by Simone Elise
Chloe was different. She wasn't just any club woman. In fact, she wasn't just any woman. She was THE woman, the girl of my dreams, the girl that didn't exist that was too darn perfect for words. It was like she had saved herself just for me and now I was in a position to make a difficult decision.
"Well, it will be a first for both of us," she added, looking smugly up at me. "Are you really going to turn me down?" She looked up at me, pouting.
If I had protection, I'd already be inside her. Fuck it. No, I wasn't going to turn her down.
"You sure?" I looked her in the eye. She was taking a risk on me. I mightn't have been with anyone not protected, but, for all she knew, I was lying. Any other guy in this situation would, with a girl like Chloe naked underneath them. After everything I did to her, she was still willing to do this.
Unprotected.
She leaned up and planted a soft kiss on my lips then her hands were in my hair as she clung to me. Her breasts were rubbing against my chest. If I wasn't already turned on, just having her pinned against me would be enough to do it.
I lowered her to the bed, kissing her back and licking her bottom lip, wanting entrance. Her mouth opened slightly and I took the opportunity.
She moaned in my mouth, and that made me go completely hard. She arched her back, pushing up into me.
I was ready for her, but was she ready for me?
I broke away from her, "You ready, baby girl?" I was between her legs now and with one thrust, I'd be inside her, just like I had always wanted.
She nodded her head, "Please make it quick."
I kissed her forehead, and her grip on my shoulders tightened. She was scared, bracing for pain. How could I make this more comfortable with her? I centered myself in between her.
Quicker was better. So, with one quick thrust, I was inside. She gasped, but didn't cry out. Her hands locked around my neck.
"You okay?"
I was still inside her, not moving, letting her adjust to the feeling. I had never deflowered a girl. I had always avoided it in case they got clingy. In this case, I wanted Chloe to get clingy. I wanted her glued to my side, or in this case on me.
"Tell me that's the worst of it." She pulled away from me, her head dropping on the pillow, her blonde hair pulled to one side. She looked stunning and I wasn't just thinking that because I was inside her.
"Yeah baby girl, it is. It's all pleasure from now on." I kissed her forehead.
I pulled out and slowly pushed back inside her. God, she was tight. It was like I was being choked with pleasure. She was warm and inviting, and I wanted to lose myself in her. I knew she wouldn't be up to hard sex just now, but when she was up for it, I'd be there, but fuck it, I don't think it could get any better than right now.
I started to pump her lightly and, to my surprise, she was meeting each thrust with a push of her hips, making sure she was taking all of me.
God, she was killing me.
I wanted her to feel as much pleasure as I was feeling. She would be sensitive. Pride filled my body. I was the first and last to touch her. She was never having another man. I would make sure of that.
If my reputation didn't scare them off, then my fists would.
Without even meaning to, we had picked up speed and she was panting as I thrust into her harder. She wasn't in pain anymore, she was enjoying herself. I wanted to make sure that feeling was multiplied.
Running my hand over her breast and down between her legs, I started rubbing her right on the spot. Her eyes widened, and she looked at me completely surprised by what she was feeling. Like I expected, she was sensitive.
Yeah, baby girl. It was going to get better.
She gasped, arching her back, gripping my shoulders.
I took all her weight, holstering her legs around my waist so I could go in deeper. She locked her legs around me and I started to thrust deeper into her.
"God you're tight, baby girl," I grunted, not sure how much more of this I could take. It was overwhelming. My body was overcome with pleasure. Just the skin on skin was enough to send me over the edge, but I wasn't going there without her.
Giving her her first orgasm was something I was determined to do. I wanted all her firsts and lasts. I wanted everything she was willing to give, and right now she was giving me her body and I was going to worship it.
Like it deserved to be worshiped.
I lifted her off the bed and was on my knees, pumping up into her while still rubbing her. Her hands ran down my back, my free hand planted firmly on her ass.
It was perfect and round, just the right size for my hand. Everything about her was perfect for me; the curve of her back, the shape of her ass and the size of her breasts. Then there was her personality, she was a spitfire.
Like I said, she was fucking perfect for me.
"Chase," She panted. "I don't know how much more of this I can take." She was gasping, and I knew she was right there. On the edge. And I was going to make sure she fell, and then I'd catch her.
"Come on baby girl, you're nearly there." I kept thrusting into her, faster, deeper.
I was losing myself in her. Forgetting I should be going slow. No, I was going fast and hard, taking everything and leaving nothing.
I kept rubbing her quicker, then she went stiff around me, her legs twitching, her body shaking in my arms, and she moaned my name. That pulled me apart. Hearing that, having her clench around me as she orgasmed.
I came with one last thrust and, for the first time ever, I came inside a woman without protection.
She went limp in my arms, panting, her hot breath on my neck, as her head was on my shoulder. I slowly moved off the bed and stood up, holding her.
I walked into the bathroom, flicking on the lights.
I was still inside her as I turned on the shower.
Her hand ran down my chest and she leaned back, staring at me. "I've always wanted to touch your tattoos."
I grinned at her. "You can touch all you want, sweetheart." She could do whatever she wanted after what she just let me do to her.
I felt the temperature of the water as she ran her fingers over my tattoos. Starting at my neck, over my chest, down my stomach, and then up to my shoulder, down my arms.
"They’re beautiful," she muttered out of amazement as she looked at each one.
I looked back at her, taking my attention off the water.
"You are." I kissed her cheek and then walked her into the shower.
She tilted her head back, letting the water run over her face and down her breasts. She really was beautiful, and incredibly hot. How did I find someone like her? So fucking perfect.
I slowly slid out of her, and she winced as I did.
"Sorry."
She leaned forward, placing her lips on mine, then she unlocked her legs from around and slid down me, our lips breaking apart.
"Thank you, Chase."
She was thanking me? Why? "For what?" I could only think of reasons for me to be thanking her. She had trusted me enough to give me her body and now that I had a taste, I was addicted, and she might not realize yet, but I wasn't letting anyone else get a taste of what I just had.
"For giving me the perfect first time." Her smile was electrifying then she turned around, her back to my chest as she reached for the soap.
"I was honored." I kissed the top of her head. I really needed a smoke now, but watching Chloe soap herself was much more worthwhile and I didn't keep my hands to myself either.
Chapter 30
Chloe's Point of View
I had a towel wrapped around me, and my eyes were on Chase's tattooed back as he was outside on the balcony smoking, watching the sun come up, a towel wrapped around his waist.
Perfect was one word for what just happened. I'd never been touched so intimately. I blushed again just thinking about it. I headed for my black lace nightie and dropped the towel, threading it on.
I had never been with anoth
er man. I knew it didn't get much better than that.
The way he held and kissed me made me feel like he really cared for me and it wasn't just a one-night stand.
The balcony door slid open, and my eyes bounced from the ground to him. Dear lord, it should be illegal to be that good-looking; those muscles and those tattoos.
"You tired?" he asked, looking at me with concern. "It doesn't look like you've been sleeping."
Was my lack of sleep that noticeable?
"I'm fine." I watched him put on his jeans then I picked up his shirt and handed it to him. Taking them off was much more fun.
"You should get some sleep." He took his shirt off me and then scooped up his leather vest. "I have to head into the clubhouse as I have got a meeting with Bones about this shooting with Oliver. But," he looked me in the eye. "I'll come back."
I nodded my head. Him coming back? Was that really going to happen? I was just one of the many. He had sex with tons of girls the last few weeks for sure. I couldn't expect him to be in this with commitment.
He had sex with me. He didn't propose.
"You don't have to." I looked away from him. The last thing I wanted was him feeling like he was forced to put up with me again. We had a great night, but that was it. I couldn't read more into it than that.
Chase wasn't used to women clinging to him. He didn't do girlfriends so there was no way in the world he would be sticking around for me.
"I want to." He walked over to me, tilting my head up to look him in the eye. What shone in his eyes were the complete opposite to how I was thinking. He looked down at me like he loved me. "Try and get some sleep while I'm gone."
Sleep? After what just happened? Not likely. There was a knock on the door, and Chase let go of me to get it.
"That will be the food I ordered for you." He walked to the door with his shirt undone, his leather vest over top, and he gave me a pointed look as he reached the door.
Geez, so I didn't eat for a couple of weeks. I didn't see the big deal. He, on the other hand, was treating it like I had been in a Third World country.
He opened up the door and I was just out of sight.
"Chase McKenzie?"
I didn't know that voice, but it sounded official. I would see who it was if I was wearing something more.
"Who wants to know?" Chase answered. They sounded like jerks, and they had only said his name so far.
"We’re looking for this woman, have you seen her?"
My eyes widened. Me. They were looking for me. It must be the police.
"Nope," he fired back at them.
"We have witnesses saying you had dinner with her last night?"
"Didn't know I was being watched." His voice was hard and terrifying. This wasn't the soft and gentle Chase that made love to me hours before. This was in your face, biker Chase that didn't give two shits about the law or what they stood for.
"You are a known criminal. You shouldn't be surprised. Now back to the woman. She was last seen with you in Cardigan and again last night. Clearly she has a connection with you, McKenzie so I'll ask again. Have you seen this woman? We know what the answer is so it's in your best interests not to lie."
"Like I said. No."
"Can we come in?"
Panic filled me. Shit. What do I do?
Chase's arm flung across the doorway. "If you have a warrant."
There was silence for a few minutes.
"Don't make this harder than needed, McKenzie."
I should give myself up. I should just let them drag me back home, back to being abused, back to the cult.
"Do you guys get off harassing young girls?" Chase's voice had an edge to it and it was coated with protection.
"This woman is wanted for assault of an officer, credit card fraud, and is now linked to bikers. I wouldn't say we are harassing anyone; we are getting a wanted criminal off our streets."
"I'm guessing I'm the biker link?"
"You would be guessing correctly."
"Well, don't you all jump to conclusions."
"We know you have the girl, McKenzie, and we will be watching you. You should tell her it would be in her best interests to come forward and not dwell with the unwanted. Here's a card, just in case you decide to do the right thing."
"As always, Officers, it's been a pleasure." Chase flicked the card back at them and then closed the door.
I took a deep breath in. I wanted to bolt, but Chase turned around, and his eyes had me pinned to the spot.
"Sit down." His voice was hard and he pointed to the bed.
I backed up until my legs hit the edge of the bed and I sat down.
"Start explaining." He stood in front of me, crossing his arms. His voice was calm and waiting.
Right. How do I explain this? I shook my head. "You should go; Bones and Oliver are waiting on you."
He shook his head, his eyes on me. "Don't even think you are getting out of this that easy."
"I have to book a flight." I got up and headed for my laptop, but he snatched it off the table before I got there.
"You would be flagged, Chloe. You won't have a chance of boarding a flight without being arrested. Now, explain to me how you got into this situation."
I was frustrated, tired and hungry, and fed up with the situation! I groaned and walked back to the bed.
"I don't know, okay? I just saw my picture on television. Joe must have put a warrant out for my arrest. He is now saying that the assault he got from you was from me, and I've been moving around town, hoping not to get arrested."
"So, this explains Maddie Preston."
"Yes."
"And the flying interstate today."
"Yes."
Chase groaned and ran a hand through his hair. "Well, you can't fly."
I didn't know that until now. Lucky for me, I had Chase to tell me that, otherwise I would be getting arrested at the airport.
"I know that now."
"You'll come with us." There was a determined look in his eyes. "They won't dare come near you while I'm with you."
"No. No way." I shook my head. "We have done the traveling together and it turned out awful."
"That was before."
"Before what?"
"Before I made you mine." The look in his eyes stunned me. He meant it. It was like he was never expecting me to leave his sight again.
Why did those four words get my heart pumping faster? My eyes widening and my pulse running? I shallowed sharply.
"The police will be watching you." I crossed my arms. "Joe will be watching you, and he isn't going to stop until I'm back at home to be his whipping pole."
Chase walked across the room and kneeled in front of me. He was so confident and knew what to do while I was melting down and panicking.
"Chloe," he brushed the stray hairs in front of my face behind my ear. "I'm not going to let him get near you."
I knew Joe and I knew what he was capable of. He would go to great lengths to get me back.
"Stay here and get some sleep. I'll be back." He gently lifted my head so I was looking him in the eye. "I promise you, no one is going to hurt you or arrest you."
I closed my eyes as he kissed me on the forehead, as if all my worries and concerns were gone now, as if he could take them all on board and deal with them. As if he would protect me from the world.
"Bye, Chase."
He stood up. "Are you okay?"
I was saying goodbye for the last time, but he didn't know that. I gave him a fake smile.
"I just need some sleep and something to eat," I lied and he nodded his head, believing it.
"I'll be back," he reassured me again. "Don't answer the door while I'm gone."
"I won't." I wasn't planning on being here much longer anyway.
"Bye, Chloe."
"Bye, Chase."
He looked torn at the door, as if to go or not. Please go. Please make this easier on me. I held b
ack the tears and put forward as much strength as I had left.
He nodded his head and opened the door and left.
I closed my eyes, letting the silent tears run down my cheeks. I had less than an hour to get out of here before the police were back with a warrant.
I needed to pack. Just like that, my past caught up with me. I was back on the run from Joe although this time, I wasn't just running from him, I was running from every member of the police force as well.
Of course he would go to great lengths to get me back. He would stop at nothing which was why I had to let Chase go. Chase was a target as long as I was with him.
They would look at him and find me. The last thing I wanted was to cause him any more problems so I opened up my suitcase and pulled out jeans and a top. It was time to start running again, although this time, I wasn't counting on running into a deadly handsome stranger to save me.
Chase's Point of View
"Just have it packed and ready to go, Oliver. I want to be on the road by this afternoon." I spoke into the phone while walking back into the hotel. It was after twelve and I was planning on getting Chloe and then leaving.
"I don't see what the rush is,” Oliver grumbled into the phone. He just didn't want to pack up all our stuff and load it into the van. "And I'm only just out of hospital, so I don't see why I have to load the van."
"You're the youngest."
"Not by choice!"
"Fine, get Archie to help you. Just be ready to leave when I get back." I pressed the elevator door.
"He won't help me."
"Fine, get Dan."
Oliver scoffed. "I have more chances of getting Marc to help me than Dan."
The elevator doors opened up and I walked in, feeling more frustrated by my little brother every minute that passed. "Fine, who do you want to help you?"
"Declan."
"Get Declan then." I pressed the floor again, impatient.
"He will hate this." I could hear the grin on Oliver's face. "Where are you anyway?"
"Getting someone." I muttered. "Tell Declan it's an order too and if he has a problem with it, get him to call me."
"He is going to be loving you." Oliver laughed.
I hung up the phone and walked to Chloe's door. I knocked. Hopefully the police hadn't been back to harass her; I was going to have to do something about that. This stepfather had to be dealt with. If he wanted to harass Chloe, he was harassing me and I didn't take it lightly when someone got on my bad side.