by E. C. Land
Chapter Four
Nora
Ignorant self-assured men. God, they’re annoying.
It’s been a week since I had my first encounter with Breaker, who is the guy that caused my blood to boil with the way he had spoken to me as if I were a child that needed reprimanding. I mean who gave him the right to speak to me that way.
Since then, I’ve tried to avoid the barbaric man as much as possible by staying cooped up in the little carriage style house. Unfortunately for me, he has a key and for some reason has spent almost every single night here. I’ve come out of my room in the middle of the night to find him either crashed out on the couch or playing on the PlayStation while drinking a beer.
It wouldn’t be so bad if he weren’t so damn hot. When he’s lying around on the couch, he’s always wearing a pair of sweats and nothing else. I’m betting he goes commando considering how low they ride on his hips.
As much as I like being inside hiding from the world, I’m going stir crazy, but I won’t go anywhere near people until the bruises and cuts heal some more. I wouldn’t say I’m conceited about the way I look by a long shot. I’m not pretty.
I’m short with average size C cup boobs and a barely there ass. When I go shopping, I can’t buy jeans without trying them on. I hate baggy jeans, the fabric always feels horrible against my skin. I also don’t like them super tight. My preference being that they conform to my body in an effort to possibly show off what I do have.
My face, when not covered in bruises, has freckles dotting my cheeks. I have a scar under one eye from a fence edge that I’d walked by without seeing it. If I’d been a centimeter higher the sharp edge would have taken my eye. The other side of my face, at my brow line, I have two scars there and directly under my eye from where my cat had bitten me because I’d squeezed him too tight. I didn’t know he was injured from someone shooting him with a BB gun. I was five.
When I look in the mirror, I don’t see a woman who’s confident in herself. But one who has to hide behind sarcasm and attitude. I know this is a defense of mine; however, can you blame me? I finally find a guy I’m interested in, he and I start something granted we didn’t get far before I’d been shot. My brothers intervened refusing to let me see Mac. Then he was killed, and my heart felt like it was torn from my chest. It was like I lost the one person who could have made me feel true happiness in myself.
Let’s not forget this last time, I finally give into someone else who’s interested in me only to find out they’re a monster.
Doesn’t make you want to put yourself out there for anyone else. At this point I’ll be a spinster with a house full of dogs and cats. Hell, let’s go ahead and add some guinea pigs and rabbits to the list.
I’ve decided to swear off all men.
Including the one in my living room right now.
Breaker.
I don’t know what it is about him that gets under my skin. Maybe it’s the fact he doesn’t seem put off by my attitude, instead he calls me on it and demands I knock it off. Not even my brothers do that. Sure, they tell me to lose it but their commands don’t hold weight like Breaker’s.
Glancing at the clock on the nightstand, I notice I’ve been lying here for almost an hour waiting to hear him leave. Normally, Breaker is out of the house by five in the morning.
Unable to hold off my need for caffeine anymore, I get out of bed and head toward the kitchen, ready for the ambrosia that I know is waiting for me.
When I enter the kitchen, I head straight for the coffee pot. Reaching in the cabinet directly above it, I lift myself onto my toes to grab one of the mugs off the shelf.
“Fuck.”
I nearly jumped out of my skin at the sound of Breaker’s gruff voice. Mug forgotten, I lower myself onto my feet and turn to find him staring at my body. Looking down, I realize I should probably have put on some clothes since I hadn’t heard him leave the house.
Breaker’s gaze finally meets mine after what feels like minutes instead of seconds. “Gotta say ma tendre, this is one hell of a sight to wake up to. Be even better if I woke up in the fuckin’ bed with you instead of on the couch.”
I swear if it were possible my jaw would have dropped to the floor just now.
Internally shaking my head, I clear my throat. “What are you still doing here? Actually, scratch that. Why are you here period?” I demand.
It’s too early in the morning for this type of encounter with Breaker. My defenses aren’t completely in place yet. I need my caffeine to finish the wake-up process of my brain. And the fact that I’m standing here in only a camisole and panties isn’t helping the situation.
Grinning, Breaker takes the few steps separating us. With my back to the counter, he places his hands on my hips and lifts me up until I’m seated on the counter. Once he has me in place, Breaker uses his hips to spread my legs and steps in between them and pulls my front flush with his.
Oh My God.
What is he doing?
The heat of his body feels absolutely magnificent against mine.
“Much better.” Oh my. The way he said that sends a shiver through me that I’ve never felt before.
Crap.
Don’t think about how great his voice sounds. Or the fact he smells amazing. Better yet, his body is within touching distance.
Damnit.
“Now, Spitfire, since you want to start off this morning with attitude instead of being sweet, I’m thinking you need a lesson in how to act. First and foremost, you were sent here to be protected from the fuckwad who caused your face to be bruised and battered.” At the mention of Miles and the beating I’d taken, I flinch. “Second of all, mon chou, when you stepped foot out of that truck you became my responsibility. The fact you’re not at the clubhouse, means I’m staying here with you.”
“You don’t need to stay here,” I mutter.
“That’s where you’re wrong, Nora. From what I’ve heard about this Miles Granger, he’s the worst of the worst. How you, beauté, even dated the fucker is mind blowing.”
“It was only one freaking date.” God what is with everyone judging my choices.
“Yeah, Spitfire, that was one date too many,” he growls as he lifts a hand to cup the side of my face. “Third thing you’re gonna learn is I don’t like the thought of you with any other men, especially when I’m wanting to sink my cock into that pussy of yours. I’ve decided that you’re gonna be mine. This past week of you giving me the cold shoulder and ignoring me didn’t do anything but prolong this conversation. If I didn’t have to work at the garage all week to get shit caught up, this little talk would have happened before now.”
Holy shit.
Did he just say what I think he did?
Um, red alert.
Nope, ah uh, that can’t happen.
If he does that, he’ll find out something that will embarrass the hell out of me. See the downfall to my brothers being overbearing baboons is my sex life. I’ve been on tons of dates, kissed, even gone as far as feeling each other up. However, when it comes to the act itself, yeah, no, haven’t gotten that far due to Levi, Flynn, and Dash always running them off.
Yep, I’m a virgin and I’m not about to let Breaker find that little detail out.
Chapter Five
Breaker
The way Nora’s eyes narrow and she puts her hands on my chest, I know she’s about to piss me off. For the past week that’s all she’s done. I’m known for my joking and being easy going, but that doesn’t mean I don’t have a short fuse when pushed to my limit.
And that’s exactly what’s happening right now.
Nora has avoided me as much as possible, by staying in the bedroom. Doesn’t help that while Chains was in the hospital, work at the garage, strip club, and a few other places got behind and not just the paperwork but work in general. I had to be at the garage first thing in the morning every day, stay until the work was done for the day, then run over to the clubhouse to see what was going on with the information Fuse had been pulling
up for us on this Miles Granger fuckwad.
During this time, I had a prospect on the house to keep an eye on Nora.
A week ago, Nora’s brothers and members of the Devil’s Riot MC explained everything that was going on with the situation so far. Chains had turned to me; this is your responsibility. I didn’t want to tell him I already intended to take it on.
Levi, Nora’s oldest brother, had stared me down for a long moment before he finally nodded his head. “Our sister isn’t always easy to get along with, but you should know she’s more delicate than she lets on.”
“We all know she throws her attitude in defense when she feels someone is putting her back against a wall. It’s why we don’t hold it against her for what she said at the house. Nora loves us as much as we do her.” Dash states, his gaze focusing on me. “I saw the way she reacted to you when you ordered her to lose the attitude. I should punch you in the face for how you spoke to Nora: however, I have to admit, I’ve never once seen my sister shut up when told to do so. She sure as hell doesn’t for any of us.”
“Shit, that woman doesn’t know when to stop. Don’t get me wrong, I’ll do anything for Nora. She’s my ol’ lady’s best friend. Took a bullet for her. She’s family, but fuck if she doesn’t listen,” Hades grumbled
“She listened to you, didn’t she?” Levi muttered.
“All I did was tell her you were right, and she needed to smarten up otherwise I’d be sure to keep my ol’ lady away from her.” Hades shrugged.
By the time all of us finished talking, the members of the Devil’s Riot MC and Nora’s brothers headed back to the house. They were crashing there for the night in order to head out first thing in the morning to go back home to Virginia.
Since they left, Levi, his brothers, Hades, and even the President of their charter have been in contact with us on a daily basis.
Now it’s Saturday and I’m gonna spend the day with Nora. I’d spent a lot of time this past week, when I wasn’t swamped doing other shit, coming to terms with everything in my head. Nora was gonna be mine whether she liked it or not.
I’d even ordered her cut yesterday, that’s how fuckin’ serious I am about this. Now it’s just a matter of getting past her defenses and burying myself inside her.
“Step back,” she snaps, her hands press against my chest as I stand between her legs.
Walking into the kitchen, I had not expected to see her in a thin as fuck tank top, her nipples visible through the material, and a pair of panties that should be outlawed.
My cock came to attention immediately and hasn’t gone down yet.
“I don’t think so, ma tendre. I’m liking where I’m at right now,” I grin.
“Well, I don’t care what you like. You need to step back, Breaker,” she says, her voice full of that attitude. Hearing her say my road name grates my nerves and I don’t want her calling me that.
“Orin,” I say, pressing my nose against hers.
“What?” Nora asks. I can sense the confusion in her from the way the tone of her voice catches on a breath.
“From now on when there’s no one around us, I want you to call me Orin,” I murmur, my mouth close enough to hers that I brush her lips as I state each individual word.
“I don’t think so,” she whispers.
“Nora, you will. You’ll also be screaming my name while I have my mouth on your pussy, tasting what I’ve been dreaming about all week.”
Nora gasps and I take the opportunity to claim her mouth, thrusting my tongue into hers as I lift a hand to grip her hair. After a moment of her being tense in my arms, she relaxes and wraps her arms around my neck.
With my free arm around Nora’s waist, I pull her flush against my body causing her to wrap her legs around me. I don’t waste a second of doing what I want. Lifting her off the counter, my mouth still on hers, I release her hair to grip her ass and walk toward the bedroom.
The moans leaving Nora are almost more than I can handle. That and the way she moves her body against me.
Laying her on the bed, I finally break from her mouth, kissing my way down her jaw leaving a trail of wet kisses against her skin. Since the tank top stood in the way of me and her tits, I grip the material and rip the damn thing in half. The moment the fabric clears Nora’s tits, I latch on to one as I lift a hand to cup the other.
Nora moans and her back arches as I flick my tongue along her nipple and pinch the other one between my fingers. I use my other hand to slip inside her panties to cup her pussy. Fuck if I didn’t find her already soaking wet for me. I could easily sink right into her.
Not wanting to ignore Nora’s other tit, I release the one I’d been lavishing and kiss my way to the other one I was playing with. Biting her nipple, I slide my other hand down to grip the panties and wrench them down. My sweats follow directly behind. I need to be inside her before my head fuckin’ explodes.
Lifting my head from Nora’s breasts, I move back to capture her mouth. She opens instantly granting me entrance. I took this as her being okay, spread her legs and slammed inside her making it halfway before she whimpered. And I realize something very important.
Fuckin’ hell.
“You’re okay, ma tendre,” I rasp, soothingly. If I’d known I wouldn’t have just slammed into her like this was some quick fuck.
Leaning on my elbows, I lift my head up enough to meet Nora’s eyes. I didn’t expect to find tears welling in them.
Fuck.
As I start to pull away, Nora stops me by wrapping her arms around my neck and shaking her head.
“Please don’t,” she murmurs.
“Beauté, I didn’t mean to hurt you. Hell, I didn’t even think you’d be a virgin,” I say, leaning forward.
“Well, I didn’t intend for this to happen and now that it has, I don’t want you to stop. Please don’t stop.” The tears in Nora’s eyes disappear as she moans while she starts to grind herself against my cock.
“As you wish, ma tendre,” I groan and capture her mouth in a soul searing kiss. One that means just as much as the fact my cock is inside her pussy.
Slowly, I slide the rest of the way to the hilt. Giving her a minute to adjust to my full length, I make a decision right then and there. After I show her how much she means to me, I’m taking her to the first place I can find where I can put my ring on her finger and make her mine on paper.
I’m making her more than just my ol’ lady. I’m making her my fuckin’ wife.
Nora’s mine and I’m never gonna let her go.
Drama be fuckin’ damned.
Let this Miles Granger fucker find her. I’ll be sure to chain his fuckin’ ass up in the bayou and not for the gators to enjoy.
Chapter Six
Nora
Holy mother of all orgasms. I don’t know what I was thinking, not having sex like this a long time ago.
After the initial cherry popping, Breaker or I should say Orin, showed me nothing but pure tenderness. Not only did I lose my virginity to him, it’s as if the walls around my heart took a sledgehammer and destroyed the barrier I’ve always had surrounding it.
Now it’s wide open and I’m not sure of everything that is swarming around my head.
“Why didn’t you stop me before I sunk my cock in you ma tendre?” Breaker asks, softly as he strokes my hair away from my face. His said cock still deep inside me while he braces himself on his forearms.
“Well if you remember correctly, I did tell you to step back in the kitchen,” I whisper.
“Mon chou, that’s not telling me a damn thing about you being a virgin or even backing off. That was you throwing your attitude,” he states with a lazy grin in place.
“I wasn’t throwing attitude at you,” I grumble, diverting my gaze from his.
“Nora, ma tendre, you were. Just like you have been since you got out of your brother’s truck. I gotta say as much as I love the no bullshit attitude, I’m really liking this softer side.” Lifting a hand to the side of my face, Breaker cu
ps my cheek in order to have me meet his gaze again.
My heart begins beating wildly in my chest as we stare at each other. His words penetrate something I’m not used to anyone touching.
“You sore, beauté?” he asks, leaning down to press his forehead against mine.
“No,” I whisper, breathlessly.
Grinning, Breaker slowly starts to move his hips.
“Good.” The words fall out of his mouth right before he kisses me. I open mine in invitation, because let’s face it, I want his kiss.
Moaning into his mouth, I rake my fingers across his back as he thrusts inside me. Now that the initial pain is gone, having him inside me, his body over mine, the heat of his body surrounding me, is something I never want to forget.
A protest whimper leaves my lips when Breaker breaks our kiss to lean back. His fingers run along the outside of my thighs until he gets to the bend in my knees and grips them. Lifting my legs up he balances them on his shoulders as he grins at me. “I’m gonna spend the day making you mine, in every way possible.”
Oh, that sounded like a good idea.
“I like that idea,” I reply, giving him a shy smile, because as much as I love the idea, I still don’t know what the hell I’m doing.
“Glad to know it, ma tendre,” he groans, his hips slam into mine then the onslaught of thrusts begins and an orgasm like no other rips through my body. I cry out his name as my back arches and my hands grip the sheets as if they were the lifeline to keep me from floating away.
Breaker’s thrusts don’t relent either as he slams into me giving me everything he has.
“Orin,” I pant, another orgasm just out of reach.
“Come for me, mon amour,” Breaker rasps, one of his hands reaches between us, the moment his fingers strum across my clit I do just as he commands. This time when I fly over the edge, I scream his name as pleasure racks my body.
Several thrusts later, Breaker throws his head back as he comes roaring my name along with some other words. I have no clue what exactly he’s saying since I don’t speak French, but I love hearing them all the same. He’d done it the first time as well.