stripped me naked, divested himself of his jeans and bent me over the arm of the couch.  He settled himself between my legs, lifted my hips and leaned down over me.  His chest pressed against my head, his stomach rubbed against my back and his growing erection was pushing into me.

We were blessedly bared to one another.  We were skin on skin.

Your mother holds you skin on skin when you enter this world, feeds you with her own body; skin on skin.  Your father runs his fingers over your tear streaked cheek, presses his lips to your forehead; skin on skin.  You make love, skin on skin, with a man you love, a beautiful man.  And then, if you’re lucky, your own baby will enter this world and you’ll hold her, skin on skin.  Feed her with your own body, skin on skin.  It’s a magical thing.

Nothing compares.

"Gonna fuck you now baby."

"Yes please," I whispered.

He pushed inside of me and my breath caught.   He withdrew and pushed back in, this time harder, this time going further.  I whimpered.

"Babe,” He rasped.  “So goddamn tight.”

“Only you,” I breathed.  “No one else since you.”

He sucked in a breath.  “Christ, Eva.  What the fuck did I do to deserve you?”

"You're you," I whimpered.

He pulled out and again pushed in.  We both groaned.

"God damn your fuckin' body, so fuckin' hot baby."

He pulled out again and again pushed in a little further.  I pushed back trying to take him deeper.

"So fuckin' sweet and wantin’ an asshole like me."

His hips swiveled, grinding into me, causing me to moan.  He did this four more times before pulling away and thrusting roughly.  It was all I needed.  My body blossomed for him, stretched and spread, allowing him to seat himself fully inside of me.

"Not carin’ that I got shit to give you, you just wantin’ me for me and not the club and not the fuckin’ money, just straight up wantin’ me.”

He pulled out and slammed back inside of me.  I dug my fingernails deep into the leather and cried out.

“Fuck me,” He rasped, his hips pumping back and forth, in and out of me, excruciatingly slow. “You fuckin’ show up out of nowhere, lying, saying you were in the neighborhood and standin’ in my office wearing my old man’s tag, always wearing my old man’s tag and drop straight to your fuckin’ knees.”

He stilled and I squirmed until his fingertips bit painfully into the skin on my hips and held me still.  "You want it hard baby?” He whispered.  “Or you want it slow?”

"Hard,” I breathed.

"Yeah," He said gruffly.  "You want me to own you don't you baby?  You been waitin' for me to own you for a long time now, haven't you?"

Oh my god, my heart was going to explode; I wanted this man so bad.  I wanted him to own me. All of me.  Every. Single. Inch.

I shuddered with need, "Yes, Deuce."

"Sweet fuckin' girl," He rasped and thrusted hard and deep.

"Sweet and beautiful."  He thrust again, harder.

"Please," I moaned.  “More.”

He gripped my hips.  "Anything you want darlin'.  Anything you fuckin’ want."

“You,” I whispered.  “All I want is you.”

“Fuck,” He muttered.  “Fuck.”

Then he gave me everything I wanted and he gave it to me hard.

☼☼☼

Cradled in Deuce’s arms, I stared up at him with unfocused eyes, my sated body limp and heavy.  He ran his hand down the side of my face, down my neck, across my collarbone and over my breasts.

I arched my back pushing more of me into his hand.

"Fuck me," He muttered, thumbing my nipples, making them hard.  His other hand slid down my stomach and in between my hipbones where his fingers traced my indented abdomen.

"Know I don't deserve nothin' as sweet as you," He whispered darkly as his hand dipped in between my legs.  "Anything a man's gotta steal to have he don't deserve."

“You didn't steal this,” I breathed, writhing against his hand.  "I gave it."

His blue eyes glittered with amusement.  “Naïve, darlin'," He murmured.  "I stole you a long time ago.  Round the time you fuckin' stole me."

You fuckin' stole me.

He'd just said that.  He’d really, really, said that.

"I love you," I breathed into his mouth, overcome by sheer sensation and the larger than life force that was Deuce.

He went rigid and the pleasure induced fog I'd been floating around inside of instantly cleared.  Oh no.  Ohnononono.  I did not just say that.  There was no way he was going to understand what he meant to me.  I barely understood it; I just accepted that it just was.

"Wait…that's not what I meant," I stammered.   "I didn't… I don't…"

Deuce wasn't listening to me; he was moving me off of him, laying me down on my back, settling his hips between my thighs and pushing back inside of me.