by Lilly Atlas
As they reached the stairs, Striker moved his hand from her waist to interlock it with hers. She held on tight and enjoyed the way he seemed to always want to be physically connected to her. Neither spoke on the way to his room, and Lila wondered what was going through his mind. When they arrived at the room, he unlocked the door, and guided her through before him.
The room was simple, but a comfortable size. In the far corner, a queen-sized bed rested along the wall, with a night table and lamp adjacent. Across the room, a small dresser was pushed against the opposite wall. To her left was the entrance to his personal bathroom, the best feature in her opinion. Posters and pictures of various bikes covered the walls. A fair portion of them included scantily clad women draped over those bikes.
Lila barely had time to take it all in when she heard the lock on the door snick in place behind her. Striker grabbed her around her waist and spun her to face him. Reversing their positions, he backed her against the door and claimed her mouth. She melted, and sighed in pleasure when his tongue found hers. For a long time, he kissed her deeply, stroking his hands along her arms, and up farther until they framed her face.
The kiss was drugging, and Lila lost herself in the passion of it. Surprisingly, Striker kept his hands on her face, and a few inches of space between their bodies. This encounter felt more emotionally charged than sexual. After a few minutes Striker eased away, his large hands still framing her face. Ice blue eyes bored into hers, and she was helpless to do anything but stare at him.
“Dr. Emerson, I think you’re fucking amazing.”
Lila couldn’t prevent the thrill that bubbled up at Striker’s sincere words. He was so handsome standing there, gazing at her like she really was amazing. Unsure of what to say she silently stared back at him.
“There’s a lot we have to talk about, but I need to get one thing clear first,” Striker said, his expression taking on a serious air.
“What’s that?”
“Tell me what Brandi said to you.”
Oh that. She’d forgotten about Brandi when the excitement with Hook started, and now wished they could just let it go.
“She alluded to you and her being together, quite recently.” Lila stared down at her shoes hoping he’d accept her explanation, and wouldn’t pursue it further. Her feet looked tiny in her girly sandals compared to his clunky riding boots. Strange thing to notice at the moment, but it made her feel feminine.
“Babe.” There was a warning quality to his voice, one that told her he wasn’t buying her half-baked explanation.
Lila wanted to sink through the floor. “It’s embarrassing for me to say. Look we only just got together so if what she said is true, it’s not even any of my business.”
“Lila, do I have to go ask Marcie to tell me?”
“No. No! God, that would be even more embarrassing. I’ll tell you.” She blushed and closed her eyes, unable to look at him as she repeated Brandi’s words. “Okay, she said she still had beard burn on her thighs from you. Happy?”
When he didn’t say anything for a time, Lila’s stomach twisted. . He hadn’t moved away, his body was still intimately pressed up against hers. But she wondered what was brewing in his mind, and cracked one eye open.
“She fucking said that?” He looked furious. His jaw ticked, nostrils flared, and his hands tightened on her body.
The other eye flew open. “She did. You can ask Marcie if you want. I’d never make something like that up.”
“Oh no, baby, I believe you. I knew she was a bitch. I just didn’t realize she was also so stupid.”
Lila snorted at that.
“I fucked her once.”
She grimaced at his blunt words and wished they were talking about anything else. Lila struggled a bit in attempt to put some distance between them, but he just gripped her shoulders tighter and forced her to look at him.
“No, babe, we’re going to have this conversation so it can be over and done, and we never have to visit it again. I fucked her once, six months ago. I had and continue to have no interest in a second go around.”
Lila remained silent, but she raised her eyes to search his, finding truth in his words.
“I’m thirty-six Lila, I’ve lived fast and wild for a long time, but I know how to tell when I have something important. Yes, this is new, but you’re in my head in a way I don’t think I’ve ever experienced. You are not just another fuck to me. And while whatever this is lasts, I will not screw around on you.”
“Striker,” she whispered, emotion thickened her voice.
He placed a finger across her lips to quiet her. His words weren’t flowery or poetic; they were raw and real, just like the man. But they were romantic in a sense; their sincerity made them so.
Lila knew he was asking her to trust him, to trust in their connection, and trust that he wouldn’t hurt her. She did trust him, completely, and needed him to know that. What better way to let him know she had complete faith in him, than to show him?
Lila drew his finger into her mouth and lightly raked her teeth across the pad at the tip, before swirling her tongue around it and sucking lightly. His eyes darkened and smoldered with instant desire, and his impressive erection grew between them, pressing against her stomach. Her provocative act wasn’t only affecting him; her nipples pebbled against the satin of her bra. The soft material abraded the sensitive points and made her hungry for more.
Emboldened by Striker’s obvious arousal, Lila released his finger, and slid her palms slowly up his chest, under the leather of his cut. With a gentle push, she nudged him backward until his legs bumped the side of the bed. Her hands trembled slightly as she glided them back down to unbutton his jeans. She gave him a sexy half smile and inched the zipper down, slowly so as not to injure the bulge straining to burst free.
“What are you doin’, babe?” he asked as her hands slipped into his jeans and around to his ass, working the fabric over his hips and down his legs.
Lila didn’t answer. She took the time to maneuver his black boxer briefs over his ass, and down to join the jeans around his ankles. The skin of his taught buttocks was warm and smooth beneath her greedy hands, and she wanted to linger, but had a more important prize in mind. Shifting her eyes downward, she admired the thick erection rising from between his powerful legs as though begging for her touch. Lila wrapped her hand around him and squeezed as she finally replied, “I’m trying to break that control you love so much.”
“Fuck,” he said on a groan. His eyelids dropped closed and he balled his hands into tight fists at his sides.
Lila took advantage of his distraction, and placed her hands on his chest. With a shove, she sent him down to the bed where he landed with a soft bounce. Striker’s eyes flew open as she dropped to her knees and settled in position between his thighs. He was gorgeous, his flesh hard and swollen. Her mouth watered at the thought of tasting him. She also felt a feminine thrill at the fact that she had him at her mercy. She slid one hand over his thigh and gripped his cock with the other. Lila leaned forward to swipe her tongue over the sensitive head. When he grunted, she opened her mouth wide, took him in, and sucked.
Striker’s head dropped back on his shoulders with a muffled curse, and his hands gripped the edge of the bed so hard he thought he’d poke ten holes straight through the mattress. Holy shit. Lila’s mouth was blazingly hot, and when she sucked, the pleasure was so intense it bordered on pain, causing his eyes to roll back in his head.
Thinking was almost impossible when she licked the ultra-sensitive spot under the head, but some small portion of his brain remained aware, and told him he was an asshole. Before he lost all ability to reason, he needed to make sure she didn’t think he’d said all that to wrangle a blowjob. God, he hoped she wanted this as much as he did because there was a good chance he’d expire on the spot if she stopped.
“Lila, baby, you don’t have to—”
Lila released him with a pop and sat back on her heels, still fully clothed, lips wet and
swollen from accommodating his cock. “Striker, I feel everything you’re feeling, and I trust you. Let me show you, please.”
His mouth dried up, overcome by the alien feelings her words evoked. Until she spoke, he hadn’t realized how important it was to know he wasn’t alone in wanting something more.
“Besides, I’ve been wanting to taste you,” Lila added with a sexy grin, before she returned to the task of driving him crazy. She took him deep, and sucked him like she loved it. Head bobbing in his lap, her tongue swirled over the tip and occasionally stroked the length of him. Christ, it felt unfuckingbelievable. The heat of her mouth seared him as her hand smoothed up his thigh and dipped in to cup his balls. She gently rolled them while continuing to suck at him like a tasty treat. It took everything in his power not to fist his hands in her hair and take control, but he wanted to show her he trusted her as well.
Striker gazed down at the sexy sight between his legs, and almost came on the spot. Eyes pinched tight as she concentrated on her task, Lila’s mouth was open wide, stretching around his girth, lips shiny and wet as they moved along the span of him.
When Lila’s body shifted, Striker caught site of her nipples, pebbled and clearly outlined against her shirt. Her legs were closed, knees pressed together, and her lower body rocked back and forth like she was trying to find relief. Small moans of pleasure escaped around his rod as it slid through her slick mouth. Holy fuck, she was turned on. Her mouth was filled to the brim with his dick and she was getting off on it.
With that realization, Striker’s control was shot to pieces. He yanked her up from the floor, and ignored her startled protest when he tossed her on the bed and opened her jeans in one motion.
“What—”she began as he frantically yanked her pants off and shoved her thighs wide open so he could kneel his big body between them.
“Your mouth is fucking amazing baby, but I need to be inside you. Now. You good with that?”
“Oh, yeah,” she whispered.
“You ready for me, Lila? God, I hope you’re ready for me.” His voice was hoarse, desire filled.
With one hand he fisted his cock and ran it up the length of her folds, testing her wetness.
“Fuckin’ soaked, baby.” He groaned when he encountered the slippery warmth. “Do you have any idea what it does to me knowing you got this wet sucking my cock?”
She gifted him a sly smile. “You may have to show me.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He slammed into her in one stroke burying himself to the hilt, as a loud cry was forced from her throat. In a quick decision, Striker rolled them over maintaining their intimate connection. “I want you to ride me baby.”
“Yes, sir,” she answered with a flirty smirk, as she leaned forward to place her hands on his chest. She moved up and down on him, slowly, sliding with ease. She looked hot as hell above him. Her breasts swayed with every rise and fall, and her hair flowed around her face. Striker coasted his hands up her body, and paused to spend some time at her breasts. He pinched and rolled her nipples, triumph swelling as her head fell back on her shoulders.
“God, Striker, I love your hands on me.” Her hips undulated against him with increasing speed and he knew she was losing control.
Striker looked at where they were joined. The sight of his arousal disappearing into Lila’s body again and again was sexy, so sexy he could barely tear his gaze away. Then, suddenly he needed to feel more of her skin against his skin. He surged up and gripped her thighs, wrapping her legs around his waist. He scooted until his back hit the headboard, and her arms flew around him to steady herself. She was essentially sitting in his lap, molded to him from groin to chest. The position didn’t allow for great movement, but it surged him deeper into her and fused their entire bodies together.
“Striker.” She moaned with her eyes closed. Her pelvis ground against him and she rocked in his lap.
“Tell me, baby.” He knew he wouldn’t last much longer, and wanted to give her what she needed.
“I’ve never—I mean, you’re so deep, I’m so full.” Her voice was heavy with emotion.
“Open your eyes, Lila, look at me,” he commanded.
They moved together, eyes locked, the only sounds those of their gasps and whimpers. The position was intimate, and the visual connection prevented either from hiding any emotion behind closed eyelids. All the feelings they’d developed for each other, but were afraid to voice because they both knew the relationship was doomed, passed between them through their intense gaze.
Part of him wanted to tell her how important she was becoming to him. How she made him a better man. How he admired the amazing woman she was, and wanted to be with her twenty-four hours a day. But it would only make him a selfish bastard, so he kept it inside and showed her instead.
Her entire body trembled as her pussy began convulsing, and he knew she was coming. “Stay with me, baby, keep your eyes on me.”
Lila cried out with abandon as an orgasm slammed into her, causing her to rhythmically clench around him. Unable to hold back any longer he let out a long groan and shuddered in her arms. It was unbelievably intense, the physical release and the emotional satisfaction he found in her arms.
They held each other, still linked, unable to break their connection, until their bodies calmed and breathing returned to normal. When the quaking slowed, Striker kissed her, maintaining their position and showing her with his mouth how much she meant to him. Eventually he pulled his head back and untangled their bodies to lie them down on the bed.
“That was the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced,” Lila whispered. Her hand ran over his chest in a light caress.
“For me too,” he agreed.
Chapter Twenty
Striker lay quiet for a few minutes and enjoyed the afterglow of the powerful sexual encounter. Lila’s soft weight cuddled against him while they rested was something he could become addicted to.
“We never got a chance to talk about the meeting. How did it go?” A nervous tremor sounded in her voice, and Striker regretted that the sated moment couldn’t last longer.
“I think their VP is going to stage a coup. Fuck, maybe he already has. These sloppy broad daylight attacks, with witnesses present, is not something their president would allow. Snake is much more violent, much more impulsive and power hungry. He doesn’t have near the leadership experience Jackal does, but he wants to be in charge. It’s a volatile combination.” He stroked a hand over the smooth strands of her hair as he spoke to her.
Being with her like this, sharing his burdens in a relaxed and intimate way, was good for his soul. It made him hope he may not be the worst man in the world for her. The feeling only lasted a second, because the topic of conversation was reminder enough of why he was all wrong for her.
“That doesn’t sound good at all. What does this mean for the club, for me?” She linked the fingers of one hand with his where it rested on his stomach.
Striker brought their joined hands up to his lips and pressed a kiss to her knuckles. “Well we need to be sure of what’s going on before we make a move. So first step is surveillance.”
“Won’t that be dangerous? What if you’re caught?” Lila lifted her head, and propped her chin on his chest. Fear was evident on her face.
Striker shook his head. “Not for you to worry about, babe. Let the club handle it.” He wasn’t going to share details about how they planned to stake out the Grimm’s clubhouse. “What time were you supposed to check on Hook?”
“Oh my God! I totally forgot! What kind of doctor am I?”
Striker laughed as she shot out of bed as though it was made of hot coals. “The horny kind?”
Lila glared at him while she threw her clothes on and ran out the door. She hadn’t bothered to fix herself up, and her tousled hair alone gave the appearance of someone who’d been fucked well and good. Striker laughed out loud imagining her embarrassment at the inevitable teasing she’d receive from Hook when he saw her.
Striker rolled out
of the bed, and bent to retrieve his discarded pants. He slipped them on and shrugged into a plain T-shirt and shoes, and headed back downstairs toward the bar. He had some trash to take out.
A few steps from the bottom, he stopped to take in the room and decide how he wanted to play this. Striker needed to have a chat with Brandi, one that ended with her leaving for good, and he needed the rest of the club to know she was no longer welcome. While he wasn’t one to air his shit in public, or cause a dramatic scene with a woman, he wanted this witnessed so the crazy bitch couldn’t accuse him of anything that would get him in trouble with Lila.
Brandi was seated at the bar. Striker watched her shamelessly flirt with Kenny who moved a bit slow from his injury. The Kid sat next to her and wasn’t left out of her little seduction scheme. She batted her painted eyes, and leaned forward so far her tits practically fell out of her top. Both prospect’s gazes were glued to her chest, and Striker could have filled a bucket with their drool.
Being VP had a number of perks, obedience being one of them. When he was in earshot of Kid and Kenny he called out to them. “Beat it, prospects. I need to talk to Brandi.”
Both men looked surprised but wisely didn’t argue. Kenny turned to a task of restocking bottles, and Kid moved a few stools down the bar, no doubt straining his ears to hear every word. He wouldn’t have to work too hard. Striker didn’t plan to make any of this a secret.
Brandi twisted around on her stool, and gave Striker a sultry smile that left little doubt as to her intentions toward him. “Hey, Striker,” she purred. “What happened to your little friend?”
“Lila is no concern of yours.” His voice held no warmth, but if Brandi picked up on it, she didn’t let it show.
“Whatever you say. Whatever you want.” She leaned forward to show off even more of her breasts, if that was possible.
Striker wanted to roll his eyes at her desperate yet ineffective attempt to seduce him. He was over her shit.