Instead, I pull out completely. I hadn't planned this, but Katie is different. I slap her ass hard. "Get up," I command. She looks back at me, her face a mixture of disbelief and anger. She gets up, though, and for being such a good girl, she deserves a reward.

I lay down on the bed, then look at her. "Climb up here, sweetness, and ride my face."

"Just when I was about to scream at you, you show me you are smarter than I give you credit for," she mumbles, wasting no time in doing as ordered.

"Be careful of your leg."

"I got it," she says, and I can tell she doesn't like that I know her weakness. She suspends herself over my face. I look up at that beautiful, drenched cunt. All mine for the taking. I grab her hips and bring her down further, diving my tongue through her folds. Her clit is swelled so fucking big, already demanding attention, and since we're short on time, I give it exactly what it wants. I latch onto it, sucking it hard against the roof of my mouth, then releasing to lick and torture it with my tongue. I do this harder and harder, shaking my head and pulling on her clit as relentlessly as I can. Katie starts riding on my face, her hips moving in an eager and fast-paced rhythm. I reach behind her and find her ass. Her movements falter as my finger searches and finds entry. I don't stop until her ass has completely swallowed my finger. Then I finger-fuck it while still eating her juicy cunt. I wait until her pace is steady again and she's completely lost to the rhythm we've started before I add my second finger.

"What are you doing to me?" she cries out, nearly breaking my fingers because she bares down on them so hard. It's all she needed though to completely throw her over the edge. My fingers fuck her ass hard while her cum smothers my face. I fuck her over and over, my fingers sliding through her tight channel and stretching it apart, widening her ass for me while bringing her a sting of pain and enough pleasure that her whole body is shaking. "I'm coming. Oh, God, Hunter, I'm coming..." she tells me unnecessarily. I know because her cum is covering my tongue and running down my face. She tries to lift off of me, but I don't let her. I keep her right where she is until she comes again. Only when her second orgasm hits its peak do I finally allow my tongue to slow down, nuzzling her pussy, allowing her to ride it out and calm down. I keep my fingers inside her ass, though, no longer fucking her but keeping them inside the channel and pulling the fingers apart forwards and backwards while widening her tight opening to get her ready for the next step, and ultimately, my cock.

When she's done, she slumps down against my stomach. Her head is near my cock and the fucker is killing me, wanting out to play. Now is not the time for that, though. I maneuver out from under her, smiling at how exhausted she looks. It's enough temptation not to go out tonight, to just keep her here and fuck her a hundred different ways until she's unconscious from the pleasure. But I have other fun to introduce little Katie to tonight.

I get the plug and lube from earlier and settle down behind her. I pull her lower body onto my lap, grateful she pulled her panties off when she straddled my face. She won't be needing those again. Katie's eyes are still closed and she's humming. Damn, maybe I already fucked her unconscious. I lube the small plug and then drag my fingers through her pussy and back to her ass again.

"I can't, Hunter," she whimpers. "Let me recover first."

I smile. Looks like I'm going to have to work on Katie's stamina, too.

"I need this, sweetness. Just lie still," I tell her. My answer is another hum, and shit, has a woman ever made me smile this much during sex? Never. It's always been about the act. This is different. Katie... is different. But then, I determined that earlier, didn't I?

Content that her ass is as lubed and wet as I can get it, and the plug is covered too, I slowly begin pushing it inside.

"Fuck!" Katie hisses.

I hold her still by her lower back and push the plug in further. It's only gone in about halfway when I notice Katie gripping the sheets.

"Breathe in and out slowly, sweetness. Just relax."

"Easy for you to say," she huffs. "I'm not trying to split you in two." But she starts breathing in and out, as told.

"This is just a small plug, baby. We're going to work you up to my cock. I don't want to hurt you. I only want to make you feel good."

"Small?" she squeaks as I push the plug into place, seating it inside of her. Just the sight of it is demanding I roll her over and fuck her while it's inside.

I don't, though. That would end the plans I have for tonight. Instead, I place two gentle kisses on each of her cheeks.

"Good girl. Now, it's time to get ready to go out. Oh, and no underwear," I tell her, getting up and going to the bathroom to wash up.

"What?"

"You heard me, sweetness."

"I can't go like this!"

"You can and you will," I tell her, coming back out and throwing on a shirt.

"I smell like sex. At least let me put on-"

"Not happening. Get up from there and go brush your hair. I kind of messed it up."

"I have to wear panties! What if this thing falls out? What if they... smell me?"

I stop myself from laughing-just barely.

"Trust me, sweetness, that plug isn't going anywhere. As for smelling you, if they do, they'll just wish they were me. Besides, trust me, before the night is over, you won't give a damn."

"How did I not know how sadistic you are?" she grumbles, getting up to fix her hair. She stops after taking two steps. "Oh, shit..." Her startled eyes go to mine.

"You're in for a long night, sweetness," I tell her, and this time, I don't stop the laugh.

Let the games begin.

"I can't believe you didn't tell me you were meeting friends tonight," I mumble in Torch's ear.

The way he had me dressed, I thought we were going out dancing and drinking. Nope. We're in the middle of a steakhouse in a corner booth eating steak and drinking beers. Which would be okay, fine even, except we're sitting across from a large man named Drake-and by large, I mean if he was painted green, he could double for the Hulk. Drake has his arm over the booth and has a bitch-faced redhead pulled up next to him. Her name is Angie, which should be noted rhymes with "gag me". Okay, maybe not completely, but close enough.

"You didn't ask," he says, squeezing my leg. "You want another beer?"

"No. If I keep drinking, I'm liable to slap that look off Angie's face."

Torch addresses the table. "I think I'm going to take my girl out on the floor for a dance." Then, he pulls me from the seat. My hand goes desperately to my dress, trying to pull the small fabric down so I don't flash the entire free world. I know I'm blushing when I look up to find Drake grinning at me.

"Can't say I blame you," he mutters, his eyes roving over me appreciatively. I don't know what kind of relationship Drake and gag-me have, but apparently it's quite open.

I look away, not wanting to encourage him. I have one too many men on my hands at the moment as it is. I walk carefully behind Torch, constantly reminded that there's a plug inside of me. Every step I make is like mini-torture. I've been wet since before we left the hotel room and walking just makes me wetter. I might as well announce to the room that I'm ready to be fucked. The insides of my thighs are coated in my wetness. It pisses me off as much as it excites me. I should make him lick it up, right here in front of everyone. He's obviously into that kind of thing. Too bad I'm not.

"Not enjoying yourself, sweetness?"

"I would if gag-me would quit staring at you like you're fresh meat on the grill. Doesn't Drake realize what a ho-bag he's with?"

Torch throws his head back laughing. My heart squeezes; I love seeing him happy and laughing. Hell, if I'm going to be honest, I also love being the cause.

"I don't think he sees what a bitch he's with," he admits. "Drake's a good man. I served with him overseas, but he's pretty damned clueless about Angie. She's good in bed, and Drake is letting his dick think for him. He'll wise up eventually."

"What do you mean 'she's good in bed'? You've slept with her?"

"How do you think Drake met her?"

"Hell, I don't get you men. But you're definitely going back to using condoms," I grumble. "I may have to completely cut you off. No wonder gag-me is looking at you like she could eat you alive. She's already had her claws in you."

"Hell no. No more condoms and definitely not cutting me off. Angie may have had my cock once, but that's all she's had. You, on the other hand...."

"Me?" I ask, unable to hide the wince when I stumble.

"Shit, sweetness. Is it your leg?"

"I'm okay," I tell him, but am unable to keep the pain out of my voice.

"Why the fuck didn't you wear your boots?"

"They don't go with this dress, and I wanted to look nice for you, Hunter." I shift my legs to try and keep the cramp from moving up my calf.

I was distracted. I didn't realize how much I was giving away. I want to instantly grab the words back, but when I look into Torch's eyes, I can't. His eyes are glowing with emotion, the likes of which I don't think I've seen because I can't name it. His hands come to my legs and he pulls me up on his body. My hands were linked behind his neck while we danced, so I tighten up my hold to keep from falling.

"What are you doing?" I ask, looking around. "People are watching! Put me down!"

"Fuck them. I'm holding my woman the way I want so I can enjoy dancing with her without worrying she's in pain."

I freeze. His woman? Worrying about me? What's going on between us, and why do his words make me want to cry? Still...

"Hunter, you forget, I'm not wearing underwear!" I hiss, trying to pull away from him.

"I didn't forget. I plan on enjoying that fact later." He grins, and that's worrisome in and of itself.

"What if they see? What if that thing..."

"Plug?"

"What if it falls out?"

His head dives down into the side of my neck where it meets the shoulder. His beard is so soft and it scratches against my neck, adding yet another layer of excitement to the way his tongue licks against the pulse of my neck. His lips ever so slowly move up my neck to my ear.

"I told you, sweetness. It's going nowhere. It will stay right there. In fact, when we leave here..." he whispers, his tongue sliding around the shell of my ear. His teeth capture the lobe and gently start to gnaw.

"Yes?" I ask, my body already on fire for him. Hell, I'm probably leaving a wet spot on his clothes.

"When we leave here," he repeats, still torturing my ear and sending hot sensations of need through my body, "I'm going to lay you down, and I'm going to slide my cock into your wet little pussy... and it will stay right there."

"Jesus."

"It will be like having two cocks inside of you at the same time, my naughty little Katie. You'll feel so full while I'm fucking you, you'll think your body is going to explode."

"Hunter..." I whimper needing him to stop teasing me with his words. "Let's go now," I beg.

"Anticipation, Katie. Trust me. It will be more than worth the wait," he assures me, carrying me back to the table.

"If you take me home now, I'll suck your cock all the way down my throat. You can even pull out and come all over my face, just like you've been dying to do."

"How do you know I've been wanting that?" he asks, pulling back to look at me.

"Because I'm not the only dirty one in this relationship, Hunter," I tell him with a smile, just as we make it back to the table with him carefully helping me stand on my legs.

He kisses me gently. "Later," he promises against my lips.

I hope I can wait for later.

"Can't you walk?" Angie's hateful voice hits us the minute we get settled back in our seats.

"I..." Katie starts, but I interrupt her.

"I hurt Katie's leg when we were house shopping."

"House shopping?" Angie repeats while Katie's hands bite into my leg. "But you live at the club?"

"Yes, but now that I have Katie, that has to change," I tell Angie, turning to look at Katie. Her eyes are wide, and I see the fear there, but I also see something else. I bring my hand to the side of her face, pulling her eyes up to mine. "We can't live at the club when the babies come. I want room for them to play." I watch as Katie shifts nervously, her muscles tightening. "We'll need plenty of room because I want our kids to be close to their nieces and nephews."

"Hunter..." Katie says, her nails biting into my arm.

"What? You said you'd never settle down!" Angie hisses.

"That's was before I met Katie. She's special. Things change when you fall in love."

Katie's eyes go large, and I can see so many different things charging through her. I kiss her lips soundly, pushing my tongue into her mouth to claim her while my hand tilts her head to get a better angle. Katie doesn't join in at first, but then her tongue finds mine and they dance. The kiss is charged with emotion and unspoken words. She's afraid to believe what I'm saying, and I know later she'll write it off, but it's true. I understand now what I didn't before. I know why Skull fell so hard and fast for Beth. I know why Sabre and Latch are completely wrapped up in Annie. I understand it because Katie is my downfall. She's it. The one. Now, I just have to keep Skull from going of the deep end and fucking it all up, keep Katie from running in fear, and make her believe that I'll never hurt her. That should be simple enough.

I pull away from the kiss when I hear Drake.

"Damn man! Way to spring the news on a man! Congrats! I didn't even know you were seeing someone steady. I have to say though, you seem like a hell of a woman, Katie."

Katie clears her throat and looks back at me before smiling at Drake. "Thanks," she says, her voice hoarse and barely above a whisper. Her cheeks are red and her lips are swollen. Beautiful.

"Where are you from, Katie?" Drake asks as we start eating.

"Montana, originally. My sister and I moved out this way with our parents when we were small."

"What does your father think about you hooking up with Torch?"

"My father's dead," she answers bluntly. "I'm sure if he wasn't, though, he'd want to kill him. Luckily, that just makes Torch more attractive."

Drake laughs, making Katie smile with that look on her face that drives me wild.

"So you started dating Torch to get even with your father?" Angie asks.

Before I can answer that, Katie sets her beer down and looks over at Angie. The look in her eyes would be enough to make a smart woman back off. I don't think Angie's that smart, but it's kind of fun to watch Katie in action.

"No. I had an itch. He was handy, and then, well... I'm sure I don't have to explain to you how good Hunter is in bed." She stops to look at me. "Actually, have we ever made it to the bed except to sleep?" she asks so sweetly I want to tan her ass.

Drake laughs his ass off. Angie is pretty much speechless, which is good for her; she should definitely try to be that way more often. Me, I just want to grab my woman and fuck her right here on the table.

"We have. Though, if you can't remember, I'll do my best to jog your memory later."

"Yay. Something to look forward to," she says with a grin, popping a bite of steak in her mouth.

Yep. Definitely want to fuck her.

"Torch, old buddy, you have met your match."

"Tell me about it," I say back to Drake with a grin.