“Bella,” he calls my name out in a whisper that has bumps traveling up and down my spine. For years I’ve longed to hear my name escape him in that raspy tone, yet tonight, I find it causes butterflies to spread their wings in flight in my belly. Nausea rolls as anxiety takes root in my soul. Do I let this continue? Am I betraying my closest friend if I find comfort in her man? Should I let him use my body to ease some of his grief? “Bella,” he once again says my name, only this time, his hand cups my cheek as he turns my head toward him.
“Y-yeah?” I stutter out.
“Tonight, we don’t think, we just feel,” he quietly and sincerely concludes. Before I have the chance to rebut, I gasp as his lips crash down on my own. He takes advantage of my being stunned and swipes his tongue across my bottom lip before inserting it inside of mine. All thoughts flee from my mind as I enjoy his controlling ownership. I gladly submit as a dream I’ve had most of my adult life comes to fruition. Tingles strum through my being as his hand finds the bare skin of my midriff, then slowly glides upward, landing over my sensitive and aroused breasts. He tweaks my extended nipple’s peak through the lacy material. My chest arcs, I’m begging him silently for more. He breaks our kiss as he huskily asks, “Do you want this, Bella? Dear God, please tell me you need this as much as I do.” I can feel how desperately he needs human contact, only the way a woman can. I recognize I’m being used as a rebound, a steppingstone toward him being able to live and feel again. Whereas I wish I could be more than that to him, the desperation of feeling his skin touch mine wins over.
“I do. I want this, Rogue,” I answer his question, nearing breathlessness with anticipation.
“I need this, Bella. I need this connection. Just,” he sighs while running his free hand through his hair, “I don’t want you to think this will become more than what it is.”
This time, I’m the one who lifts my hand and places it gently on his face. I edge him closer to me before issuing, “I know what this is, Rogue. I expect nothing more than what you’re offering me.” When the last word leaves me, he lifts me up into his arms and walks us down the hallway. I expect us to be heading to his bedroom, but am not surprised when he opens the door leading to the room I’ve been using.
“That room is Rora’s, I just can’t. Don’t think I ever will be able to share that bed with another woman,” he explains as he shuts the door with the heel of his boot.
“I would expect nothing less,” I agree, not at all disappointed. I don’t want to be intimate with him in the room they once shared. His memories with her are rooted in there, as they should be. I’m already feeling an edge of guilt, but my body is winning the war against my mind.
Chapter Nine
Rogue
I shut out the feelings encompassing me. I should be ashamed of what I’m about to do, but the need to feel this connection with another overrides my good sense. I lay Bella on her bed and stretch out over her. I nip and suck on her bottom lip before sliding down her body, disrobing her as I go. Bella’s body is sinful, with each part of her that I uncover, my mouth salivates. Her breasts are larger than my hands and her nipples are dark, begging to be played with. I give my fingers free reign to examine and explore those dusky tips. She mewls like a cat in heat, urging me to find what other places will cause her to purr in that manner. When I get her jeans unsnapped and off her body, I’m happy to find that she’s as pink and swollen as I was hoping she’d be.
“Look at this beautiful pussy, Bella. Is all that slickened neediness for me?” The domineering part of myself comes out. I’m not only in charge in my daily life, but in the bedroom, I become the master, the need to dominate is crucial. I want utter and complete submission when a woman is sprawled out beneath me.
“For you, all for you,” she gasps out as my finger trails down her abdomen.
That’s all I needed to hear. Diving in, I devour her like a man starved. I pay close attention to her extended clit, sucking it flat in my mouth. My tongue explores every inch of her pinkness. Her lips, her clit, her opening, there isn’t a place that my mouth doesn’t make contact with. Once she screams and I sip all of her essence, I slowly pull away, wiping my mouth on the inside of her thighs. “Fuck,” she hisses as I stand next to the bed and begin to shed my own clothes. When her eyes land on my stiff erection, her eyes dilate as she licks her lips. Fuck yes. I walk closer to her head and pull her closer to my cock. A drip of precum is sitting on the slit of my cockhead, waiting for her to drink it up.
“Open,” I command as I take the tip and run it along her lips, coating them with my need. She does as I ask and opens wide, sucking the head into her mouth. My head throws back as she takes me as deeply into her throat as she can. One hand is holding the bottom of my shaft as her other one rolls and plays with my nuts, adding to the desire which is already plaguing me. I feel the animalistic need encompass me as I pull myself from her mouth. “Hands and knees, Bella. Ass in the air and your hands grasping the sheets. Don’t move unless I instruct otherwise.”
“O-okay,” she stutters as she quickly complies. When that luscious ass of hers is displayed in the air, my hand tingles with the need to see my red handprints painting her alabaster skin. When the first blow lands, she moans and her ass protrudes higher, begging for more.
“You like that, Bella? Do you want your ass to be my canvas?” I ask, desire laced in my words.
“Yes,” she hisses as she wiggles those cheeks in my direction.
“Beg me for it,” I demand, wanting to hear her squirm for the correct words.
“P-please, Rogue, please paint my ass with your hands.”
“Good girl,” I compliment, happy and content that she’s as wild as I hoped she’d end up being. “Count how many times I spank you.”
She counts all ten before I can’t take it anymore and line my head up with her opening. Slowly, I glide into her, enjoying every sweet moment of her heat as it wraps around my dick. When my balls finally slap her sweet clit and I’m as deep as a man can be inside of a woman, I begin a restless pace. Back, forth, swivel, repeat. As I pound into her weeping cunt, I continue to spank her ass. She begs, pleading for more; giving her what she’s asking for, I begin a torturing pace. In, out, smack. My hands lift and grab her hips, pulling her tighter into me. The intense slapping of skin and cries of pleasure are all that can be heard within these four walls. My spine begins to tingle as my balls draw up, indicating that I’m close to exploding.
“Play with that clit of yours, Bella. Get yourself there,” I state through clenched teeth, working hard to hold off my cum from shooting out. I feel her body shift as she complies, it doesn’t take long until she’s clamping down on me, drawing out my seed. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I chant as the orgasm sweeps itself over me and through me. I collapse to the side of where she has collapsed and take a minute to gather my wits. Not knowing what to say for the first time in my life, I remain silent as I lay here, guilt forcefully surfacing in my mind. My heart feels like it’s shattering into fractured pieces. What have we done?
Bella
His silence surrounding us is thick in the room, as if a barrier has now been placed between us. Not wanting to hear any regrets protruding from him, I mirror his lack of words and lay here, flat on my belly. When I feel his release trickle out of me, I clamp my eyes shut. I know better, we both do, but the fact that I’m on preventative meds to keep pregnancy from taking root inside of me, helps me to keep this information to myself. It’d do no good to share possible worries with him, nothing will happen. I know he’s only been with one woman for years, so those fears are abated as I think of all the possibilities that could come from our lack of forethought.
I can’t degrade him for not protecting me, I too was lost in a cloud of lust. We are both to blame for not being more cautious. Erratic behavior is not normal for me, but there’s no turning back time for a repeat of choices now. I feel the bed shift as Rogue crawls over me and off the mattress. “Bella.” My name comes out of his mouth in pain
. “This uh, well…” I turn my head facing him and notice the sorrow of our actions hitting him hard. This punches me in the solar plexus, causing oxygen to get stuck in my lungs. My heart breaks as tears begin to form in my eyes. I refuse to let them leak, I told him I could handle this. What I should’ve taken time out to do is consider if he could handle it. Which, he clearly can't.
“Will never happen again,” I express, saving him from the speech, whatever it is, that’s forming in his mind.
“I’m sorry, Bella.”
“Me too. I’ll leave first thing in the morning.” He has a look of misery plastered on his face. I know him, and I know a part of him wants me to stay, but the part that’s thickly laced in guilt, wants me to leave… quickly. He shakes his head, picks up his clothes, laying them over his arm and walks out the door. “Goodbye, Rogue.” These words of finality, releases the pent-up tears and I sob into my pillow. Not wanting him to hear how this has affected me.
Once the tears dry up and I have nothing left to expel, I begin packing up my belongings. When that task is done, I sit at the desk tucked away in the corner of the room and quickly write letters before I lose my nerve to leave while they are nestled in their beds. One to Rogue and one to Harmony.
There’s no way I can look either one of them in the eyes. Walking with my suitcase and the letters into the living room, I set my bag down and head over to the kitchen table. Kissing each envelope, I place them before their normal seats and leave the house with a heavy heart. One day, I will see you both again whispers its way through my mind. “Until then,” I speak out loud.
As I drive down the driveway, my eyes stay glued to the house that holds my heart within its clutches. Wiping the tears from my cheeks, I allow myself to continue on my path home. As the house is nothing more than a blur in my taillights, I look forward, forcing myself to never, not once, look back.
Chapter Ten
Bella
The years since I left that night, Rogue and I have barely spoken a word to one another. But things have changed, he actually called me, requesting my presence. I’ll never forget the way my heart sank as the anxiety built inside me. Under normal circumstances, his call would’ve elicited the same, only it had me wondering if he’d heard rumors of the secret I’ve held closely to myself for all these years. I’ve waited for this day to possibly come, but as much as I wanted it to, I also held reservations. I know in time I will have no choice but to be upfront and face what I’ve hidden for so long.
My little Outlaw is now a mother herself. And Rogue, he’s the proud, boasting grandfather. I can’t deny his wishes now any more than I could’ve back on that fateful day.
I’ve been back here for some time now, and while I feel that I am mostly accepted by the old ladies of this club, I lay low. Harmony is the exception, of course. She barely batted an eye when I showed up but was eager to greet me with the warmest of hugs. Everyone acknowledges my existence, but seeing as Rogue has yet to officially claim me, I fear they only see me as another one of his toys to be used and eventually tossed aside. And perhaps that’s all this will end up being, although he’s led me to believe otherwise; I only hope that he’s certain this time. So many years ago, we were sure that one night of giving in to our desires would have zero effect on our relationship, but it ruined everything. At least for many years that followed. I can tell he’s grown tired, bitter, and rougher around the edges as he’s aged. He tries to hide that part of himself from me, but aside from Bane and Harlow, I know and notice the smallest of inflections where he is concerned; only I play my part and keep quiet about it.
There’s been meeting after meeting at the clubhouse here lately, allowing little time for him and I. Although that doesn’t seem to stop him from having me detailed. That was my first clue that something was brewing and whatever it is, it isn’t good. Looking out the blinds from the kitchen window, I sip from my mug of coffee as I watch PeeWee chain smoke while laughing at something on his cell phone; occasionally looking around to scan the area. I can feel as my eyes narrow, partly from curiosity and the rest out of frustration. Tying my robe, coffee still in hand, I casually walk outside; alerting PeeWee the moment he hears the door open.
As I approach, he slides his phone into the front pocket of his cut. “Morning, Bella,” he greets me nonchalantly.
“Yes, same to you,” I casually reply, looking around at the beautiful day of sunshine I’ve woken up to. Absentmindedly, I kick some leaves around that have fallen from the tree above. There’s nothing but awkward silence between the two of us and I suppose I might have to pry information from him. “So?” My eyes dart directly to him. He offers me a perplexed look in response. “Oh, come on, PeeWee, cut the shit. You’ve been following me around for weeks now. I might not have lived the club life, but I’ve been around this one long enough to know when something’s amiss.”
A grin forms in place of the once puzzled look he was displaying. “Ah, I see. Any and all questions you have need to be taken up with the pres.” He shrugs at me, divulging nothing more and nothing less.
“Figured that would most likely be your response, if any. Was worth a try, though,” I muse. “Want anything? Coffee? Bagel? Some binoculars?” The last part I speak softly and sarcastically as I turn my back toward him, awaiting a response.
“No ma’am,” I hear him say loud and clear as I frown, continuing my journey back inside the house.
After my dead end morning chat with PeeWee, I shower and get myself ready for the day. Rogue hasn’t mentioned one word about the clubhouse being off limits, so I’ll make him and I some lunch and take it up there.
As I pull into the clubhouse parking lot, I already see Rogue standing outside the front door puffing away on a cigar. It’s as if he were expecting me, and by the shadow that’s been following me everywhere, I suppose he was.
Stepping out of my vehicle with the little basket I packed our lunch in, I close my door and begin walking toward Rogue. I watch him glance and nod at PeeWee before his eyes dart back to me and his lips turn upward slowly, forming an eventual smile. My heart begins to pick up in pace. This man has always owned me, and a part of me thinks he knows it if I were judging by his devilish smirk.
“Hi, handsome.” I lean forward, planting my lips on his.
“Hello to you, gorgeous,” he responds, stirring those butterflies within the pit of my belly.
“I brought us some lunch. Figured that you might be hungry, and was hoping you’d have a spare moment for me,” I impart, holding up the basket.
He puts his cigar out against the brick of the clubhouse before looking down at his wristwatch. “Oh, I think I can pencil you in for about thirty minutes or so,” he teases and I bat his arm.
“Thank you, sir, thank you,” I mock as I step around him, opening the door to the clubhouse and he smacks my ass causing me to let out a yelp. Over my shoulder, I tell him, “That’s the most action this ass has seen in days. Keep ‘em coming.”
“Worry not, I’m coming home early tonight.” He winks at me before stepping in front of me and opening the door to his office. “Ladies first.”
Once I’m in I hear him follow before he closes the door and I begin removing the contents of the basket near his seat and spreading them out on his desk. “I’ve got sub sandwiches, chips, fruit, and cheeses.”
He grabs a sandwich and as I grab the other, he pulls me from behind into his lap. “Always know just what I need,” he begins speaking through a mouthful of food, “and tonight, I’m feasting on you,” he finishes, sealing his promise to me with a kiss on the cheek and I feel his cock begin to bulge beneath my ass.
“Promises, promises,” I tease before sinking my teeth into my own lunch.
Rogue
Now burdened with the stiffness forming in my jeans, I mentally prepare to take Bella right here in this very office. Due to the remaining scattered chapters of the Death Destructorz MC and their thirst for revenge on us, I’ve been working overtime here at the clubhouse; unable
to spend the time I’d like at home with Bella. Countless hours have been spent on the phone between myself and Gunner; Steel Empire MC’s president. We have it on good authority that we’ve managed to persuade members of several chapters to turn on them and provide us with necessary information. Naturally, this is costing us both a pretty penny; but nothing is more important than the future and safety of this club to me. I’d sell my soul if it meant I was guaranteed their eternal safety.
“Pres,” Bane barges in, instantly causing my blood pressure to rise as Bella jumps, startled by his intrusion.
“For fuck’s sake is nothing sacred around here anymore?” I bellow out, slamming my sandwich down onto my desk and ushering Bella up from my lap. “Learn to fucking knock, Bane. I could’ve had my woman butt ass naked in here,” I snap, my declaration earning me a sly grin from her that I notice out of my peripheral.
“It’s Gunner,” he blurts out, “he’s here… in a suit.”
“And that’s what surprises you? His suit? I’m more curious as to why he’s here unannounced. We just spoke on the phone last night.” I turn to Bella because I’m about to have to cut our lunch date short and hurt her feelings; something I am not fond of.
Before I can say anything to her, Bane adds in, “He’s also brought one of his patched members. Can’t remember his name. The tall, dark-haired, younger fella with the brown eyes.”
I scrub my face with my palm. “Please ask him to give me a few minutes, huh?” I request.
“Will do,” he answers, leaving my office and pulling the door closed behind him.
Turning to Bella, I watch as she steals a quick peek through the blinds of my office window. Noticing the color appears to have drained from her face and she’s now sporting a look of concern; I feel the need to console her. “I’m sorry, sweetheart.” I approach her and run my hands up and down her arms trying to comfort her. “I know you have questions, and I know you’re worried, but I promise you it’s nothing to get yourself this worked up over. I’m not gonna let anything happen to you or this club, ever again.”
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