by Avelyn Paige
“Did I say stop?” she moans, pulling my face back up to hers and shoving her lips against mine.
My hand leaves her neck, sliding down to her pulp breasts, taking a nipple between two of my fingers. She moans in my ear as I tweak it, before releasing it again and cupping her entire perfectly sized breast in my hand. Her pelvis begins to grind against mine, and my cock strains against the fly of my jeans. Just like before the zipper is problematic, but my cock doesn’t care knowing that it will soon be nestled so tightly inside of her that pain will mean nothing.
My fingers slide from her breast and travel down her stomach, passing her navel. She jerks as I slide a finger against the thin fabric covering her pussy. I gently maneuver her back to Raze’s desk, which squeaks, as we run into it. Her eyes go wide, as her mind realizes where we are.
I try to distract her by returning my lips to her neck, but it doesn’t work.
“We shouldn’t be doing this here,” she protests, with a breathy voice heavy with need.
“You sure about that?” I retort, as my hand slips inside the band of her yoga pants.
My fingers brush just outside of her wet lips, before sliding inside. My index finger finds the pulsating nub, glistening with wet arousal.
“You’re wet already,” I tease. Her hooded eyes look up at me and roll back, as my finger begins to move.
“Oh god,” she sighs, shifting her legs farther open for me.
She wants this release so badly that she has forgotten the fact that I’m finger fucking her against her brother’s desk.
I flex my finger like I’m beckoning someone forward, and her moans grow louder. Each move I make, excites her more to the point that her wetness begins to soak her leggings that are so tightly wrapped around her hips.
“Do you know how fucking sexy you look right now?” I whisper to her, before bringing her into a deep kiss. “So exposed just for me. Any second now your brother could walk in here and see you like this, and that excites you. Doesn’t it, Presley?”
“Uh-huh,” she whimpers.
“Your pussy is greedy just like you.”
My finger slides away from her clitoris and into her entrance. Her thighs tighten around my hand, locking it into place, as I add a second finger, plunging it into her core.
“Faster,” she pleas. “I’m so close.”
I comply, adding a second finger into her slick entrance, and I feel the shudder of her orgasm hitting the brink of release. Her thighs clamp like a vise around my hand, as she rides the wave of her orgasm. Her beautiful, soft body jerks for several minutes, until her eyes finally open and look up at me, completely dazed.
“Did we?” she asks, as reality sets in.
“We did.”
My hand slips from her pants, and I bring it up between us, glistening with her juices over my fingers. Her eyes widen, as I lick her taste off of each one with a moan of my own.
“The next time I taste you will be with my tongue,” I promise her.
She starts to protest, but heavy footsteps start down the hall. The party is now over, before I could even get my cock out. Fucking figures.
Presley jolts from against Raze’s desk. Her hands tug at her pants, and she tries to straighten herself up, after a good fucking orgasm. Thankfully as the footsteps grow closer, they pause and head into the office to the south of Raze’s.
“It’s just Hero.”
“Thank god,” she exclaims. “But what about you?”
“Don’t worry about me, Presley. This,” I motion with the same finger that just I just fucked her with between us, “is just beginning. I’ll be by later to finish what we started.”
She shallows hard with excitement.
“And don’t worry, the cameras will be off.”
She smiles, as she pulls me into another kiss, before breaking the contact and slipping out of the door. I give her a few minutes head start, before sneaking out of the office, but apparently my ninja skills aren’t exactly on par because I walk into Ratchet.
Fuck we almost got caught.
“Hey Ratchy,” I smile, trying to play off what just happened. He scowls. Yup, he knows. Just great.
“Do you think that was wise?” he inquires with a cocked brow.
“Probably not, but it happened.”
“He’s going to fucking kill you,” he mutters, as he passes by me and heads out the door to the garage area of the property.
I just smile, as he passes and mentally tell my cock that his time is coming. What just happened was out of desperate need, and the next time Presley came for me, it would be because that need outweighed the need to forget. I slide into my office, and try to drown out the sound of my cock screaming at me to go find her. I make sure to grab the footage from the hallway earlier and load it onto a flash drive, before deleting it. My work takes up what I think is hours, but the clock moves at a glacial pace. Only ninety minutes has passed. I groan. Each tick and tock seems to take an hour instead of seconds, as my need to feel her body again grows more intense.
“Fuck it!” I exclaim, giving up waiting any longer. My fingers fly, as I code a few programs to run to scan for more information about the dead girls in the area to run, while I reach for the orgasmic stars with Presley. I slide over to the computer monitor that is connected to the camera in Presley’s room, and find footage from a few days ago, as she napped uneasily. I start to record it and write out a few lines to play, while I was in her room. If Raze accessed the feed to check on her, all he would see would be her sleeping in her bed alone. Even though sleeping wasn’t exactly a part of the plan, until afterwards. And she would definitely not be sleeping alone.
Raze was going to find out one way or another, but seeing me and his sister dancing the horizontal mambo was not the way to break it to him. But until I knew where this was going, my plan was to keep it on the down low. The less he knew the better, until we were both ready for everyone to know. We would just leave out the part about hooking up in his office. That was a definite need to only tell a portion of the story.
I notice Presley pacing in her room with her hands wrapped around her body, while the distraction loop records. She looks beautiful, even in deep thought. Her lean legs fall into her beautifully round hips with each step. She’s a breathtaking sight to behold, and someday soon, she will be all mine.
I watch until she moves off-camera, before setting up the video loop. I double check my work, and even view the feed on my own phone, before I walk away from it. Mistakes are easily made in coding. All it takes is one period to be off and it would be a disaster, like in Office Space. The next thing you know there will be copiers being beaten to death, buildings being set on fire, and my happy ass with Presley drinking piña coladas on the beach. Now that I think about it, that would be pretty fucking sweet.
I force myself to stow that plan in the file for a plan z, should I ever need one. Climbing off my office chair, I make a quick stop over to my desk to grab the flash drive containing Presley and I’s jail break from Raze’s office, into the pile of other flash drives set to be destroyed. My heels turn on a dime, as I spin around ready to see her again, when my burner phone pings.
Fuck my life. After what just happened, she’s texting him again. Does she already regret what happened between us so soon?
Pacing the floor, I debate with myself whether or not I’m going to look at it. If I read that message, it has the potential to negate everything that happened earlier. Her words to him could break me, and I honestly don’t know if I can recover from that. On the other hand, it could be the opposite of my worst fears. Maybe she was telling him goodbye. My mind wavers and refuses to make a decision.
Where’s a good therapist when you need one? Oh wait. She’s the root of the current problem at hand. Just my luck.
Before I can change my mind again, I retrieve the phone from the desk drawer, unlock it, and click on her nickname on the screen.
I miss you a little less today. Hope you are okay.
After days of her ple
ading messages for contact from him, today’s message seems almost mild. It’s neutral in the realm of what she could have said to him. I’d be stupid to think that after what happened between us, that she would drop him like a bad habit. Moving on takes time, and I wasn’t being considerate of that fact. Her feelings for the man standing before her now were just blossoming, but Beauregard had been in her life much longer. Their bond was stronger, and it would take more time to break and bend to let her move on with the real me.
My overzealousness of wanting to keep pushing forward would have been a mistake, and had she not texted him, I would have never seen it, until it was too late. I consider replying back, but that would only drive the need for contact between them.
No. It was best to let it lie, until it was the right moment. We needed more time to find our footing and make a real connection. One that wasn’t driven by sex.
With the change in plans for tonight, I decide on a much different course of action. She would probably be confused at first, but after the fact, she and I would both be happier for it. I flit across my office, grabbing a few things, before heading out to the kitchen for the rest of supplies. The main room is mostly full, but my brothers are engrossed watching the LA Rams kicking the Arizona Cardinals ass on one of the big flat screens, mounted on the wall.
I quietly slip from the kitchen, unnoticed by them and head down the hallway to Presley’s room. She cracks open the door, and her brown eyes grow wide, when she sees what’s in my hands. I push through the door, closing and locking it behind me, after I put down what I am carrying.
“I thought−,” she stammers, clearly confused as I suspected she would be.
“I know. Earlier was amazing,” I truthfully admit, “but it was in the heat of the moment. I want to explore these feelings I have for you and not rush this.”
She smirks like I’m telling the world’s biggest lie to get into her pants.
“So what do you have in mind?”
“Well, you’ve heard the phrase Netflix and Chill, right?”
“Yeah, but I thought you were wanting to go slow.”
I smile, as I grab the popcorn bowl from its perch and pop a few kernels in my mouth.
“That’s right. This isn’t Netflix and Chill. What we have here is Hulu and Hug.”
She shakes her head and just laughs.
“Maybe if you’re lucky, you might just get a kiss,” she teases back. “What are we watching first?”
The spot next to me is cool for the first time in nearly a week, since V’s proclamation of slowing things down. It was something that I would have never expected to come out a man, associated with my brother’s club. Their usual modus operandi was to fuck first and ask questions later. The brain below the belt often was the prevailing thinking in their man to dick relationship. But he was different, and I couldn’t thank him enough for it. The brooding alpha male ego was hard to deal with, and finding someone who was still all male, yet so down to earth was refreshing.
Night after night, we spent time together in the confines of my room out of my brother’s watchful eye, getting to know each other mentally. Though he made sure that he kissed me silly, until I feel asleep in his arms, after watching one of the many movies in his collection. Super Troopers was a little crazy for my tastes, but he had slowly introduced me to the new Marvel comic book movies one by one. In sequential order of course. It was a little odd to find out how much I was starting to like them. The characters reminded me so much of some of the men in this clubhouse, and of V. I think I could have knocked him over with a feather, when I told him that I hadn’t really seen many movies. How could I, when the government controllers dictated so much of my life? Leaving my house outside of work was too much of a risk, and I found myself drowning in books rather than movies to pass the time.
The attraction I felt for V was growing every day we spent time together. And again, his drive to make time for me was just as unexpected, as the way I felt about him. He made me feel important as odd as it sounds. I was always an afterthought with my dad, with my brother, and with the few guys I had dated in my life. Maybe it was the kind of guy I was seeing or the situation of my childhood, but until V, I was never someone’s number one priority. Even though, some of it was the fact he was in charge of me. It just didn’t feel like I was a job for him.
It was exciting. For the second time in my life, a man had swept me off my feet in tremendous fashion. The only difference between this time and the first was that he was right in front of me, living and breathing.
Beauregard’s hold on my heart seemed to be slipping away. The initial driving need to talk to him was fading, but I still found myself texting him from time to time. Maybe it was out of habit or maybe it was for closure. The answer was lost to me despite the fact I knew that many days without contact could only mean one thing. He’d moved on in my absence, which both relieved and frightened me all at the same time. My mind was a category five hurricane of confusing emotions. It raged out of control, and the only time it seemed to still was when V was around, even though he was the exact opposite of Beauregard. He was dangerous and walked on a thin line on the right side of the law. Yet as I learned more about him, my stance of no bikers and definitely no members of this club were slipping.
The nights that V spent with me here in my room was a constant barrage of new information about him. He talked about the loss of his parents to a drunk driver, while he was studying computer technology at Tulane with so much heartfelt emotion. It was like I was living with him right there in the moment. I could feel his pain, fear, and most of all the love he had for them, and his sister, Remy. Growing up in New Orleans had been rough on his family, but together they had made it through. He was first and foremost a family man, and even years later, V still looked after his little sister and nephew Beaux from a distance. His eyes swelled with pride, as he told me stories about them, and shared a few photos. His nephew was a spitting image of him with a mess of black hair and striking blue eyes. Even at the age of five, Beaux was already too smart for his own good, something that made V laugh. His sister was in a heap of trouble should he end up having a tenth of his uncle’s spirit inside of him.
The smile he wore was genuine, when he spoke of them, and it warmed my heart like a hearth on a cold day.
V’s presence was comforting to me. He listened, as I talked about my family life growing up. He listened to me like I do to a patient. Never casting judgment, and I even caught him a few times growling, as I talked about my father’s reign of terror. He had thankfully been gone, when V joined the club. I doubt my father would have even allowed him to join because he wouldn’t have seen the usefulness of having someone that was good with computers on the roster.
Am I crazy for even considering moving forward with V? This wasn’t the life that I had wanted, but now I had caught myself on more than one occasion thinking about what life would be like here with Voodoo. A thought that baffles me because I didn’t even know this man’s real name. In any other courtship, that would have been the first thing exchanged in polite conversation. Just another reason why this entire thing was such an enigma for me. I wanted him, but to possess him would mean giving up every plan that I had made, since I was a little girl. Was I willing to do that?
After sliding from my bed alone, I make quick work of showering and getting ready for the day. Just as I’m about to leave my room, I spy a surprise waiting for me on the edge of the bed. V had been back in here. Why else would I find a little brown teddy bear with a leather vest wrapped around its body? I snatch up the small token of his affection in my arms, and cling to it, detecting just a hint of the woodsy scent of his cologne lingering on its plush fur. Smiling, I tuck it between the pillow at the head of the bed, and head out the door in search of food.
The smells of sizzling bacon and waffles float down the hallway, making my stomach growl. Most mornings, V leaves my breakfast in my room, but today, it was nowhere to be found. He had warned me that there would be da
ys where he would have to be away to work on the case. His absence hurt, but I had to understand. He was trying to protect Ginny and I along with his brothers. I couldn’t fault him for doing his job, even if I missed him.
I peer around the room and find that nearly all of the brothers are missing in action. The tables are empty, except for a few of the club girls seated off to the far side of the room, and Ginny sitting alone. She twiddles her fork in a circle as I approach, and she smiles when she notices me heading her way.
“What’s good around here?” I ask, trying to open up a dialogue with her. Ginny’s eyes seem distant today. A sign that she was battling her anxiety that I had learned to recognize in the years I have worked with her.
“The bacon is a little burnt, but the waffles are pretty good. Get the blueberry syrup,” she advises me, with a monotone voice.
She’s definitely about to have an episode. I just have to hope that I’m in time to help her through it, before she hits the bottom. Ginny’s mental situation is volatile, when she’s like this. One small misstep, and it would blow up in all of our faces.
I step away to grab breakfast, and keep my eyes trained on her the entire time I shovel a few waffles on my plate with three nearly black pieces of bacon. I’m not sure which of the club girls cooked, but they really need lessons because I’m almost positive a necromancer couldn’t resurrect this slice of pig. It was about as dead as it could get.
I re-join Ginny at the table, while she remains silent. Her emotionless expression indicates that her mind is a sea of turmoil. I shovel my food in quickly, as I realize this needs to be handled now rather than later.
“Ginny?”
“Yes?” she answers flatly.
“Why don’t we go over to my brother’s office and talk? You look a little lost today.”
“Okay,” she replies, as if she was a robot answering to his designer. Her mind has taken her personality away from her, and she’s slipped into the darkest realm of her psyche.
I pop up from the chair, reaching out for her. She takes me by the hand and doesn’t let go, as I lead her down the hallway towards the office. I peer into the room, and find as I has suspected that my brother is absent. While I probably should have asked for permission to use it, Ginny is more a dire need. I’ll just ask for forgiveness later.