Rough Love

by Laura Morgan

  He seemed to sense it and he found his rhythm, making love to me for a while before he then released inside of me. When he bucked and stilled he remained pressed against me, our bodies sticky with sweat, each of us trembling. I was still aching from my releases and the twinge that still throbbed deep within after my first time, but the wonderful intensity of it was amazing. I was smiling so wide that Tobin couldn’t seem to help but grin back when he caught me.

  “You okay?” he asked, sliding back and out of me. He gently wiped me clean with a towel he must’ve had at the ready and cleaned himself up, all the while watching me intently. He then lay down beside me and wrapped me in his arms.

  “More than okay,” I replied, snuggling into his embrace. I could’ve sworn I heard a sigh of relief come from him, but I didn’t want to check to make sure. Our first time together was exactly what we’d both wanted all along. The previous attempt was just a bump in the road caused by my dad getting far too involved in my personal life than he ought to have and I was truly glad I’d spoken up that night.

  After a few minutes, the slickness between my legs started to irk me, so I slid out of Tobin’s hold and scurried off to the bathroom. I took another shower and washed away the small smear of blood left between my thighs after our lovemaking with a gentle swish of my hand against my tender folds, but was glad I wasn’t overly sore. I felt tired though. Aching from the inside out, but overall I was good. More than good, I felt incredible.

  Tobin had a quick shower after me again too, while I climbed back into bed and pulled the covers up around my neck, waiting patiently for him to finish and come back to me. He did, and together we then slept so soundly it was as though I’d blinked and it was morning again.

  My body was achy and still a little tender as I came out of my drowsiness, but the soreness was a welcome reminder of Tobin’s gorgeous body, his amazing touch, and of how I had finally become a woman thanks to him. In spite of everything, it had happened, and I felt wonderful.

  Chapter Six

  “Does this mean we have to go home now?” I asked Tobin when we were sat opposite one another at the kitchen table later that morning, drinking coffee and eating cereal together. He was sitting opposite me and had his hands on my ankles, which he’d pulled up and placed either side of him on the bench so that he effectively sat between my legs. His hands caressed my calves and feet in hard, yet carefully pressured sweeps to help massage them and it felt amazing. I had the notion he wanted his hands on me at all times because he’d been the same all morning, and I relished in his attentiveness.

  “What Garret doesn’t know won’t hurt him,” he replied, grinning roguishly at me from over his cookie cereal. “I’m not quite ready to give you up yet, babe.” I couldn’t help but beam in response. I was glad to hear he was in no rush to get back to the crazy normality that was still technically home. Back there, we would be surrounded by the club members, and it would be back to business as usual for Tobin. I wouldn’t have his undivided attention like I had at the new clubhouse and wasn’t ready to give him up yet either.

  “I like your thinking,” I replied, watching him with a smile.

  “I say we stay for as long as we can get away with it. This is gonna be your home, after all, so we’ll just call this your settling in period. We do need to go and buy you some new clothes for the time being, though,” he added with a smirk. I nodded in agreement, but then fixed him with the hardest, most stern stare I could manage. Forcing my good mood aside to play the part of the angry girl.

  “Now then, Tobin Stone. You haven’t actually asked me if I would like to move in with you, or if I would like to marry you. No more calling me your fiancée and less of the expectations about me moving in, okay. I think we both know I deserve a lot more wooing, thank you very much,” I teased, my eyes alight. I then revelled in his surprised look.

  “Shit, you’re right!” he conceded, placing one hand on his heart and bowing his head. “Please accept my sincerest apologies, my lady.”

  “You’re forgiven,” I replied with an air of grace to my tone, playing along. “And I suppose that seeing as you have named this place after me, I should at least consider your offer to live here, but don’t take it for granted that I’m staying,” I warned. I needed to keep my little bit of power where I could and Tobin seemed to pick up on it right away. He shook his head profusely.

  “Absolutely not. But I must insist that we get you some new clothes, I’m so sick of that god awful cardigan now,” he joked, leaping back as I swiped at him with a pretend slap. He did have a point though. It was time I ditched the frumpy, old lady clothes I’d always used to hide in and tried dressing like the twenty year old I was.

  Within an hour, we were back in the nearby town. Even though I could tell he hated shopping, Tobin stayed with me while I wandered the small precinct and picked up a few new outfits. When I was finally finished, he pulled me into the nearest coffee shop and breathed a sigh of relief that it was over.

  “Come on, I didn’t take that long!” I insisted, but then took in the amount of bags we were carrying between us and quickly changed the subject rather than admit I’d indulged. Tobin was a perfect gentleman though, so apart from a little teasing, he left the subject alone. I loved laughing and talking with him so easily and was glad things hadn’t become awkward after our night of passion. I wasn’t sure what else I’d expected though. A huge sign over my head? For someone to turn up and hand me a certificate stating my acceptance into womanhood? For him to be congratulated by every other man we passed on the street?

  I was getting lost in my own head again so the conversation ran dry, but it wasn’t uncomfortable silence. Far from it. For a while, we just sat back and watched the world go by as we ate our cakes and drank coffee. We chatted a little more here and there, but we were both simply content to enjoy our moment and I loved watching Tobin as he people-watched. He took in everything and everyone around him. Not missing a beat.

  Tobin was a confident and powerful man. He was as intimidating as any of the other club members despite him not being as tall or muscly as some of the others. Everyone noticed him and not just because of the cut or the tattoos. The girls in the town had all watched him as they passed us. I’d caught many of them whispering to one another or giggling like idiots, but he seemed so used to the attention he either didn’t notice or had learned to ignore them.

  Part of me wanted to snuggle into him tighter just to rub it in that he was with me, but for one, I wasn’t that cocky, and two, I knew those girls didn’t stand a chance with someone like Tobin. Any of his club brothers would’ve gone over and asked for phone numbers if they were being ogled at like that, and I knew how when we’d be sat in the same coffee shop a few months later with them, they’d be doing just that. Not Tobin. Whoever those women were that he’d cheated on Dita with, I figured they must’ve been special. I also knew they couldn’t have been club regulars otherwise there would’ve been trouble. Part of me wondered if he’d gone to a prostitute, or had one-night-stands while away on club business, just like his own father had seemingly done all those years ago with his mother, and I hated the idea.

  “What are you thinking about?” I asked, basking in his gaze when he turned those amazing blue eyes of his on me. Excitement swelled within me, the memory of the previous night coming back in full force, and I loved that we’d shared so much in just the short time we’d grown closer.

  “I was remembering what we were doing twelve hours ago,” he teased, seeming to have been thinking about it too and I grinned. “And how I want to do it again. Can we head back to Dahlia’s now?” Tobin then asked with a wink. He leaned closer and tucked my hair behind my ear before whispering into it seductively. “I’d quite like to get you naked.”

  “One last stop and I’m all yours,” I replied, grinning widely when he shook his head and gave me a pleading look. “No more clothes shops I promise. I just figured out what the new clubhouse, I mean Dahlia’s, is missing,” I told him. I smiled w
hen I corrected myself, because it sounded so big headed calling the new place after me, but just hoped in time that I’d get used to it.

  We left the café and headed towards where his bike was parked, but on the way, I pulled Tobin into our last shop. It was an electronics place, so full with tech and gadgets that my inner geek purred. I found my desired item with ease and paid the cashier, shaking my head when Tobin asked to see what I’d bought. “It’s a surprise.”

  When we got back, I quickly put my new clothes away in a ready and waiting chest of drawers and wardrobe while Tobin took a shower. I knew for sure then how the room I’d slept in those first three nights was from then onwards going to be mine and Tobin’s room. Ours. I smiled to myself, still shocked at how everything had panned out, but I wouldn’t have changed it for the world.

  I grabbed the last of my shopping bags and opened up my newest gadget. After playing with it for a few minutes, it was ready, so I ran downstairs excitedly. I then ducked behind the wooden bar and began fiddling with the cables before Tobin had even finished his wash.

  “Where are you, babe?” he called from the bedroom a few minutes later, and I could hear him opening and closing his drawers, looking for some clothes, before padding downstairs to find me. As his foot hit the bottom step, I hit play on the new MP3 player I’d bought for Dahlia’s while we were in town. One of the rock albums I’d just purchased online and synced to the device then filled the entire downstairs floor. I could hear Tobin laughing as he neared me and by the time I clambered to my feet again, he was standing on the other side of the bar in wait. He stared at me with those baby blues I was rapidly falling in love with. “God you’re such a geek,” he said, but I simply shrugged.

  I then handed him a beer from the under-counter fridge and grabbed a can of cola for myself. I was glad when he didn’t make a comment about my choice of soft drink. I’d had quite a few glasses of wine over the previous three nights. Well, a few for me, and wasn’t all that bothered about drinking any more.

  Next, I headed around the bar, but didn’t go to him. Instead, I went to the couch, where I relaxed into it and let the sounds of my favourite band wash over me with a smile. Tobin joined me, which was exactly what I’d wanted, and as soon as he sat down beside me I climbed into his lap, straddling him with a nerve I didn’t know I had. We kissed fervently, so deep and passionately that I could feel my body aching for him again but ignored it and focussed on him instead. Tobin’s erection was pressing into my thigh with such tenacity that I knew he needed seeing to. When I released him and began stroking, he inhaled sharply, letting me know he was in board with my plan.

  “Show me how you like it,” I said, cupping and pulling in the way he directed while he groaned in response. He was huge, something I was still getting used to, but I loved the softness of it. I hadn’t expected the skin to be smooth. I’m not sure what I had expected, but I wrapped my hands in a tight grip and moved them up and down like he directed, finding myself getting off on watching him come undone because of me and my actions. His hands were inside my knickers before I could even take them off, and the next thing I knew they were gliding in and out of me like they had the night before.

  “Fuck,” he cried as he came all over my jeans, while I laughed awkwardly at the mess he’d made. This was another thing I hadn’t been prepared for, however Tobin was too distracted to notice my surprise. He pulled out his delving fingers so I could peel off my dirty trousers and then had me back in his lap so fast I shrieked in surprise. “Lay down,” he ordered, turning us so I lay lengthways along the soft leather on my stomach. He then nestled himself behind me.

  I felt embarrassed when Tobin slid my knickers down, knowing he was getting an eyeful of not just the front but the back too, however he didn’t seem to care at all. He slipped his hand between my thighs and rubbed my tender clit, causing my hips to move with him instinctively, and together we then moved to a delicious rhythm. When he slid backwards and two fingers crept inside my wet opening, I kept up the movement. I’d found my flow, and it wasn’t long before I was panting and bucking, my release imminent. I came hard when his other hand began strumming at my swollen clit again and screamed his name when he withdrew and his somehow hard and ready to be satisfied again cock filled the space where his fingers had been.

  Tobin took me effortlessly from behind in hard thrusts and he didn’t hold back this time. I cried out at the fullness, but didn’t stop him. It was a pleasurable invasion I was still growing accustomed to and I didn’t want it to end. My body clenched around him tightly and even though the tender muscles still resisted his presence, it didn’t hurt anything like it had the night before. When he picked up speed and began pummelling me harder, I suddenly climaxed around him and he stilled, which was when I felt the throb of his release inside of me.

  “You drive me crazy, Dahlia. So fucking crazy,” he mumbled, laying kisses across my back as he pulled away. I couldn’t respond. I was an elated mess, downright exhausted and unable to utter a single syllable in response, yet thrilled beyond words.

  After a quick clean up, we lay down together on the sofa and listened quietly to the thrum of music still blaring out all around us. Tobin had me wrapped up so tightly that I felt safe and protected, more so than ever before, and I had to agree that he’d been right all along. We were perfect together, exactly the right fit and balance that it was already impossible to imagine my life without him.

  “Ask me and I’ll say yes,” I murmured, feeling sleepy, and I felt Tobin lean down and kiss my forehead gently.

  “Will you be my girlfriend?” he asked, laughing at how ridiculous it sounded, but he also seemed to know I needed him to say it and for me to say yes off my own back. Something inside of me still felt as though I was a gift my dad had given to his right-hand-man, and I wanted to at least feel as though some of it had been my idea.

  “Yes,” I replied, looking up at him with a smile.

  “And, will you move in with me? I couldn’t bear living here without you. This place won’t mean a thing without you in it,” he then added, his voice so soft and full of emotion that I twisted around so that I could kneel between his legs.

  “Well, dur! Of course I will, I thought that was obvious,” I replied, grinning and planting deep kisses on his full lips. Tobin pulled me into him, pinning me to his chest and hips, while his hands ran down every inch of me. I knew I was being a tease, but I meant what I’d told him before. I needed to maintain a little bit of control otherwise something deep inside of me knew I would eventually explode.

  ***

  We spent the next five days in our amazing bubble. We made love in every room of the house and sometimes for hours on end. Tobin taught me how to express myself without any words as we explored one another’s bodies and learned how each other ticked. I soon came to realise, thanks to our privacy, that I happened to be rather vocal when it came to our bedroom antics. I blushed and cringed inwardly every time I screamed Tobin’s name or begged him for more in the throes of passion, but he never seemed to care. In fact, he kept telling me off for holding back or being embarrassed about it.

  “It’s always the quiet ones, don’t worry,” he told me, running his hand up over my stomach. He caressed each of my breasts while kissing the inside of my thighs, watching as I came down from another of my glorious highs.

  We were in the kitchen and I was sat on the table before him, my legs wide open and I was stark naked, but I had completely stopped worrying about showing off my body to my lovely new man. It felt as though Tobin had made it his mission to make me feel good about myself. He’d never pushed me further than I was ready, nor did he ever tease me harshly about my shyness or timid ways. He was leading me into womanhood and I gladly followed, feeling on top of the world.

  I truly believed he’d enjoyed having me to himself that week and was pleased to see that when his phone finally rang, he seemed in no rush to head back to the club. Reality kicked back in as soon as he answered though, and my heart sank.<
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  “Yeah, okay. We’ll be there,” was all I could hear of his side of the conversation. I pouted and climbed down from the table, grabbing my dress from the counter as I went. I started clearing up, guessing that the call meant we’d have to leave our little fortress soon and I knew he’d like everything to be clean and tidy before we set off back home.

  “What time?” I asked when he’d ended the call, running the hot tap to wash the dishes.

  “It’s Thomas’s birthday celebration, plus your dad’s called a meeting at eight o’clock. We need to set off in about an hour, babe,” Tobin replied. He wrapped his arms around me from behind and nestled himself into my back, kissing my neck softly. I could tell he was just as disappointed as I was and that we’d both need a push to get us back home before my father came down on us both for taking the piss.

  I forced myself to step away from his hold and set about the house picking up discarded clothing and carrying it over to the hamper. I wiped down the bar tables and chairs while he grabbed the hoover and took my unspoken hint. We moved silently and so in sync, but I even enjoyed those moments and it wasn’t long before we’d finished. I then showered and climbed into my skinny jeans and pulled on a blue shirt, the colour of which was the perfect match for Tobin’s eyes, so was the sole reason I’d bought it.

  After checking and double-checking the locks, we then climbed onto his bike and sped off. I gripped Tobin tightly as he rode back into town and buried my head in his back, feeling sad that our time of solace was over. He didn’t seem to mind one little bit. When the roads were clear, instead of speeding away like when we’d ridden out, he meandered down the straights and slid one hand down to his hip so he could grip mine tenderly. He was in no rush either.