by Hope Ford
His lips lift at each corner. “Fuck yeah, I want you.”
Relief hits me, and it hits me hard. But instead of dwelling in it, I put my hands on his chest. “I want you too.”
He pulls his shirt up and drops it to the floor. I run my hands across his hard chest, through the soft smattering of hair and try to trace all the tattoos across his hard pecs. He stops me, grabbing on to my hands. “I want to taste you. Ever since I heard you come last night, that’s all I’ve thought about. I want to make you come on my tongue.”
My hips jerk uncontrollably at his words. He pushes me, and when the back of my knees hit the bed, I fall onto the mattress with a bounce. His hands cup my breasts, kneading them and rolling my hard peaks between his fingers. I groan because even though I’ve imagined it, actually feeling it is ten times better.
He puts his hands on my thighs and lowers himself between my legs. His gaze is right on my core, and I suck in a deep breath as his beard scrapes against my inner thigh. I clench the covers in my hands, trying to prepare myself for what’s about to come but knowing that no matter what, I’m not ever going to be truly ready.
The first touch of his tongue on me has my hips jerking. He smiles, no doubt enjoying how much control he has over me. His arm comes up, and he holds it over my hips. With a smirk, he says, “You can’t escape me now, Addi. You’re mine for the taking.”
And with that, he devours me. Licks me from my hole to the tiny nerves of my clit. He doesn’t stop until I’m lifting my hips, and my hand is on the back of his head, holding him to me. He gives me no mercy, and when I’m begging for relief, for him to let me come, he finally does, with his fingers pulsing in and out of me and his tongue working magic on my fully engorged clit.
I come, screaming his name as my body flexes tight, and I can feel every muscle in my body pull and stretch. When I think it’s over, he does it again, pulling another orgasm from me, this one even more devastating than the first.
He laps at me, sucking my juices before he pulls back and is licking his lips.
Standing up, he takes off his pants and lines himself at my center. “I would never do anything to hurt you. Do you believe me?”
I nod, because looking at him now, he looks as if he would die before he would let anything hurt me. I’ve never had anyone look at me with such longing and passion in their eyes, and I get lost in it.
He pushes in, his cock filling me up until I’m so full I start to slide up the bed. But he stops me with his hands to my hips. “Feel me, baby. I’m so hard, and it’s all for you.”
And he starts to thrust. In and out he moves inside me, and I lift my legs and wrap them around his waist, pulling him in even deeper. Every drive of his hips brings me closer and closer to another climax.
“Come with me, Addi. I need to feel you sucking me.” He groans, and I do as he asks. I come, my body jerking, and I bear down on him until he can barely move in and out of me. His body jerks, and he pulls out, his cum hitting my belly. Both of us watch as rope after rope expels from his manhood, and when he’s done, he rubs his hand through it, massaging it into my skin. “I’m marking you, baby. You’re mine. The next time, I’m marking your womb because that’s mine too.”
I should probably be offended, but honestly his words, hot and dirty, make my pussy clench at the thought.
Ice
Once is not going to be enough. My dick is still wet from being inside her, but I’m not even going to clean myself off. I want her on me.
She tries to cover herself, and I put a stop to that shit. I’m about to make a new rule that if it’s just us, I want her naked, her legs parted and her showing me her pretty pink cunt any time I want to see it.
My dick is already hardening between my legs, and I want her again. But I need her to know this is more than sex.
I’m lying next to her, my arms wrapped around her, and I do my best to ignore my hungry cock. “Want to go get something to eat?”
She curls into me. “I’d rather stay here and do that again.”
“Fuck baby, I like hearing that. But I need to at least feed you. Stay right here.”
I force myself out of bed and go to the kitchen to make sandwiches real quick. I make trips between the kitchen and the bedroom until I have sandwiches, chips, cookies and drinks all set up on the nightstand beside her. She’s pulled my T-shirt off the floor and covered her body, but I can’t complain. Even if I prefer her naked, I like seeing her in my shirt.
We eat and talk. She tells me about teaching and how she loves kids. I tell her about the military and the shop and how I’d love our kids. She just rolls her eyes like she doesn’t believe me, but I don’t care. I’ll prove it to her.
“So I had fun tonight, but I should probably get home.”
I reach across the bed and put my hand on her thigh. “You’re not leaving yet...”
“Ice, I think, well, this was fun. Really. But tomorrow’s a whole new day, and I think it’s best I get out of here.”
I tense up at her words, but I still don’t release her. “So what? You wanted to get dirty with the biker? Is that what this is about?”
She looks surprised. “What are you talking about?”
“I mean, you’re a sweet woman that probably never crosses over to this side. Did you want a dirty secret?” I try to play it off, like it doesn’t matter to me, but it does. I know we’re different. But it doesn’t matter to me because I’ve already decided that she’s going to be mine.
She’s shaking her head, side to side, her eyes wide. “I’m not like that... I can’t believe you think I’m like that.”
“Then why are you leaving?”
“Because I don’t want to overstay my welcome. We’re done, right? We had sex.” And she even whispers the word sex like she’s not accustomed to saying it out loud. I’d laugh if I didn’t know how important this conversation is.
“Yeah, honey, we made love. But I don’t want you to leave. I want you to stay the night.”
Hope flares in her eyes, and she starts to say something but stops.
“What is it? What were you going to say?”
“Look at you,” she says, pointing at me.
I try not to take offense, but there’s a little bit of bitterness in my voice when I ask, “What about me?”
She rolls her eyes then. “You could literally have any woman you want. C’mon, Ice. You know it. You’re perfect. You’re hot. You’re in a biker club. You’ve got all those tattoos. You’re smart and possessive and demanding and bossy. You’re like the whole package.”
Still not understanding, I look at her, trying to figure it out.
Her face turns red, but she continues, “I’m your exact opposite. Well, I’m smart... but I’m fat, I’m more of a nerd...”
But before she can get another word, I’ve pulled her to me as I fall backward on the bed and pull her over top of me. “You’re not fat. Don’t say that.”
Her hands go to my shoulders, and she tries to push off me, but my hands are cupping her ass, keeping her right where she’s at. “I am fat. I’m just stating facts. I’m not upset about it or anything.”
I pull her in and tuck her against my groin. I know it’s crude, but I don’t care. My cock is hard in my shorts, and it’s all because of her. “I think you’re perfect, Addi. You’re everything I want.”
I lift my hips and push further into her. “Don’t give up on me when we’re just getting started.”
It takes a little more convincing, but I finally convince her to stay. And after another two orgasms, I doubt she regrets it.
I know I’m right. She’s definitely the one, and nothing’s going to stop me from making her mine. Not now, Not ever.
6
Addison
I wake with a jolt and stare around the room. It hits me suddenly that I’m in Ice’s bed, and it’s his warm body that is plastered to my back side. I close my eyes tight, images of last night moving through my head. I did more with Ice last night than I’
ve ever been comfortable doing before. He destroyed all of my inhibitions until I felt completely wanton and acted like a hussy. I can feel my face heat at all the sexual positions he had me in.
I reach for my phone on the edge of the nightstand and it’s almost five a.m., just a few minutes before my phone alarm is set to go off. I open the alarm app and cancel it before pulling myself to the edge of the bed as easily as I can.
As I move to get up, I can feel in every muscle of my body exactly what I did last night. I’m sore in places I didn’t even know I could be sore in.
I take a minute to stare down at him, trying to commit him to memory. I know who I am. I’m the fat girl, the one that gets the broken heart in the end, and I’m not going to let it happen this time. Ice is not something I can recover from. So instead of waiting for him to walk away, I’m going to be the one doing the walking.
I gather my clothes that are strewn all across the floor, and with one last look at Ice, I get dressed in the living room, sneak out the door, and tiptoe down the steps into his shop. Luckily, there’s no one around at this time of the morning. I walk out the door, making sure to lock it on my way out and immediately see Patriot, who’s parked next to my car.
I can feel the heat rush through my body. I’m not embarrassed by what I did with Ice, but there’s definitely a tinge of the walk of shame when his buddy is sitting on his bike, smirking at me. He doesn’t say a thing to me, just nods. I tell him good morning and get into my car. I don’t even attempt to tell him not to follow me. I completely forgot about telling Ice to stop having Patriot follow me.
As soon as I’m home, I shower, dress, and wrap a scarf around my neck to hide all the marks on my flesh from our lovemaking. Even though its been unseasonably warm, no one will think anything of me wearing a scarf around my neck. Ice left marks on me like he wanted the world to know I was taken, and just thinking that way causes me to tremble.
I carry out a chocolate chip muffin for Patriot, and he follows me to school. I really need to talk to Ice about that. I hate wasting Patriot’s time.
I no sooner get my things put away in my classroom than I head outside to work my shift in the car line. I’m waving at parents and opening doors for the younger kids when I hear a motorcycle way before I see it. My stomach tightens into knots, wondering if it can be Ice. Surely not. When I left, he was sound asleep, and he said he had a big project today.
But the next thing I know it’s him, pulling through the line and stopping in the very front row of a parking spot. He turns off the bike but doesn’t attempt to get off. He just sits there and stares at me.
Another teacher, Janice, who is working the line with me, walks up to me. “See him? I wonder if I should let the principal know. I’ve never seen him here before.”
Already, I’m shaking my head. “Uh, no, he’s with me.”
I can feel his gaze burning a hole in me, but I keep opening car doors and saying hello to the kids like I don’t even see him.
Janice nudges me in the side. She’s talking to me in a hushed excited voice. “Sis, you better go see what he wants. Looks to me if you don’t go over there soon he’s going to come for you, and he doesn’t look like he’s going to be just satisfied with just talking.”
I lift my head and look at Ice, and she’s right. He looks hot… and a little bothered. He’s probably mad that I walked out on him. I bet he’s never had a woman get willingly out of his bed in his life. And even though I did it, I did it only for self preservation.
“Can you cover for me?” I ask Janice.
She’s already nodding her head and pushing me toward Ice. Janice has been married for twenty years and she seems a little excited that I have a man that’s showing some interest in me.
I walk across the lot and don’t stop until I’m next to him.
I put my hands in the front pockets of my dress pants. “What are you doing here, Ice?”
“You should call me James.”
I cross my arms over my chest. “I thought people are supposed to call you Ice.”
He swings his leg over and crosses his ankles in front of him as he sits on the edge of the seat. “I got that name because I’ve always been cool and calm under pressure. Nothing ever fazes me. But when I found you out of my bed and gone this morning, I discovered that I’m anything but calm and cool when it comes to you. So yeah, you should call me James.”
I shake my head. “James…”
I barely get his name out before he’s grabbing on to my hips and pulling me toward him. I’m sure Janice and everyone else is watching us. I’m sure I’ll be the main topic of gossip around the water cooler and in the teachers’ lounge, but I can’t seem to make myself care. “Why’d you leave?”
I shrug my shoulders and look over his shoulder because I’m not strong enough to look in his eyes and hold it together. “I thought we were done.”
He grunts, a sound that I’m starting to love. Any time he does it, I swear it’s like I can feel it vibrate between my legs. “We’re nowhere close to being done. If anything we’re just getting started.”
I shake my head, trying to force myself to be reasonable and not fall for him any more than I already have. “James, the day I met you, another woman was grinding in your lap. I met you in a place called the Pussy Parlor. I have the worst taste in men. I’ve been hurt before, but you, well, you could annihilate me.”
He puts his hands on each side of my face. He forces me to look at him, and I get lost in his eyes. It’s just him and me right now. That’s all that matters. “I won’t hurt you. It’s been so hard for me to trust anyone, and I never get close. I was engaged once.”
He stops at my stunned look.
“Yeah, I was engaged. She left me when I was on my third tour in Afghanistan. I found out in an email that she’d met someone else. So yeah, I don’t trust people. Ever! I’m forty-five and set in my ways. But you changed all that, baby. Now all I can think about is you.”
“I’m so sorry...”
But he’s already shaking his head. “She doesn’t mean anything, Addi. I only told you because I wanted you to know. I don’t want there to be secrets between us. I told you because I want more of last night.”
I shake my head, unwilling or unable to believe what he’s saying. “That’s just lust.”
He pulls me in and sets his forehead against mine. He takes a deep breath. “That’s love, Addi. I want you in my bed, in my life, I want it all. Fuck, I’ll even give you the fuckin’ white picket fence if that’s what you want.”
I slide my hands up his chest, wanting to believe what he’s saying but scared to. “You love me? That’s crazy talk. You met me two days ago.” I hate it, but my voice is laced with doubt.
“Yes,” he grunts. He opens his mouth to say something else, but the bell inside the school rings, alerting me that first period is about to start. I have sixteen kindergartners in my class, and I can’t leave them unattended.
“I have to go,” I tell him.
“Addi,” he starts.
I pull from his arms. “I can’t do this right now, James.”
He looks almost desperate. “Come and see me after school.”
“I have bus duty,” I tell him, as if that’s an excuse.
“I don’t care. We need to talk.”
I nod my head. He’s right. I know he’s right.
“I know you’re thinking this is a joke or it’s too fast or whatever. It’s not, baby. One way or another, you’re mine. I’m not letting you go, not without a fight.”
I want to believe him, but there’s something holding me back. “I’ll be there around four-thirty or five.”
He pulls me in and kisses me on the forehead, “I’ll be waiting for you.”
I turn then and walk toward the school building. I don’t even turn around because I know he’s just sitting there watching me, and one look would be all it would take for me to toss any self-preservation out the window and run back to his arms.
Ice
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The whole day I’ve been a mess. My painting skills are shit, heck I’m struggling even taping off the parts to prepare to paint. I spend most of the day pacing back and forth in my paint booth, wondering if Addison is going to show up this evening like she said she would.
It doesn’t matter. Even if she doesn’t, I’m going to her, but fuck, it would be so much better if she trusted me just a little and came to me. But I’ll track her ass down if I need to. I know she wants a future with me. No two people can make love like we did and not know there’s a future for them. Somehow, I just have to convince her.
Four-thirty comes, and I’m sitting on the front stoop of the shop. Ranger and Gage have already given me shit, saying I’m pussy whipped and everything else, but I don’t care. Nothing matters now except for Addi.
At five o’clock, I’m a ball of nerves and watch as each car drives by the shop. At five-ten, I’m texting and calling her with no answer. I call Patriot, who’s supposed to be watching her, and he doesn’t answer either. It’s then I know there’s something up. Patriot never doesn’t answer. Ever.
I put a text out to my brothers in the MC to keep an eye out for Addi, and already they’re searching for her. The town of Valor is small, and I have no doubt my brothers will come through for me. The only question is how long can I sit here and wait doing nothing?
7
Addison
The whole day I went back and forth on everything Ice – I mean James—said to me this morning. But finally when it all came down to it, I knew that I had to give us a chance. I’m scared, and I wasn’t lying when I said he could annihilate me. There’s no doubt he could. I just have to trust that he won’t. It’s fast, it’s scary... but gosh I want it. I was able to swap bus duty with Janice, and she was more than willing and happy to do it when she found out I was meeting James.