I’m a virgin, but I know what an orgasm feels like. A girl can only watch so much television and read so many books when she’s locked up alone inside of her house. I know without a doubt that I’m close, and this is going to be bigger than any orgasm I’ve ever given myself.
Coen shifts his hand between my legs and I feel his finger enter me. Lifting my head, I look down into his eyes and inhale a sharp breath as he moves his finger inside of me. He watches me, his mouth on my clit, his tongue never pausing as he brings me higher and higher toward my climax.
“I’m close,” I warn. He only moans, the sensation vibrating throughout my entire body.
Arching my back, I lift my hips, grinding against his tongue and finger without an ounce of shame. I lost that somewhere between him spreading my pussy wide and his finger slipping inside of me and curling in a way that I never imagined would feel as amazing as it does.
A second, then a third flick of his tongue, a few curls of his finger and I completely lose myself. My hips begin to move without control as I search for my release, I’m on the edge, so close that I would say and do anything for the release of my orgasm.
My body tightens and I feel it fill me from the inside out, bursting throughout my entire body. I come. It’s hard, there’s a sound somewhere in the room, a crying almost sobbing sound and I realize that it’s me.
Slowly, Coen touches his mouth to my clit one last time then removes himself from between my thighs. He looks up at me and I can do nothing but stare down as my entire body trembles. He smirks, obviously proud of himself and he honestly should be. I’ve never felt anything so amazing in my entire life.
Coen tilts his head to the side as he stands to his feet. I watch as he licks his lips and his eyelids drop, hooding right before me. Then he smiles softly. “Gonna fuck you now, Gisele. I’m going to claim you the way that I’ve wanted to since the moment I first laid eyes on you. You’re mine now, baby.”
I should probably be scared. I shouldn’t want a man, any man, to lay that kind of ownership claim on me, but I do. Only him though. I want him to own every single part of me.
Chapter Four
COYOTE
Inhaling a deep breath, I reach for Gisele’s naked body and tug her against my side. She inhales a hard breath as her tits press against me.
Running my fingers through her hair, I keep my eyes closed as I attempt to catch my breath. Her hand touches my chest and only then do I dip my chin and look down into her eyes.
“You good?” I ask.
Her cheeks flush pink and she nods once before resting her chin on my chest. Shifting my fingers down her spine, I run them along the center of her ass, then back up to her neck. She shivers in my embrace, and I can’t help but smile down at her.
Fuck.
Mine.
“You good to pack a bag and come with me?” I ask.
She frowns, her nose wrinkling at the words and looking so damn cute that I want to slide inside of her impossibly tight cunt again. Closing my eyes, I inhale a deep breath, letting it out and forcing myself to calm the fuck down.
“I don’t know if I can, Coen. I haven’t gone anywhere in a year. I like being here. It’s comfortable and comforting. It’s too wild out there,” she breathes.
“You know my mom was a recluse, baby.” Gisele nods. I’ve told her about my mother.
I’ve explained that I understand her situation and that it doesn’t bother me, because honestly, it doesn’t. Having someone tethered to their home is just how I grew up.
I’ve always had to be the adventurous one, the one who craved getting out and feeling the wind on his face. I don’t require Gisele to be the same.
I can like her for the woman she is. I enjoy the fact that I always know where she is, that she’s always safe. But that’s why I need her to come with me, so that I can keep her that way—safe.
“Then you know how hard this is for me,” she whispers.
Nodding, I touch my mouth to hers. “I do, Ele. Pack a bag. You’ll be safe, you’ll be at my side and whatever happens in life, we’re going to face it together,” I say, promising her something that I don’t know if I can deliver, but fuck, she makes me want to try.
She sinks her teeth into her bottom lip and nods her head once. “Okay. I can try, but what if I can’t make it. What if I just can’t do it?”
Smirking, I lift my head and touch my lips to her nose. “You can stay locked up in my room if it all gets to be too much. I have my own space at the clubhouse. You can log into my Netflix, bring your eReader. Whatever you need, baby, you got it. I don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable, I just want you safe.”
Gisele blinks. Then I watch as her worried expressions slowly disappears and one of peace washes over her. This is what she needed to hear. This is what she wanted from me.
“Maybe if you like it down there we can talk about a permanent move.”
“To the clubhouse place?” She frowns.
I shrug a shoulder. I don’t know why it’s popped into my head, but I could see a small place on the grounds just for her. Somewhere that I know she’ll always be protected, where I won’t have to leave the area to go to her. Where a brother is always there to watch out for her when I’m on a run.
A house just for her, for us, where she can lock herself inside and be cocooned in a net of complete safety.
Slowly, I nod. I want to bring it up to Dragon, sooner rather than later. Maybe it’s a stupid fucking plan, but it’s the only thing that gives me peace about her life, my life, and our life together.
“Might not work out. But having you that close, it’s where I want you and then you’d be in your own space, too. I don’t know, but it’s a thought,” I say.
She watches me for a moment, then my heart fucking swells at the sight of her lips turning up into a smile. “Yeah, I think I’d like that,” she says with a small nod. “Does this mean that we’re together, exclusively and committed?”
Sweet.
The word I would always use to describe my girl is sweet.
Slowly dragging my fingers up her back, I tangle them in the back of her hair and tug her head back. Rolling us over, I keep her in my arms as I situate myself above her. My forearm being the only thing bracing me to keep from smashing her into the mattress.
Gisele widens her thighs, allowing my hips to fall between them and I groan at the feel of her warm cunt against my cock. She watches me, waiting for what is next.
Dipping my chin, I touch my mouth to hers. My lips travel down the column of her throat until I reach the hollow and only then do I suck on her ivory skin.
“I’ve never been committed to a woman before,” I admit. Lifting my head, I look into her eyes, watching her. “I’ve also never felt the way that I do, about you, with anyone else. You’re it for me, Ele. You’re mine and there is nobody else. I want you to be my Old Lady. Be mine.”
GISELE
My center aches at the feel of his length pressing against it, but I can’t deny that I want him again. He made me feel beautiful and so so good.
I never imagined sex would feel the way that it does and I’m not sure if it’s because of Coen or if it would feel like that with just anyone. I have a feeling it’s because it’s him.
“I’ll pack my bag,” I whisper.
His words. His offers. It’s all sent me into a tailspin. I’m reeling from everything that he’s confessed, and yet, I haven’t heard the one thing that I really want to hear. Love. He hasn’t said he’s falling, or fallen, or even hinted that he could fall in love with me.
His lips touch mine before he rolls off of me and starts to walk into the bathroom. I watch him for a moment, so shocked at how comfortable he is with his nudity. I wish that I could be like that, but here I am, tugging the sheet over my body instead.
A few moments later I hear the toilet flush, the water turns on and off at the sink, then the door opens and he’s standing there, his eyes on me. He shakes his head once, tilting his head to the side, his lips twitch
ing into a small smile.
“Pack a week’s worth of shit. We need to leave soon, baby.”
I nod my head, holding the sheet close to my chest as he walks over to a pile of clothes and begins to tug them back on. I kind of wish that he could stay naked.
He must sense my eyes on him because he looks back at me over his shoulder, his lips turned up into a wide smile. “You keep staring at me like that and I won’t take into account your sore pussy. I’ll fuck you regardless, babe.”
“Coen,” I half-admonish, half-pant.
He only chuckles as he tugs his jeans over his hips. “You’re stunning, baby. Wish I could do you again. But you’re sore and we got some shit to handle today, get you all settled into my place in the clubhouse. Make sure you’re all good.”
“Why do you care so much about me? Why are you so good to me?” I chance asking.
Turning around, he walks over to the bed and sinks down next to me. I hold my breath as he reaches his hand out and tucks a piece of my hair behind my ear.
“Taking care of you is important to me, Ele. You’re my woman and that’s my fuckin’ job.”
My lips tremble and my eyes swell with tears. “A life with me will never be normal,” I whisper.
He snorts. “Me either, baby.”
Chapter Five
COYOTE
Hand-in-hand, we walk into the clubhouse. I’m thankful as fuck that it’s slow around here as far as partying goes. Everyone is gearing up to leave for Columbia, going on the run to Tijuana or gathering their shit to move in here until this whole fucking mess with the cartel blows over.
Gisele curls closer to my side the farther we walk into the clubhouse. Nobody even notices her, which is what she wants, but I’d show her off if she’d let me. I’d be goddamn proud is what I would be.
Once we reach Dragon’s office, I notice that the door is closed. Turning to Gisele, I suck in a deep breath.
Focusing on her, I dip my chin slightly and keep my gaze on hers. “I need to go and talk to my president. You’re safe here. The door won’t be locked. If you need me, just call for me. You’ll be okay right here,” I tell her.
She nods before she licks her lips. “I’ll be right here,” she whispers.
Lifting my hand, I wrap my fingers around the side of her neck. Keeping my eyes on hers, I don’t waver or deviate from her gaze. “I will be in that room, just that door will separate us and nothing else.”
“Okay,” she says before she inhales deeply.
My hand falls from her neck and I straighten my spine. Turning my back to her, I take a couple of steps toward the door and turn the knob.
Looking back behind me, I catch her eyes for a brief moment, sending her as much reassurance as I possibly can before I stick my head into Dragon’s office.
“Can I talk to you, Pres?” I ask.
Eagle is standing there and Dragon lifts his chin. I wait for a moment while they finish their conversation then slip into the office as Eagle brushes past me.
“What’s up?” Dragon asks on a sigh.
He looks fucking beat, and I don’t blame him. The past couple of months have been goddamn draining with no end in sight.
Hopefully this shit is going to be over soon and we can all fucking breathe for a minute or two before the next thing gets thrown our way.
“Called in my brand already, but I got a girl. Since everything is going down, I need her to be with me. Wanted to make sure that wasn’t a problem.”
“You got a girl?” he asks with a frown.
Jerking my head, my lips twitch. “Lives across the street from the house I own in town. Makin’ her my Old Lady. But she’s kind of a recluse. Doesn’t get out much, prefers to be at home. She’s willing to come here for her own safety, but she’s kind of scared shitless,” I explain.
“So you want her to be at your side the whole time, while you’re protecting, Della?”
Lifting my chin, I nod. “Yeah. Figured it’d be easy. Maybe they can get to know one another. But, she’s not like normal girls, she wants her space, wants to be alone, used to it.”
“So, she’s like your mom?” Dragon asks.
Should have known he’d bring up the past. He’s not wrong though. Shrugging a shoulder, I lift my gaze to meet his. “Yeah, except she wasn’t broken by a man. She’s an orphan, figured it got bad when her parents died in a car wreck, leaving her all alone. Claimin’ her, Dragon. She’s mine.”
Dragon shakes his head, lifting his hand, I watch as he drags it down his face. “Fuck it. Yeah, she can be your shadow, but what’re you gonna do when this shit is done?”
“Been thinkin’. What if we got a modular, put it on the property? That way she was close at all times? Be easier for me and her, also for protection when we need families under watch.”
Dragon lets out a low chuckle. “Fuck you, you had all this planned out, didn’t you?”
“Not really, just thought of the modular thing today. Seemed like a good idea. Think on it?”
Dragon nods his head slowly. “I will. It’s not a bad idea, especially if she don’t wanna leave and you need to be here for work and everything else. Plus, she’d be right here when you were on a run. We’ll table it until all this cartel shit is done, then we’ll make a decision, vote on it.”
Holding out my hand, Dragon slips his palm in mine and we shake. “Thanks, Pres,” I grin.
“Fuck,” he grunts.
Turning away from him, I open the door of his office to see Della and Eagle standing side-by-side, talking to Gisele who looks goddamn terrified.
“Ele,” I bark, keeping my focus on her and only her. “Let’s get you up to my room.” I watch as her body immediately relaxes just from my words. She needs her space and I’m going to give her what she needs—always.
GISELE
I’m such an idiot. I made such a fool of myself. I seriously stood there, terrified of the man who stood in front of me. One of Coen’s friends. I’m sure he thinks I’m a total freak now. His pretty girlfriend probably does too. Why do I have to be so weird?
Coen places his hand at the small of my back and quickly guides me toward his room. I let out a sigh when I hear the door close and lock behind me. Spinning around, I hold up my shaking palms.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper. “I was rude and I’m sorry.”
I wait for Coen to admonish me, maybe become frustrated with me. He doesn’t. Instead, he chuckles softly. Lifting my eyes to meet his, I stand there with my jaw hanging open slightly.
“You’re fine. These people, they don’t care, baby. They’re all relatively decent people, you don’t need to impress them. Just be yourself.”
I don’t tell him that I was being myself. Which I’m sure is misconstrued as rude. I am not just shy, I’m painfully shy. It’s just easier to stay home, to be in my safe comforting space, rather than out there in the world.
“Anyway, it’s all good, baby. Dragon says you’re good to stay here and we discussed a place on the property. It’s all gonna work out the way it was meant to.”
“Really?” I breathe.
He smirks, holding out his arms. I don’t know if he wants a hug, but I decide that he’s getting one. Hurrying toward him, I wrap my arms around his waist and bury my face against his chest.
“I don’t know how all of this happened the way that it has,” I say, lifting my head to look up into his eyes. “But I’m so happy that it did.”
His lips twitch and he lowers his head, brushing his mouth against my own. “Impossible to be happier than me, baby.”
The kiss starts off sweet, but by the time it’s over, we’re both panting and ripping one another’s clothes off. He tries to tell me no, claiming I’m too sore, but all I feel is this ache between my legs that I know only he can relieve.
I may be naïve, I may be young, but I know that this is the man I was meant to have all for myself.
Epilogue
FOUR WEEKS LATER
GISELE
Cur
ling deeper into the comforter, I let out a moan as soon as the bright light fills the room. I hear his laughter fill the space, but I ignore him.
I just want to sleep—forever if not longer. I whimper, keeping my eyes pinched closed as I feel the bedding being slowly stripped from my body.
Rolling onto my back, I throw my arm over my eyes, no longer embarrassed by my naked body. Nudity, something I was once completely shy about, but now, I welcome it. In fact, in this room I stay naked as much as possible, not just because Coen loves it, but because I feel oddly free when I’m nude.
“Fuck,” he grunts.
Smiling, I spread my legs for him, hitching my knees and placing my feet flat on the bed. I hear him growl, then fabric rustles just as my breathing starts to pick up. The bed dips. I expect to feel his cock nudging my entrance but instead his warm wet tongue slides through my center.
I let out a long moan as my hips buck. Moving my arm from my eyes, I look down at him as I thread my fingers through his hair and hold on. His dark green eyes are focused on me as he eats me like he’s been starved for a decade, maybe longer.
Lifting my hips, I enjoy the way his tongue plays my clit. He’s drawing this out, playing with me in the early morning light. He could get me off in one-minute flat, we timed it once, but that’s not what this moment is about, this is about love.
Inhaling a trembling breath, I let it out with a heavy exhale as I climb toward my climax. I’m hanging on the edge, I also know that he can keep me here for an eternity if he wanted to, we timed it at fifteen minutes, before I broke down into a sobbing mess.
He grunts, then does whatever it is he does to my clit to take me there and I cry out with my release, uncaring if anyone hears me. They have, they do, and they will again. I’ve let that aspect go. This place is loud and always full of people.
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