His large palms slid slowly up the sides of my waist, feeling the heat of my skin through the thin cotton fabric of the tank top, before moving higher to completely cup the soft weight of my breasts. His thick thumbs began to brush in slow, deliberate circles over my n*****s until they peaked under his touch. I let out a soft, trembling gasp of pleasure, my eyes fluttering shut as I leaned my weight fully back into his solid, protective warmth. Even after all the days we had spent together, and even with all the doubts floating around my brain, his physical touch still had the power to make my knees go completely weak and shaky.
“Stone...” I whispered out, my voice sounding incredibly uneven and small in the quiet room. “The club run is in three days. Everyone in the brotherhood is going
