by Jessie Cooke
“You overthink everything. I’m not telling my father and I trust you won’t either. Come on, we’re here to have fun. Thinking about safety is okay, but these guys are here with a crowd of people and supporting the winner of this fight tonight...they’re not here to do anything stupid. So, right now, I don’t think we need to think beyond tonight. We’re in Vegas, remember? What happens here, stays here. Tomorrow we get on a plane, go home, and if we don’t want to, we never have to see them again.”
“And what if we want to?” Blair said. She hadn’t meant to say that aloud, but somehow, she knew that spending the night with this man was only going to leave her hungry for more, and it scared her.
“One day at a time, Blair...Go have fun, just for tonight—you deserve it.” Lana looked over at the guys and motioned to Bruf with a toss of her head. He smiled, said something to Wolf, and came toward them. Wolf was looking at Blair, and so was Lana as Bruf walked up and took her friend’s outstretched hand. “So?” Lana asked her. Blair took a deep breath and said:
“I’ll call you in the morning.” Lana giggled and then that quickly, she was whisking Bruf away, leaving Blair alone on the patio with Wolf. He came over to her and she said, “You still want to go upstairs?”
Wolf smiled and said, “Almost more than I want to take my next breath.”
14
Wolf hadn’t really believed Blair would agree to go up to his room with him, and even now as they stood just inside the door, kissing, and exploring each other’s bodies through their clothes, it was somewhat surreal. He’d been with a lot of women, most of them club girls. Amara came from a shady background too. He’d never been with a professional, respectable woman before, and as turned on as she was making him, that also made him a little bit nervous. Will she be prudish in bed?
He felt her smile against his lips and that thought was gone as her hand ran down the length of his aching cock. He sucked in a hard breath and then went back to kissing her, even harder and more passionate now. He felt her lowering his zipper and unbuttoning his pants seconds before her soft, warm hand slid into his shorts. He let out a groan when she wrapped her hand around his throbbing cock and squeezed it gently. He had to take another breath when she started to slowly stroke it. She let her hand slide all the way down to the base before ascending back up to the tip...achingly slowly, and so incredibly sexy. She slid her lips away from his, down across his thick beard, until she reached the skin on the front of his throat. She nipped at it and licked it and sucked a piece of it in between her lips, never missing a stroke of his cock as she did. Her stroke quickened, and Wolf let his head drop back and rocked his hips back and forth, grinding into her body and getting more excited by the second.
Wolf was working on pushing up that little dress she was wearing. It was in his way and he was becoming more desperate by the second to feel her. The skin of her thighs was just as soft and pliable as it looked, but at the same time they were hard and muscular. Her body was perfect, and it turned him the fuck on. Her hand slipped down deeper into his pants and she cupped him where she’d almost kicked him earlier. Her touch was teasing and erotic and every muscle from his waist down was contracting as his hand continued its voyage upward underneath her dress. When he finally reached her strapless bra, one flick of his wrist set her breasts free. He moved his hand then and rolled down the top of the dress. He cupped one of her breasts and massaged and caressed it and then used his thumb to press and roll against the nipple. The more he pinched and pulled, the deeper she pressed her sexy curves into him. Definitely not frigid. She fit so well up against him, like the missing piece of the puzzle...perfect.
“Baby, I need you naked,” he growled with what breath he was able to salvage. Blair nodded, and he reached down and gently pulled her hand off of him. Then he pulled her dress all the way off her and she was standing there in front of him in just a black lace thong. He told himself that it was a good thing he didn’t have a heart condition because the sight of her naked was already causing him palpitations. He wanted to devour her but at the same time, he wanted this to last. He wanted to take his time and savor her. He pulled off his t-shirt and pushed off his pants and once again he pulled her body into his, crushing her breasts into his chest as he walked her backwards over to the king-size bed and sat her down on the edge of it. Her eyes went to his waist as his hands landed there and he pushed his shorts down. She actually gasped when his rock-hard cock was on display at last.
Wolf leaned forward, using his body to gently push her back on the bed, and he climbed up on top of her. He straddled her waist, letting his cock slap against her flat belly. He leaned down and licked at the corners of her lips. When she opened them to sigh, he pushed his tongue in and once again they shared a deep, passionate kiss. Normally what Wolf wanted in bed was rough, dirty, almost desperate sex. But tonight, what he needed was slow and deliberate. He didn’t know if he’d ever get a chance to touch this incredible woman again, and he wanted to savor every second of it and commit every inch of her to memory.
He slid his hands down her body while they kissed and slipped one down inside her little panties. She gasped loudly and her hips arched up off the bed when he touched her wet pussy. She was soaked, and he loved it. He loved knowing that she wanted him as badly as he did her. He started moving his fingers, sliding them up and down along her slit, playing in the folds of her pussy lips, and then finally sliding one finger up inside of her and feeling her tight muscles close around it. It was his turn to groan as he just imagined what those velvet walls would feel like when they gripped his cock.
He started moving his finger in and out of her, adding another, watching her face and listening to her whimper and moan. Her pretty eyes were closed, and she was biting down on her bottom lip as the flush in her cheeks deepened and her hips moved in time with his fingers. Wolf was mesmerized by her and he let his body relax beside her, bracing himself on his elbow as he watched her response to what he was doing. “So beautiful,” he whispered as he quickened his pace.
“So good,” she whispered back. “It feels so good. I want you inside of me, Wolf.” It was music to his ears. His only regret was that he couldn’t reach his pants from where he was. He hated leaving her only for a few seconds to get to his wallet where the condoms he needed were stored. He had at least three in there and he was already hoping that he would need every one before the night was over. Wolf reluctantly pulled his fingers out of her and brought them to his lips. She opened her eyes and watched him lick that sweet nectar off them. It was like an appetizer. It made him hunger for more. He pushed himself up and she said, “Where are you going?”
He smiled down at her. “Not far, baby, don’t worry. Take that thong off.” He kept his eyes on her while he picked up his jeans and fished out his wallet. She took the lace into her hands and slowly slid it down over her smooth thighs and knees. When she reached the tops of her calves, she lifted her feet and gave him one hell of a sexy shot of her pussy and that round ass that he couldn’t wait to get his hands on. She pulled the thong off her feet and tossed it aside...and then it was just her, lying on her back with her chest rising and falling erratically. She smiled at him and watched him tear open the foil packet and roll the condom over his thick cock. Once he had done that, she pulled her legs up, dug her heels into the bed, and dropped open her knees. It was an invitation and Wolf took it.
He knelt on the edge of the bed, grabbed her hips in both of his hands, and pulled her toward him so that her ass was resting against his thighs. He spread his knees as far as he could and she wrapped her sexy legs around his waist. It was only then that he realized she was still wearing those “come fuck me” heels. He slid his hands underneath her, gripping onto her ass and tilting her upwards just before he pressed his hips forward and let his cock finally plunge into her tight, wet, little piece of heaven.
He planned on taking it slow, but looking down at the image of her body connected to his was too much for him. He let go of her tight ass and bra
ced his weight on his arms on either side of her. He pushed her up further on the bed, straightened his legs, and began to pump his aching cock in and out of her. She had her hands on the back of his neck and she used the hold to pull herself up and pull him down so that their lips could join. She kissed him like she was trying to suck him into her...like she was starving. He tried to concentrate on the kiss and slow his pace, finally falling into a slow, easy, almost lazy rhythm. He closed his eyes and let himself revel in every delicious feeling, every awakened, alert, and excited nerve ending in his body.
Blair moved softly against him for a while but he could feel when she began to squirm underneath him, becoming impatient, digging her heels into his back and urging him to go faster. He opened his eyes and smiled down at her. She was looking up at him with lust in her pretty violet eyes. He began to move faster, and she began to moan louder. Her hands moved to his shoulders and she gripped onto him like she was holding on for dear life as he began to pound her. Their hips met almost violently with each stroke, and the harder and deeper he went, the more excited she became. Her hands slid down his back, finally landing on his ass. She gripped his cheeks with her palms and kept pushing into him with her feet, arching her hips up off the bed and moaning out his name over and over until suddenly he felt her body go rigid and she let out a sexy little cry. He felt the warmth and the rush of her orgasm against the condom...and found himself wishing that they were skin to skin. He felt almost guilty for being so greedy...but as he began to reach his own peak he knew that he would never be satisfied with only having her one time. He was going to want her again, and again, and again.
He opened his eyes again and watched her face as she came down from the high of her orgasm. Her pretty, full lips were pursed together, and her eyes were only halfway open, almost like she was high. When she saw him looking at her, she smiled sleepily, and that little smile felt so warm and intimate...that was what it took to send him hurtling over the edge of what might have been his sanity. He didn’t care what he hit at the bottom either. He’d just experienced what it was like to go to heaven...and if hell was the price he had to pay for that, he’d take it, and gladly.
15
“So? Are you seriously not going to talk about it?” Lana and Blair met for lunch before their plane was scheduled to leave. Bruf and Wolf had both had to leave early as they were expected at the gym where Jacob and his team trained. They were having some kind of business meeting. Wolf mentioned something about a joint venture. Blair hadn’t really been paying attention to what he was saying at the time. It had been after the third time he made love to her. She was lying in his arms with their legs tangled up and their sweaty bodies touching...and even after three amazing orgasms, she hadn’t been able to take her mind off any of it...or her eyes off his lips. God, he’s sexy. He’s the sexiest man I’ve ever been with. How am I ever going to go back to the real world and forget about him? What have I done?
She smiled across the table at her friend, who had already regaled her with way too many details of her night with Bruf. Their sexual escapades sounded like fun...but Blair had this warm, comfortable feeling that something about hers and Wolf’s had been more intimate, and she didn’t want to ruin that by talking about it. “It was good,” she said at last.
“Good?” Lana picked up her mimosa and took a sip. “This mimosa is good. This omelet,” she said, gesturing at her plate, “is good. Sex with that hot, sexy man...honey, I sure do hope that was better than good.”
Blair looked around to make sure no one could hear their conversation. The ringing of the slot machines just outside the door of the buffet provided them with some privacy, but sometimes Lana forgot to use her inside voice. “It was better than good,” she said. “Okay? Satisfied?”
“You caught feelings!”
“I did not! I just don’t care to...kiss and tell, that’s all. But believe me when I say that I was satisfied.”
“How many times were you satisfied?” Lana asked with a giggle.
“Enough,” Blair said. “Can we talk about something else please?”
“Are you going to see him again?”
“Lana, really...something else?”
“Bruf and I probably won’t see each other again. The sex was super-hot,” she said, as if she hadn’t already described him holding her up against the sink in the bathroom while her legs were almost over her head, and diving in “Like he was trying to find the bottom of the Grand Canyon.” Blair had rolled her eyes at that analogy. “But I don’t think we have much in common.”
“Did he talk about things you weren’t interested in?” Blair asked, mostly trying to change the subject.
“Talk? Hell, he barely spoke at all. I mean, he did talk dirty...”
“Okay, thanks...enough information.” Blair shook her head. Wolf had talked dirty to her too, and it was hot. But her favorite part was afterwards, when he held her and told her about his life—some of it, anyway. He told her a little about growing up as the son of the president of the MC. He told her about learning how to ride a motorcycle when he was nine years old, getting into an accident when he was fourteen and how his mother wouldn’t let him ride again until he was sixteen and had passed his driver’s course. His eyes lit up when he talked about his mom and Blair could tell that he had loved and respected her very much. That gave her a deep respect for him, especially since his respect for his mother seemed to extend to other women. He treated her like she was special...like her needs mattered. Of course, that was only in the bedroom, but by experience she’d found that men who were selfish in bed were just as selfish in life.
Wolf had also told her that he was going through a divorce. She knew from the news reports about what happened with his wife, but she was surprised...shocked, really...to see the sadness in his eyes when he talked about it. She had a jaded opinion of people “like him.” The guys that she worked with daily. The ones with no real respect for rules or society in general. But Wolf was different...or maybe it was her. Maybe she was opening her mind and listening with a different perspective. Either way, despite the fact that his ex-wife had tried to have him killed, there was still a softness in his eyes when he talked about her.
They didn’t really talk about the day that he “saved” her, except that she asked him how he found them. He told her about Bruf getting a meeting with the General of the Brotherhood of the White Owls. He was evasive when she asked how he was able to manage that, but he explained how they ran from one place to the other after that until they finally came up on the mess in her kitchen. He kissed the side of her face then and said, “Thank God we got there in time.” She smiled every time she thought about that, and her blood ran warm. Lana was right...she was catching feelings. She only wished that she knew what she planned on doing with them.
“I tried talking to him at breakfast this morning,” Lana was saying, “but I got the feeling at that point he was just done, you know? He was nice about it, but I really don’t think I’ll hear from him again. That’s okay, though, like you said last night, Daddy would have a fit.” Lana’s father, the congressman, scrutinized her boyfriends and had even been known to run a background check or two. She was his only daughter. It was part of the reason why she lived in California and not in Utah where the rest of her family was. She was trying her best to spread her wings and live her life the way she saw fit...without the interference of her father, his staff, her mother, and her two brothers. Sometimes that made her seem a little wild while she sowed her oats, but Blair didn’t judge her. She knew deep down that Lana had a good heart and someday when she met the right man, she would settle down and make him the happiest man on the planet.
“Well, I’m glad he was nice about it,” Blair said.
“What about Wolf? Did he say he’d call you?” Blair and Wolf had ordered room service and they’d eaten breakfast together too. Wolf had seemed to be trying hard at that point to make small talk, but suddenly he had said, “So, am I going to see you again?” Blair froze b
ecause at that point, she had no idea. Do I want to see him again? Absolutely. Is it a good idea? Probably not. She had finally left it at “I’ll call you.” But Wolf didn’t seem confident that she would...and sadly, neither was she.
“I told him I would call him,” she said to Lana. “Shouldn’t we call the Uber and head for the airport now?” Lana rolled her eyes.
“Sometimes getting information out of you is like pulling teeth. Just tell me this, you’re not going to call him...are you?”
With sadness causing her chest to tighten, Blair said, “I’m not trying to be chintzy with my information. I just don’t know what to say. I know the facts, and you know how I am. The facts are so much easier for me to deal with than the feelings...the gray areas. The facts are that I have a career that I like very much. I work for the Department of Corrections. I counsel men who are in gangs and who have gotten into trouble because of it. My career recently almost got me raped and killed, and the fact is that if it weren’t for a man in a gang, I wouldn’t be here to talk about that.
“Last night was incredible and I can’t help but hope it will happen again. But those feelings that you’re talking about, the ones that I caught...I don’t know what to do with those. I can keep an open mind all I want. I can be grateful to him for saving my life. I can respect him. I can desire him. But I can’t even begin to fathom being able to have any kind of relationship with him, ever. I couldn’t keep my job if I did, and I don’t see myself giving up on my career. Wolf has been a part of the Westside Skulls forever, and there’s no chance he’s giving that up. It’s his life...it’s not even really a choice for him. So, no... I’m probably not going to call him because even though you tell me that I need to learn to take one day at a time, there’s too much at stake here to not consider tomorrow and the next day...and next week and next year...” She felt her eyes filling with tears and she blinked them back. She didn’t even cry the day Mouse tried to kill her...she wasn’t going to now, over losing something she never had to begin with.