Rough Love

by Laura Morgan

  If I was his, then it meant that he was mine, and I was going to make sure he knew not to mess me around or cheat on me like he had with Dita.

  Chapter Five

  After our lovely meal, Tobin and I went across the street to a welcoming looking country pub. Inside, the décor and feel of the place was warm and neutral, far from the black covered walls and its leather-clad punters I was used to, but I liked it. Although we were new faces, the locals seemed okay with us intruding on their late-night pints, so I even felt comfortable enough to lean into Tobin’s hold and let him slide an arm around my waist, finally settling into the idea of being his girlfriend.

  After buying our drinks, we took a seat in a huge sofa near a softly burning fireplace. The warmth was lovely and it wasn’t long before I found myself snuggling into Tobin’s arms. We chatted about everything and nothing, laughing together so effortlessly that I forgot all about the other people around us. It felt good. Amazing actually.

  When he later headed off to the bathroom, I checked my phone for any texts or calls from my father or brothers. There was nothing, which was highly unusual, but I was actually glad that they weren’t pestering us.

  “Hey, excuse me,” a voice then said from over my shoulder, and I looked back to find two women around my age standing staring at me with girly grins on their overly made-up faces. “Erm, are you going out with that biker guy?” the same one asked, twirling her fake-blonde hair in her fingers. I smiled and nodded, taking a good look at the girl and her friend, and I couldn’t help but cringe when they decided to take a seat on the sofa beside ours. They were the sort of girls I’d endured my entire life. Promiscuous and dressed in a way that screamed ‘daddy issues’, and with all the personality of a cocker spaniel—bouncy and so eager for attention they’ll do whatever tricks you want. I know I was being judgemental, but I’d seen these girls by hundreds and none were any different than the last.

  “Yeah,” I replied.

  “Cool, does he know any single biker blokes?” she asked with a sultry smile. I knew my guys would eat those girls for breakfast, but I maintained my cool and nodded again.

  “Yeah.” I was really pushing the boat out with the responses, but I wasn’t sure how much interest Tobin wanted in the club from the locals, so was glad when he came back over and hovered behind me. I looked up and caught him watching the two new arrivals with intrigue.

  “Hello ladies, what can I do you for?” he asked politely, offering them one of his trademark grins, and they both giggled overdramatically.

  “We were just wondering if you guys were passing through, or if you were staying in the town? We heard that a bike club was gonna be moving in and we’re regulars here so wondered if it was true,” the blonde replied, lifting her chest in a clear attempt to get Tobin’s eyes off of me and down to her clearly stuffed cleavage. It didn’t work.

  “Yeah, we’ve got a new place not far from here. How about next time my boys come up we give you a text with the time and place? You can bring along any friends you think might like to come and give us a warm welcome,” Tobin replied and she positively jumped for joy in her seat. I handed Miss Giggly Blonde my phone to put in her number, and smirked when I saw the name she had typed in.

  “Sunny Skye?” I asked, trying not to roll my eyes at her porn-star pseudonym.

  “That’s right, and tell your friends I’m a model,” Sunny answered and I just nodded, stashing my phone back in my pocket. We then quickly said our goodbyes to her and her friend, and Tobin tucked me under his arm. He waved to the bartender on the way out—another of his new contacts in the village I had no doubt—and then led me from the pub.

  Outside, I climbed onto the bike behind him, loving how I felt so used to riding with him already. I then slid my hands into the front pockets of his jacket and held them tightly in readiness for heading back to the new clubhouse. Tobin turned back before sliding on his helmet, peering over his shoulder at me with a wicked grin.

  “Hold on tighter, babe. I wanna go fast,” he told me, and laughed when I then yanked my hands from his pockets and linked them closed around his stomach. “In fact, just to be safe,” he added, pulling my legs up off the pegs and around the front of his hips so that I was completely wrapped around him. Before I could say or do anything in response to his move, he roared the bike to life and we were off.

  Tobin wasn’t joking when he’d said to hold on. The town whizzed away in a heartbeat and before I could even think straight we were amidst the darkness of the country roads. I don’t even know how fast we went, but my insides felt as though I was on a rollercoaster going upside-down.

  When we then came to a stop outside the dark clubhouse, it took me a few moments to catch my breath, but Tobin didn’t seem to mind sitting with me a little longer. In fact, he spun me around him so that we were then facing each other. I ended up perched in front of the handles of his bike, my back arched by the gas tank so that I was uncontrollably pressing against him.

  My cold fingers clung to the lapels of his cut, curling around the rough edges of the leather. My legs were still wrapped around his waist and when he pulled off his helmet and then mine and peered down at me, I was speechless.

  His kiss was sudden and fierce. I’d seen those sorts of kisses on TV and read about them in books for years, but had never experienced anything like it in real life before. It was what some might call a kiss full of want, need, desperation, and lust. There was no denying how much he wanted me, and while I was excited, flattered, and even turned on by it, I was still scared.

  I knew what would happen if we kept it up. We would end up climbing into bed together when we got inside. There would be no stopping us a second time, no backing out, and anxiety speared in my gut. I wasn’t ready. Not quite yet. I trembled, whether from the cold or my fear I couldn’t be sure, but Tobin felt it and lifted us both off the bike effortlessly. Leaving our kiss on pause, he settled me down on the gravelly floor and I followed him over to the door. I then peered up into his dark face when he hesitated, his hands twirling his keyring in circles around his finger.

  “What’s up?” I asked.

  “You know how the clubhouse back home is just called ‘the clubhouse’?” he asked, and I nodded. “Well, I figured this place needs its own name so that everyone knows where we are talking about, or which clubhouse we are meeting at.” He stepped forward and peeled the plastic coating from a sign on the door I hadn’t even noticed was there. I tried to think back to whether it had been there when we’d arrived a couple of nights before, but I had no idea.

  As the printed image beneath the wrapping became clear, I gasped and let out a girly sigh I wanted to kick myself for. On a black background sat a reddy-orange flower that looked almost like a daisy, but I knew right away that it wasn’t.

  “It’s a dahlia,” I said, staring up at Tobin wide-eyed.

  It made sense to have the sign there on the door rather than out front where our clubs presence could be understated and almost invisible from the road. Tobin couldn’t have put a marker up on the old hanging post where the pub sign would’ve gone back when it was a normal pub, as people would see it so might wander in thinking we were just another bar, and even I knew we simply couldn’t have that.

  “Yep, I’ve named this clubhouse after you. I want us to live here and oversee the running of it together. I might own the house, but everything inside—what it means and the purpose it serves—is for the club, and for you,” he told me, grinning broadly. “I meant everything I said before about respecting you and wanting this to be right between us. Together we can do amazing things, Dahlia. I just know it. We can live here and go back to your dad’s whenever we’re needed, but can have meetings here and the prospects can run the bar while your father and I deal with business. You will be free to live your life by my side rather than under your dad’s thumb. What do you say?”

  Every ounce of fear left me in that moment and it suddenly dawned on me how Tobin was so much more than I’d ever thought
he was before. He’d done all of this for the club, but also for me. He wanted to give me a good life with him. For me to love him and be happy by his side. I trusted that he didn’t want for me to end up just another old lady, sat at home while he went about club business and told me nothing. From what he’d said, I’d have direct involvement in taking care of the club members. My club. My family. It would be like the morning before with my brothers and father. Something real and an opportunity to care for them all because I wanted to, not because I was expected to.

  I didn’t answer him. I couldn’t find the words to describe how he’d made me feel over the last two days. His words had been the icing on the cake and I knew what I wanted. Who I wanted. I climbed up onto my tiptoes and pinned Tobin to the wall behind him, kissing him with such intense passion that my head spun. I then giggled when he pulled my legs up and around that waist of his again, our lips locked as he finally got the door open and carried us inside. He slammed it shut behind us and locked it again, all the while kissing and holding me tight. Our bodies were so close the heat coming off us was overwhelming, so I soon longed to shed our clothes and let my body follow his heat’s lead. I wanted what I knew he could give me in abundance.

  Anxiety bloomed inside of me again, but I didn’t stop my kisses, and was grateful when Tobin took the hint. He carried me upstairs without putting on any of the lights, knowing his way even in the dark, and then set me down at the top of the stairs.

  The bedroom was pitch black as we clambered inside, stripping off our coats and jumpers as we went, our lips never far from one another’s. Before I knew it, we were standing there in just our underwear, lips still locked and hands going everywhere, but I wasn’t afraid any more. I wanted it to be right and to feel good, how I had always dreamed, and so far Tobin was hitting every mark perfectly. There was just one thing I needed first.

  “Can I just have a minute?” I murmured, stepping back and peering up into the darkness in search of his pale blue eyes.

  “As long as your minute doesn’t turn into you trying to run off again?” he replied, his tone sincere even behind the jokiness, and I was glad. He wasn’t pressuring me, or making fun of my fight or flight response from the last time we’d been together naked.

  “I promise, I just want a quick shower. I feel yucky,” I told him, and then felt my way over to the en-suite in the dark. Tobin said nothing more, nor did he follow me inside, and I was grateful for the moment to reconnect with my thoughts.

  Running the hot water, I climbed in and made quick work of washing my hair. As I lathered up and washed my body from head to toe, I’m sure I took somewhere close to one hundred deep breaths to calm myself down. I’d always known that my first time would be scary though, so put my anxiety down to just nerves rather than anything else.

  I wanted Tobin. I was absolutely sure of it, and as I washed between my thighs I could feel my body’s readiness to carry on where we’d left off. I was tender and sensitive, wetter than I’d ever been before. Every one of my senses were heightened. My skin was tingling and desperate to be touched, and when I shut off the shower I dried myself with an awkward smile. I was ready.

  Tobin wandered in just as I was finishing drying off, making me jump, but he simply grinned and kissed my shoulder with a gentle, appreciative touch. His loving gesture sent my body reeling with fresh hormones, and I accidentally dropped one side of the towel I was using to the floor. As I stood naked before him I didn’t shy away though. I dropped the other edge of the towel and Tobin watched me, biting his lip as he saw my body react to the sudden chill. My nipples hardened and I could see his eyes on them. He seemed to enjoy having caught sight of my bare body in the bright light of the bathroom, but I suddenly felt embarrassed. It was a stark contrast to the dark bedroom and I cringed.

  “You’re so beautiful,” he groaned, slipping off his boxers to reveal his very ready hard-on, and I blushed. Tobin said nothing else, though. He didn’t bring any attention to my reaction, nor did he come closer. He simply climbed into the shower and re-started the jets, watching me through the glass door as he washed himself and I knew he was making sure he was prepped for me too. While he washed, I plaited and tied up my auburn hair, still naked. I could feel his eyes on me the entire time I fiddled with my long braid and brushed my teeth, and the entire experience provoked reactions in me I’d never had before. I felt powerful, sexy, and beautiful. Tobin was the one making me feel that way and I wanted him to know I felt the same about him too.

  When he finally climbed out of the shower, dripping wet and sexy as hell, I threw him a towel and then wandered back into the bedroom while he dried himself off. There, I flicked on the bedside lamp and then lay down under the covers in wait. My entire body was buzzing, full of every emotion imaginable, but I knew I was finally prepared for what was about to happen.

  Tobin climbed into bed beside me and he leaned up on one elbow, watching my reaction as he ran his free hand over my face, neck, and then down to my stomach. He leaned in and kissed me hard, just like before, and I swooned. When he pushed me back against the pillow and climbed over me between my legs I couldn’t help from trembling, but he kept his hardness away and continued to just kiss me. When his hand found my nipple I moaned loudly in response, unable to help it, and Tobin laughed against my mouth.

  “You like that?” he asked, pinching the delicate bud gently and rolling the flesh between his fingers in a move that had me arching my back in response. I was shocked how a pinch there could cause a wave of pleasure to surge through my belly. I’d never imagined anything like it and I moaned loudly again as he ducked beneath the covers and his mouth moved downwards. He then pressed it against my other nipple, licking and sucking it into his mouth, while his fingers continued working at the other side. I was in heaven. My breathing ragged. Never in my life had I felt the way Tobin was making me feel. Never before had I explored my body or discovered the carnal pleasure that awaited me in private. I hadn’t thought it was appropriate, but my only fully lucid thought was how foolish I’d been not to experiment and explore my own body for all those years. How many times had I felt the heat burning between my thighs and ignored it? Too many. Far too many…

  After a few minutes of that amazing attention to my nipples, Tobin then slid his hand down between my thighs and it was his turn to moan as he discovered just how ready I was for him. Even I could tell how hot and wet it’d become down there as his fingertips glided across my untouched skin, stroking his way against my folds without any resistance from my body. Before I knew it he had one inside of me. It caressed me gently, tenderly seeking out unchartered realms just an inch at first, then deeper. When he began sliding it in and out, again and again, I opened my legs wider. I needed it. Wanted it. All thought left me as Tobin took my body and made it his. When he then disappeared beneath the covers and his mouth suddenly joined his hand between the apex of my thighs, I cried out. Tobin sucked and tickled the swollen bead there, while a second finger joined in the fun inside of me, and I writhed wildly on the bed. I moaned, shocking myself with how loud I called his name as I came for him, hard. It was my very first orgasm, but it was absolutely the most amazing experience I’d ever had, and was quickly followed by a second when Tobin refused to release my body from his grip. He continued on regardless of my release and quickly had me seeing stars.

  “Shit, oh my God!” was all I could manage as I came undone at his command. When I was breathless and spent, Tobin kissed my stomach and breasts in a wordless meander back up towards my face.

  “I’ve never tasted something so sweet, nor have I felt perfection like this. I’ve never seen a woman so flawless as you, Dahlia,” he groaned against me, while I laughed shyly and snuggled into him. “We don’t have to do anything else, you know? I just want to lie by your side and watch you sleep. I want to keep you safe and be with you. I made you a promise, and I’m sticking to it,” he said, staring down at me.

  I knew with absolute certainty that he would back off if I said so a
nd felt empowered by his promise. I appreciated his effort, but it was no use. No matter that he’d already given me one of my many firsts, I wanted more. I had to have him.

  “After what you just did, you’re not going anywhere,” I whispered, curling my body so that I pressed my still trembling core against him invitingly and Tobin inhaled sharply. His body responded in an instant, telling me he wanted more of me too.

  “I’m clean, and I know you’re on the injection. But, I need to know you’re sure, though?” he checked, looking into my eyes as though he had to be absolutely certain, so I decided to be brave and show him I meant every word. I reached down and took his hard-on in my hand. At first, I wasn’t all that sure what to do with it so I fondled his heavy shaft with a clueless grip, and guessed how to administer the right strokes, but he seemed to enjoy it, so I carried on.

  “Absolutely sure,” I whispered after a few minutes. I then kissed his lips and guided him towards my still soaked and sensitive opening, leaning back so he could climb over me on the bed again. Tobin was trembling as he lifted himself up, waiting as though forcing himself to take it slow, but once he seemed sure there were no doubts to come from me, he let his body fit itself against mine.

  After dipping the tip in and out a few times, he then properly let himself go. He pushed inside with one final, deep plunge, and although pain seared through my core at the intrusion, I didn’t stop him. Tobin’s eyes never left mine as he moved slowly inside of me. He even kissed away the one stray tear that fell down onto my temple after the initial shock of pain had hit.

  “I’ll never hurt you again,” he whispered as he swayed back and forth inside me, going slow and gentle and I kissed his soft lips in response. I then wrapped my legs around his waist to welcome him deeper when the pain began to subside, which was when Tobin took the hint and let himself speed up. He was still being careful not to go too fast or too deep, but I was happy and relaxed regardless of the ache.