Spike (Iron Thunder MC Book 5)

by Kasey Krane

  “Hi!” she exclaimed. I poured some coffee into another mug and brought it over to her. She had no idea how difficult it had been for me to keep my hands off her while she slept.

  “Morning.”

  She took the mug from me and we stared at each other over our drinks as we drank in silence for a few moments.

  “You look like you regret it,” she said, lowering her mug.

  “Regret what?”

  “You know what I’m talking about,” she replied.

  “Sabrina, I don’t do anything I regret. I own up to all my actions, take responsibility for my decisions. If you’re talking about last night, then no, I don’t regret anything.”

  There was a smile tugging the corners of her mouth.

  “I don’t regret it either,” she added.

  “You should put some clothes on.”

  “Okay, but what are we going to do now?”

  “Go back to your place. You can’t stay here forever. You need to be in your home.”

  Her gaze hardened.

  “I don’t want to go back there.”

  She almost sounded like a child when she spoke now.

  “Your father will be expecting you there. Your housekeeper is there, other members of your father’s staff. If they see you’re missing, alarm bells are going to go off and he’s going to have other people look for you.”

  “Maybe I don’t want to be found, not by him.”

  “Whatever is going on with your father right now, whoever is threatening you, we need to get to the bottom of that shit first.”

  Sabrina glared at me, clutching the sheets up to her breasts tightly, and then with a flourish she released them so they fell down to the floor. Her breasts were in full view now. Every inch of her flawless naked torso.

  My cock hardened in my pants immediately. She did this on purpose. To tease me. To remind me what I’d be missing if we left the house now.

  A part of me wanted to lunge at her. Push her back. Pin her to the couch and keep her there so I could take her again. And again. Did we really need to leave now? Face the real world?

  She stood up and swayed her hips as she walked toward the bedroom. She knew I was watching her, and definitely knew what was going through my head too. At the door, she looked over her shoulder and caught me staring at her ass.

  “I want you to think about this all day,” she said. Her voice was sizzling. Her eyes were glowing.

  Then she went into the bedroom and I felt as if I needed a cold shower. This chick knew how to set me on fire.

  14

  Sabrina

  There were three guys in leather jackets on bikes patrolling the estate when we rode in. I knew instantly that they were from the same MC as Spike. When we got off the bike, I asked him.

  “Did you get your friends to watch my house?”

  Spike was looking around as if he was scanning the premises. He grabbed me by my elbow and started hurrying me inside the house.

  “Yeah, of course I did. Your house was broken into. Your life has been threatened.”

  Once we were inside the house, he locked the front door behind us. Cherie rushed into the hallway. She had heard us come in.

  “Ms. Wyndham!” she cried, sounding a little worried.

  “Hi, Cherie. Sorry if you’ve been looking for me. I got caught up with a few things.”

  “I went to clean your room this morning and you were missing. Your window was broken,” Cherie said nervously, looking at me and then at Spike. “I tried calling Mr. Jim but he didn’t answer his phone. Sorry, Miss, I didn’t know what to do.” She was kneading her fingers together.

  “Cherie, seriously, you don’t have to worry. It’s fine. I have Spike watching over me.”

  She nodded and looked at him.

  “Did you see or hear anything suspicious?” he asked her.

  “There are some men on bikes riding around the estate. They have been here all morning.”

  “Yeah, they are with me, did you see anyone else?”

  Cherie shook her head.

  I was trying not to worry so that Cherie wouldn’t get a fright, but in reality, I was worried too. Being back in this house gave me the chills. There was no warmth here. The rooms were too big. The ceiling was too high. There were too many expensive artworks on the walls.

  Especially now that I had been in places like Fifth Gear and in Spike’s apartment, I could sense the stark difference here. This was hardly a home, it was a museum. I didn’t even look forward to going to my bedroom.

  “I’m going to fix that window,” Spike said.

  “I can show you where the supplies are,” Cherie said and he nodded. Before he left to follow her down the hallway, he turned to me.

  “Are you going to be alright? We have eyes on the premises now. Nobody goes in or out without me finding out.”

  “Yeah, I’ll be fine,” I said and then watched him leave.

  He had no idea how it was physically painful for me to watch him go. We hadn’t been separated in so long that I missed him the moment he was out of view.

  I looked up at the winding stairs. Spike expected me to be in my bedroom. I could use a change of clothes! But I didn’t want to go up there. I just wanted to get on the bike and go back to Spike’s apartment instead.

  This life wasn’t for me anymore.

  I changed my clothes, but instead of dressing up, I dressed down. Being in my bedroom reminded me of that night. The first time I met Spike. The night I had tried to do my best to seduce him and he was unmoved. I couldn’t help but wondered what it was going to be like now. Would he still want to keep his distance now just because we were back in my father’s house?

  I took off my clothes and changed into a fresh set of lingerie. This was red, silk with trims of lace. It was sexy and flimsy, revealing most of my bare body, exactly the way I wanted to look for Spike.

  I waited in my walk-in closet for a while, then sat on my bed, listening out for every small sound outside my door.

  Then, when I heard the sound of his footsteps on the stairs, I went up to the door. Spike knocked once and was about to push open the door but I pushed back.

  “Sabrina? What the fuck?” I heard him growl. Just listening to the wildness of his voice made me bite down on my lip. Made me blush and want him.

  “This isn’t funny. I’m going to have to force my way in and you could get hurt,” he warned. I still pushed against the door. I was playing out a fantasy in my head.

  All Spike needed to do was throw himself against the door once and it flew open, making me stagger back with a gasp.

  Spike was on the other side, standing with his shoulders heaving.

  “What the fuck is going on with you, Sabrina?” he scolded.

  It took him a moment to focus on what I was wearing. Nothing but the red lingerie. He wanted me. I could see it in his eyes he wanted me. But just like the first night, he pulled himself back.

  “Seriously, what are you doing?” he growled. He stomped past me and got to the entrance of my closet, and pulled off the closest thing he could find. It was a silk scarf. He brought it over and threw it at me.

  “Cover yourself up,” he said, his voice was low and firm.

  “I’m pretty sure there is no point in doing that after everything you did to me last night.”

  Spike tilted his head to the side, his eyes roaming all over me, devouring me, sizing up my bra and panties, lingering on the curve of my hips.

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Sabrina. We just met for the first time today.”

  My eyes grew wide, and finally, I caught on to what Spike was saying. He was enacting his own fantasy, that matched mine exactly. We were going to relive an alternative history of how that first night would have panned out if we didn’t try and resist.

  A smile grew on my face.

  “And as a rule, I don’t have sex with strangers,” I said and Spike was smiling too.

  We jumped toward each other at the same time.
He caught me by my hips and spun me around as his mouth devoured mine. I imagined what it would have been like to be kissed by him like this for the first time on the night we met.

  “I spent the whole night thinking about you,” I whispered in his ear as he kissed my chin, down my neck. We tumbled down to the floor together. I was underneath him while he straddled me, pinning my hands down to the carpet.

  “You were right there outside my door and you didn’t want to touch me.”

  “You have no fuckin’ idea what I wanted to do to you that night,” he growled as he puts his fingers between my legs. In one swift motion, he pulled away my panties so he could touch me there. His thick, rough fingers on my clit were too hot to handle. I squirmed and wriggled underneath him, hungry for him and also wanting to break free.

  There was so much more I wanted to tell him.

  “I didn’t know what you wanted. You made me feel as if you didn’t even like me.”

  “No, I didn’t like you,” he said, staring right into my eyes as his fingers slipped slowly into me. My pussy opened up for him. Slippery, wet, hot. “But that doesn’t mean I didn’t want you. I was just trying to do my job and you made that very hard.” There was a smile curling on his face as he said the words. I jutted my hips up toward him while he thrust his fingers in and out of me with force. Deep inside. I could feel him moving, touching, feeling every hot inch inside me.

  “And what about now?” I asked, rolling my hips, arching my back so he could reach even deeper.

  “What about now?” he groaned, slamming his fingers into me in a way that was going to make me come.

  “Do you like me now?” I asked.

  Spike lowered himself toward me so that our lips were almost touching. I could feel his hot breath falling on my face. His fingers continued to move inside me. His thumb found my clit, circling and teasing.

  “What do you think, Sabrina?” he said and then stopped. I cried out. I wanted more. Why did he stop?

  “Not like this; you have to wait for me,” he said and started changing position. He wanted me as much as I wanted him.

  He took off his clothes first. All his clothes. I stared at him with my mouth open. Drooling for his body.

  I remained on the carpet while he positioned himself over me on the other side. He knelt behind my head, so his cock was above me. Right above my face.

  “Open your mouth and take me in,” he commanded and I did exactly what he said. His cock pushed into my mouth. I could feel him deep inside my throat. Then he started moving, stretching…till his hands found my clit again.

  Okay…like this…

  Nobody had ever fucked me like this, and I didn’t even know what I was doing. All I knew was that this felt good. This felt great. Spike’s hands on my clit while his cock was in my mouth. We were pushing each other to the edge, closer and closer till I started coming.

  My orgasm hit me out of nowhere, taking over my whole body. I had to pull away from him because I was shaking and shuddering, crying out with pleasure, begging him to keep going. Spike didn’t stop.

  He stretched himself further over me, pressing himself into my body so he could reach my pussy. His fingers pushed into my pussy while his mouth was on my clit, kissing and sucking, licking up all the hot juices that were flooding down the insides of my thighs.

  By the time I was done, I saw stars. There was a haze in my eyes, and I had to blink repeatedly to get rid of it. I couldn’t even recognize where I was. Were we back in Spike’s apartment somehow?

  He straightened up and I lay there on the carpet. I could feel my clit still throbbing from the force of the orgasm I had just experienced. Spike sat beside me, cross-legged, looking down at me with a pleased expression.

  With one hand, he held his cock, stroking it slowly. His cock. It was still rock-hard, red and angry on the top because he hadn’t offloaded yet. I wanted to make it better. I wanted to give him everything and more.

  I jumped up and he let out a small laugh. I climbed up in his lap, spreading my legs far apart so his cock could feel the slickness of my pussy. I was ready to go again. I would never stop wanting him or the way he wanted me.

  My hands traveled down his abs, to the wound on the side of his stomach. He was still bandaged up. I wanted to ask him if it hurt, but he gave no clues that it did and I didn’t want to spoil the mood by asking too many questions. It seemed as if he didn’t want to talk about it.

  I kissed him, tasting my own pussy on his lips. I kissed him harder, grinding myself into him. His cock dug into my flesh. I could feel it throbbing, growing even harder now. I wanted him inside me, so I pushed myself into him.

  He wasn’t expecting it. His cock slid into me, filled me up and I let out a deep sigh of relief. Finally. He was inside me, where he was meant to be this whole time. He grabbed a fistful of my hair and tipped my head back as we started moving together. Our bodies colliding. Rising and falling. My breasts bounced in front of his face and he kissed the base of my neck.

  “You’re fuckin’ beautiful,” he mumbled under his breath. As if he was speaking to himself rather than to me.

  “And you are the sexiest man I have met or ever will meet,” I declared in a low whispery hiss. A part of me hoped he hadn’t heard. I didn’t know how he would take that confession. I didn’t want to freak him out, but it was out there now. We didn’t stop moving. I bounced on his lap, over and over again, with his cock deep inside me…till we were coming. We were coming together. I fell on him while our hips thrust toward each other’s. His cock filled me. I welcomed him in. Every part of me belonged to him in that moment, I just didn’t know how to explain it to him if he asked.

  Somehow, we had managed to climb into my bed together. We were silently lying beside each other, staring up at the ceiling. Neither of us had spoken much. Maybe he was thinking about what to say. I definitely was…there were some things that had been said to each other in the throes of…passion…I didn’t know whether to repeat them or not.

  When I looked over at him, I saw that he had been staring at me.

  “Umm…that was good,” I said with a sigh, adding a little chuckle. But it was mostly my nerves.

  Spike reached over. I thought he was going to touch my neck or reach for my breasts, but instead, he just tucked some flyaway strands of hair behind my ears. It was tender. It was unexpected. For a moment, I didn’t know how to react, then I cleared my throat.

  “You know, Spike, I meant every word of what I said back then.”

  He continued to stare, saying nothing. His silence pushed me to continue. The words came tumbling out of me now before I had a chance to stop them.

  “I wanted you from the moment I saw you. I mean, I didn’t know I wanted you. I thought I was going nuts because I hadn’t even met someone like you before and everything about you was wrong and different and new…but…”

  He didn’t let me continue. He put his thick index finger on my lips to shut me up. I gulped. There was a lump in my throat. I didn’t know what he was going to say. How he would react.

  “I know, Sabrina, I felt it too.”

  My stomach flipped. I felt a little tug somewhere in my chest. I didn’t know what it was.

  So it wasn’t all in my head, after all? It was actually happening. What I felt for Spike, he felt it too. Those were his words.

  I felt such a rush of joy that I just threw myself at him and we were kissing again. This time, more slowly, with a slowness I didn’t know he was even capable of. As if we had all the time in the world.

  Spike slowly pulled away from me. I’d lost track of time or how long we had been kissing, and could feel my lips throbbing lightly when we were done. He held my face with both hands and looked deep into my eyes.

  “This isn’t going to work,” he said.

  I couldn’t believe he actually said that. I couldn’t believe I was hearing this, after everything I just told him. Did he not know what it took for me to admit how I felt about him? How I’d been fantasizing
about him from the moment we met?

  I made to slip away. I couldn’t lie here next to him and continue to kiss him after he declared he couldn’t be with me. But Spike grabbed my wrist, stopping me from going.

  “You need to let me go!” I snapped and tried pulling away, but there was no way I was escaping his grip unless he actually wanted me to.

  “Sabrina, you don’t get what I’m saying,” he said, pulling me to himself. I fell on him, my hands were on his chest.

  “I think I know exactly what you’re saying. Now that you’ve had your fill of me, you’re done.”

  Spike grinned and shook his head.

  “I don’t think I will ever have my fill of you.”

  My heart was racing. I was staring into his eyes, waiting for an explanation. I wished Spike would just be clear about what he really wanted.

  “What I’m trying to say is that I can’t do my job when I’m around you. And I need to do my job. Someone has to do it. It could be a matter of…”

  “Life and death?” I completed it for him. Spike clenched his jaws. He didn’t want to actually say the words but I knew he was thinking them.

  “It is crucial that you have a bodyguard who is alert and watchful. Instead, I’m here in your bed. All I want to do all day is fuck you, but that’s not going to keep you safe.”

  The smile was fading from Spike’s face. I wanted to hug him though. Just throw my arms around him and hold him close. I wanted him to know exactly how much his words meant to me. It wasn’t much…it wasn’t as if he was declaring his love for me, but he was confessing that I drove him to distraction. Which was close enough!

  I put my hands on his shoulders, down further, tracing the shapes of his biceps. I couldn’t get my hands around them they were so big and bulky. I felt that familiar tingling between my legs. His body was enough for me. I didn’t need anything else.

  “Sabrina, do you hear what I’m saying?” His voice snapped me out of my thoughts. “We have to get someone else to protect you. I can’t do it if we’re going to be together.”