I return the kiss knowing that it’s probably another one of her tricks but too caught up in the moment to give a damn. I palm a tit over her tee, stroking her hardening nipple. Hazel can fake a lot of things but not her body’s reaction to me. To my touch. I should have a care with her considering the hell today has been, but I can’t deny how madly I want her. How deeply I’ve craved her for years. The promise of what might have been had life and circumstances not separated us.
I will have her.
She’s always been mine. Mind, body, and soul. My Honey Bee comes alive under my touch hot like a live wire. Moaning and panting, wanting more, curving into my touch. Running my fingers along her smooth legs, I tease where Hazel wants me the most, coming closer and closer to her cunt with every stroke, but never delivering.
Those sweet lips I remember all too well suck on my neck, teeth grating along my skin. Her free hand glides along my chest descending to my belt. I grasp her wrist. “Slow down.”
“I need to touch you, Beni,” my name leaves her mouth like a plea.
“This is about you, not me.” I bring her fingers to my lips, kissing and nipping every soft tip. Building the anticipation slowly I continue tracing different shapes along her body, mapping the contours of her curves. “Tell me what you want.” I tweak one of her nipples under her tee. Rolling the taut skin between my thumb and finger and repeating the motion with the other.
Her lips part but no words leave them. Only a barely audible whimper. I shove two fingers between them, curving them to her mouth like I would if they were inside her.
Suctioning her lips around my digits as I move them slowly in and out, against the seam, Hazel sucks them like she would my cock. Fuck me if I don’t wish she were.
Reading my thoughts she says, “free my other hand so I can take you in my mouth.”
“Don’t need your freedom for that.”
I trail my wet fingers down her throat to the black leather choker. “Do you know what seeing this on your neck does to me? What it means for me to have it there? Meant what I said. You belong to me, Hazel. I know I let you down before, but this time will be different. Nothing or no one will come between us again. I’d kill anyone who dares to attempt to take you from me again. Including you. I’d see you dead before I see you with anyone else. That’s how much you mean to me. That’s what being with you drives me to. So, any ideas you got about seducing me to get the keys to them cuffs, wipe it from your thoughts.”
“I wasn’t. That’s not what this is.”
“Think I don’t know you?”
I grab her between the legs. Her fucking panties are soaked. “Your pussy, along with the rest of you, all mine. Mine to tease. Mine to please.” I jerk the wet lace to the side and plunge two fingers inside her as she gasps.
“That what you need to set you straight?” I quicken my movements. Finger fucking her harder and faster as her walls clench tightly. Her thighs squeeze together as she bucks her hips.
I stop and she gives me a murderous glare. “Need to know something. Need you to be honest with me.”
“What’s that?” She wiggles seeking friction.
“How many men?”
“Excuse me?”
“Fucking heard me. Before I get in there with my mouth or my cock how many been there since me?”
“And you’re waiting till now to ask me this? How many women you stuck your dick in? How many pussies have you ate? You want to go there then let’s go there. You think because I take my clothes off for money, I’m a whore? That it? I’ve never fucked for money. And the fact that you thought so...tells me how you feel about me. Your fucking collar don’t mean shit to me or anyone else. But so you can sleep easy, I’ve been with three men who weren’t you. All of them wore condoms every time. The only one who never did was you.”
“Babe, I wasn’t trying to insult you. Fuck.”
“Now you know, and you can go fuck yourself or find Memphis for all I care.” She turns away from me in a huff.
“C’mon. Don’t be mad.” I wrap an arm around her, hugging her from behind.
“Get off me.”
I kiss her neck, sucking the tender skin hard enough to bruise. To mark her as mine. She shoves her ass into me. It has the opposite effect of the one she was aiming for. Her sweet ass pressed into my crotch rubbing up against my dick is more than I can take right now. I shove a hand in her panties and rub her clit while kissing her neck.
“Tell me to stop. Tell me you hate me.” I thrust a finger inside her slick heat. “Tell me to go to hell.” I wrap my other hand around her throat and squeeze lightly as she cries out.
“Ah. Ah.”
“Tell me,” I growl and bite her ear.
Her hips jerk, ass grinding against my erection. “If you stop, I’ll kill you,” she says breathily.
“You can try.” I grin and take away my hand.
“I hate you,” she shrieks.
“Tell me how you really feel.” I roll Hazel onto her back and jerk her panties down her legs before crawling between them to devour her.
“No.” Her knees press against my temples.
Ignoring her protests, I shove her legs open and flatten my tongue over her clit while giving her two fingers again.
“You can’t,” she pushes against my forehead with her free hand, but all this does is make me suck her pussy harder.
“Holy, stop. I can’t. You can’t.”
“I am and we are.” I continue to go down on her. Her soft and wet contracts around my fingers. Her taste coats my tongue.
Her protests die on a whimper that travels straight to the head of my dick where precum is already dribbling from the tip I want Hazel so damn bad.
Hips jerking, she rides my fingers and tongue until she comes.
“There’s a good girl,” I praise her.
Chapter Thirteen
Holy wipes his mouth on the hem of my shirt before rolling to my side to sprawl out in the bed. I stare at his many tattoos wondering if any of them have a special meaning or if he got them because he thought they made him look cool or tough. Like the pistol and skull on his right pec.
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Don’t you want me to...you know do you too?”
“Whiskey dick,” he mutters.
“Oh. So that means you can’t perform?”
“Weed and whiskey, babe. Good as I know your pussy’ll be wrapped around my dick, I know my limits. Won’t stay hard long enough to give you any real satisfaction. All I’ll manage to do is piss myself off and disappoint you.”
“Sounds like a challenge.”
“Get some sleep. We gotta haul ass to get back tomorrow. If I’m late Murder will have my balls.”
I turn on my side as best I can without pulling too hard on my cuffed wrist. “Murder?”
“Your uncle, that’s his road name.”
“You said he’s the prez, but the guy at the bar had a president patch. How does that work?”
“He’s the prez of this chapter. Best way to explain it is we all belong to Royal Bastards MC. The head honcho is Jameson. He’s the prez of the mother chapter, but other clubs in other cities have a prez that members answer to if they belong to that particular club. Murder, your uncle is the prez in West Virginia.”
Biker life is confusing. “So, he’s like your boss. But here the guy at the bar is in charge?”
“Yup.”
“What are you, like a headhunter or something?”
“Nope. I’m the chaplain.”
“So, you’re like their priest?” I laugh. The thought has me erupting in a fit of giggles. There is nothing pure about him. I can’t fathom it.
“Babe. Not really. I give counsel. One of the brothers is having an issue they come to me, and I advise them.”
“You’re their therapist?”
“Enough about club shit.”
I lick my lips. A different topic has my curiosity piqued. One thing I know about bikers is they are k
nown to keep a harem of slutty women. Women who are ready and willing to do whatever they are told. No questions asked. “Are you seeing anyone?” I phrase the inquiry as delicately as I can without being overly obvious.
“Looking at you right now.”
“Lame. If that’s a pickup line that was terrible. You know what I mean. Are you with anyone?”
“Nah.”
“What’s that mean?”
“Nothing serious.”
“Ah. There is someone then.”
“How about you stop running your mouth unless you’re going to wrap those lips around my dick.” He grins. I allow him the subject change, but it doesn’t ease my concerns.
“You said you have whiskey cock or whatever.”
“You’ve killed my buzz now. I think my ol’ buddy can be persuaded to perform with enough effort.”
“Your ol’ buddy. Really of all the things to call your dick that’s what you pick?” I roll my eyes.
He shrugs. “You’re old friends.”
“Oh my god. I can’t with you.”
“Any chance you’re going to shut up and suck my dick?”
“Seriously?” Ugh. Men.
“Good night, Hazel.” He chuckles.
“I can’t sleep like this. My hand is numb. At least I don’t know cuff me to you. That way I can at least move around and not lose all feeling in my arm please.”
He grunts, making an annoyed sound from deep in the back of his throat.
“Pretty please with strawberries and whip cream on top.” I pout. “Bennnniiii,” I drag his name out in a whiny tone.
“Fine.” He rolls out of bed and digs around in his jean pocket.
I should be focused on distracting him or getting him asleep so I can get his stupid key and get the fuck out of here.
If I were smart the moment he uncuffs me, I’d try to knock him out or take his gun. I know he is carrying one. Only there’s this part of me that wants to run away with him. See if we can start that beautiful life we always dreamed of. Lying in this bed, being with him, I’m terrified to hope for something good and yet terrified to lose him now that he’s back. I’m driving myself crazy.
I stare at him wondering how I didn’t pick up on his identity within five seconds of meeting him.
Holy and my Beni are the same person. The same tortured soul. The boy who loved me. Who promised me the world. The man offering to give it to me if I let down my guard and trust him to deliver. He has the scars to prove his loyalty. That it was me he was devoted to. Me that he loved.
He stalks toward me shirtless and barefoot in only his jeans and the heavy silver diamond cross that hangs around his neck. Sexy, dominating, and damn him all to hell irresistible because I want him. He looms over me to remove the cuffs, and all I can think about is grabbing him by that damn cross and kissing him stupid. Sucking his cock so damn hard and deep that I’ll forever be the only woman he thinks of. Our connection, the attraction crackling between us is as strong as it ever was if not stronger now that we’re older. I keep trying to push him away out of fear of being hurt again.
I’ve built up this wall. A way of protecting myself by not needing anyone.
I have this fear of not being able to trust anyone. I second guess every choice I make.
I’d rather be alone than be abandoned again.
Only I can’t fight the way I feel under his gaze and his touch even though my instincts scream for me to run. Far and fast.
All this time has passed and yet here we are, hardly one day in of him in my life again and he’s rooted in my heart as though he never left.
The cuff releases and Holy brings my wrist to his lips, kissing the red, numb skin. “You going to behave?”
“I said I wouldn’t give you any more trouble.” I smirk and grab him by his belt buckle as I go to my knees. I want to lose control and do terrible, dirty, and beautiful things to this man. His body is about to be my wonderland. “Take these off.” I yank on the buckle and his jeans while licking my lips.
Holy caresses my cheek with one hand and holds my gaze while undoing his belt and pants one handed. I shove the denim down his thighs as his glorious cock juts out in my face. I ache to stroke, taste, and please him. To show him I’m sorry. To prove to him that he belongs to me. That no one could ever compare. We owe it to ourselves to explore whatever this is happening between us despite the strange circumstances that brought us back together.
I know he wants me.
I lick my palm and wrap it around the base of his thick, veiny length. A hiss passes through his lips. I want him moaning for me. I lick the tip before opening my mouth wider and accepting the intrusion of the bulbous head of his cock. I moan around him, stimulating his silken flesh with my tongue. He moves slowly, gliding his cock in and out of my mouth. “Eyes on mine. Wanna know you’re here with me. Don’t want your mind focused on anything but you and me. How soft and warm your mouth is. The taste of me on your tongue.”
He grabs the back of my neck holding me right where he wants me, increasing his pace, thrusting his hips faster going deeper to the back of my throat with every stroke.
I breathe out of my nose, tears forming in the creases of both eyes as I start to gag on him while he fucks my mouth.
“Fuck, Hazel. That’s it. Take me there. Fucking beautiful,” he praises.
I gag again as saliva gathers in my mouth only serving to make it easier for him to fuck my mouth faster and harder. I jerk my head, but he holds me steady refusing to give me a reprieve.
My lips burn to the point of going numb, but I don’t stop. I suck and lick, taking him fully. Tears stream down my cheeks. I’m determined to get him off this way. To be the one he thinks of when this is over because every good thing always comes to an end when you least expect them to. Salty, warm, and sticky Holy spurts down my throat. I’ve never swallowed for anyone but him.
“That’s my dirty girl.” Slow and methodical he eases out my mouth. The last of his cum dribbles from my lips and down my chin. He brushes the pearly beads away with the rough pad of his thumb.
A sated smile crosses his features.
He gives me a forehead kiss then releases me. “Let’s get some sleep.”
I settle on my side and Holy snuggles me from behind. “Sleeping the wrong way, Honey Bee.”
“Hmm?” I mumble as my eyelids flutter.
“Roll over. Legs wrapped around me, face buried in my neck, my hand over your heart.”
I can’t believe he remembers. It’s been so long ago I’ve nearly forgotten the routine myself.
The position we used to sleep in years ago whenever I’d crawl into his bed seeking the safety of his arms, trying to run from the demons that haunted my dreams. He’d hold me, stroking my hair, whispering about all the adventures we’d have. All the places we’d live. The food we’d eat. We were going to travel from town to town. City to city taking odd jobs before moving onto the next. In his arms I’d drift to sleep with visions of the life he promised.
There’s nothing left to do but give the man what he wants. I turn into him hooking a leg over his thigh, face shoved into his neck, and then as though we’ve slept this way all our lives his palm splays over my heart up under my shirt.
“Missed this,” he mutters. “Needed it,” he says, and I fall asleep with a smile on my face for the first time in what might be forever.
I don’t dream any dreams because right now I’m living in one. I’m in Beni’s arms and nothing has ever felt righter than this, than us. For tonight I let go. Everything I’ve ever wanted is within my grasp, all I have to do is reach out and hold on. His rugged and manly scent wraps around me. A sensation I haven’t experienced in so long fills me.
Unconditional love.
Chapter Fourteen
I’ve never felt freer than I do right now with Hazel’s arms around me. The cold air nipping my face as I ride. I wish it didn’t have to end. That I could keep riding. Keep chasing this freedom that exists only on the open road.
Nothing like it. If today was about anyone else I’d consider blowing them off, but Prez has waited far too long for today. I don’t want to share Hazel with anyone. Not her family. Not the club. Just got her back and I’m never letting her go. I pull up to the clubhouse and cut the engine.
I climb off and Hazel has a deer caught in the headlights expression on her face as she gets off as well.
“We’re here. Time to do this.”
My woman looks ready to vomit all over the parking lot. Her face has lost all coloring and gone completely pale. Not good, but there’s no time to deal with her reservations.
“I’m not ready to meet her. I’m sorry. I know you have a loyalty to your club, but she didn’t want me.”
“I gotta get in there. Can we discuss it later?” The moment the words leave my lips I know I sound like an unsympathetic ass.
“Look at me. I’m not dressed for a wedding.” She runs a hand over her worn jeans and faded tee. Her long, sun kissed hair is wild from the ride, streaked with blonde highlights and tangled, but she looks damn sexy.
“Trust me. No one in there will care what you’re wearing. All they care about is that you’re here. That’s it.”
“Holy?” I turn at the sound of Joanie.
Fuck. Forgot I invited her. “Now isn’t a good time.”
“I...” her bottom lip trembles.
Shit. I’ve really stuck my foot in it this time. Knee deep in it.
“Nothing too serious,” Hazel notes. “Meeting your girlfriend on technically our first date is bad form. No way to impress a girl. Especially one you’re trying to fuck.”
“Not what you think. And you know I want more than to fuck you.” She loves pressing my damn buttons. My palm twitches to spank her here and now. Our audience be damned.
Joanie, dressed to the fucking nines in a black strapless dress that probably costs more than my rent stares at Hazel wide eyed, and her hand moves to her throat. “You collared her,” she whispers with a mascara-stained tear rolling down her cheek.
Fucking hell. “I don’t want to be a dick, but yeah. Joanie, this is Hazel. Hazel. Joanie.”
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