Seizing Control

by Kylie Hillman

  He pops the button of my jeans and then lowers the zipper before speedily removing my pants. I keep my eyes closed in embarrassment as I can feel his gaze feasting on my nearly naked body. I thank my lucky stars that I actually wore matching underwear for once.

  “So fucking beautiful,” he whispers, breaking the silence. “And all mine.”

  Laying over me, he moves in between my legs and I can feel his hardness pressing against my panties. Once, twice, three, four times. It feels good when I squirm against his hard heat and the resulting throb makes me gasp. Mik puts a hand on either side of my face before he kisses each of my closed eyelids.

  “Are you okay?”

  I open my eyes and smile at him. “I’m better than okay. That felt nice.”

  He chuckles at me.

  “It’s gonna get nicer, Angel. I haven’t even started yet.”

  He rolls off me and sits up on the bed. I’m not sure why he’s moved but I roll on my side to face him and he starts stroking me from hip to shoulder. I take the time to finally get a good look at his body, becoming even more aroused by what I see.

  He is totally naked except for his black boxer briefs and I can see the outline of his arousal, barely contained. His chest and legs are well muscled and tanned with a smattering of copper brown hair and his half sleeve arm tattoos extend over his shoulders encompassing his well-defined chest muscles. He looks as if he’s carved from marble, strong and solid with big naturally attained muscles. Without thinking, I reach out and run my finger down his abs, loving the feeling of each ridged muscle. His body jerks at my touch and he draws in a quick breath.

  “Jesus, Lainey.”

  His enthusiastic response makes me bolder so I cup his erection through his briefs and gently rub him. He grabs my hand to stop me before he pushes me on my back with his body and devours my mouth with his. His hand drifts between my legs and starts rubbing my clit. I feel more wetness gather at my core. It's mortifying how wet he’s making me.

  “I was trying to take it slowly and ease you into this but I can’t when you touch me like that,” he breathes against my mouth.

  “Don’t want slow, Mik. Forget it’s my first time and show me how you do it.” I whisper back, moaning as he increases his rubbing in response to my words. “I want you to take me how you want to, not how you think you should.”

  He growls at me before he makes quick work of removing my bra. My ample breasts fall free and Mik drops his head to suck each turgid peak. His manipulations make my body frenzied and I wind my fingers in his hair, tugging lightly and making him groan in response.

  The hand between my legs continues rubbing my sensitive nub while he trails a finger inside my panties and then gently into me. I moan at the sensations that his entry brings and I start tugging on his hair harder as he moves his finger in and out of me. His thumb makes teases my clit while he plies my nipples with attention, sending me into an overload of sensations. I’ve given myself orgasms before, but the feelings Mik is creating are like nothing I have ever experienced. It’s almost too much to handle.

  “Mik. God. Mik…I can’t…”

  I begin to tell him I can’t take anymore but as I attempt to say it he bites down firmly but not too painfully on my left nipple as he simultaneously thrusts another finger into me and flicks my clit with his thumb like a man possessed. I fight to draw in a few shallow breaths as his exhilarating touch sends me over the abyss into the most powerful orgasm I’ve ever had. My body convulses and throbs, my inner thighs shake and I swear I see shooting stars.

  “That’s it, Lainey. Feel it. Ride it. Let yourself go…beautiful girl.”

  Mik removes his fingers when I finally stop quivering around them and puts them in his mouth, sucking them clean. I watch in fascination—and some embarrassment—when he shudders in delight at the taste of my juices.

  “I knew you’d be fucking sweet. Next time we do this, you’re coming in my mouth.”

  I jerk in surprise at his words and he flashes his cheeky grin at me. His grin heats my nether regions again and my pussy starts to throb for an encore. Mik leans forward, capturing my mouth with his. We kiss until we are both panting and moaning, our tongues duelling, our bodies moving in sync and our hands exploring.

  I can feel his erection against my thigh so I push my hand down the front of his boxers and stroke him. His cock is completely erect, long and thick, and I have a quick flash of concern that it’s not going to fit where I want it to. I don’t get too long to worry about it as Mik pulls my panties down my legs before he removes his boxers. I chance a look at his erection and the sheer size of it freaks me out. Hearing the crinkle of the condom packet makes my mouth go dry. This is really, finally happening.

  He moves in between my thighs and I feel him at my junction. He’s hot and hard.

  “This is gonna hurt, Lainey. There’s nothing I can do about it so you need to try to relax. It'll make it easier.”

  I bite my lip and nod at him. I want him so much but I’m not looking forward to the pain. I feel Mik rubbing my wetness and then entering a finger. After thrusting his finger in and out for a while, he adds another one and starts pumping them both. The feeling of fullness is exceedingly pleasant and with his thumb rubbing my clit I feel my body relaxing.

  Mik removes his fingers and then moves his cock to my entrance. He puts his forehead on mine and looks straight into my eyes, transmitting his passionate affection for me with his gaze.

  “I love you, Lainey,” he tells me as he pushes into me in one smooth motion.

  I cry out as he meets the resistance of my virginity and my body goes stiff from the pain. Mik continues past my body’s natural barrier and sheaths himself inside me.

  “Relax, my love…relax, Angel.”

  He soothes me with words while he stays completely still inside me. He strokes the side of my face and kisses me. On my mouth, my nose, and my forehead. The pain is subsiding and I’m adjusting to the foreign sensation of Mik filling me. I smile up at him, with slight shock. I never expected tonight to be like this.

  “We did it,” I murmur, dazed. I remember his beautiful declaration as he made me his and fulfilment overcomes me. “I love you too and I'm happy I did this with you.”

  He beams, adoration filling his eyes before he starts moving in and out of me. The feelings his movements evoke are becoming more and more pleasurable with each thrust and I can feel heat pooling at my core as I begin to rise towards another orgasm. He notices and reaches between us to rub my clit.

  “Oh, Lainey, so beautiful…can’t fucking believe…all mine.”

  His voice becomes jerky as he loses himself within my body.

  Mik’s movements are becoming frantic. He places an arm under my hips to raise them and wraps one of my legs around his waist. The change of position sends him deeper within me and I start to scream from the barrage of pleasure tinged with a slight bite of pain when he bottoms out in me. My body has become adjusted to having him inside so wrapping my arms around his neck, I begin to move my hips in time with his thrusts. It feels so good. He pumps into me faster and harder, and the tension that is coiling in me from my approaching orgasm finally explodes. I come again, my body tensing and my pulsing channel gripping him tightly. Sparks of pleasure shoot through me as I climax and I discover why people find sex so satisfying.

  “Holy fuck! So tight! FUCK!”

  Mik growls and I feel him swell inside of me. His thrusts lose their rhythm as he finds his release. Rolling off of me, he gathers me in his arms until I’m lying half on him and half on the bed. I can feel his heart racing as we both lie there panting for breath. I feel like I’ve run a marathon but at the same time I’m totally blissed out.

  He turns and looks at me with awe.

  “You just rocked my world, Lainey. I’m fucking gone! Head over fucking heels,” he announces. I smile the biggest smile I can and kiss his chest.

  “Same.”

  I don’t have the energy to say anything more. He laugh
s at my languid posture before he sits up, pulling off the condom and tossing it in the garbage. He brings a warm wet wash cloth from the bathroom and wipes me between the legs, grimacing when he pulls it away and it’s tinged with blood. He throws it through the open bathroom door and onto the floor as he walks into the living area to answer his phone when it begins ringing. I unashamedly watch his gorgeous ass flex as he strides away.

  Rolling on my back, I put my arm over my eyes and try not to think about what I have to do next. The guilt that I should have felt when I made the decision to make love with Mik finally hits me. I honestly don’t have a problem breaking up with Brendan. I was never as invested in our relationship as he was and after making love with Mik I now know why. There was nothing wrong with me, Brendan just wasn’t the right person for me.

  The problem I have is that I’ve broken my own moral code. I know Brendan is not going to take our breakup well. I’m not the sort of person who enjoys hurting others and I usually go out of my way to be honest and straight forward. Tonight I let my emotions and desires get the better of me for the first time in my life.

  “Fucking hell!” I hear Mik curse as he stalks back to the bedroom.

  He has his phone to his ear and is holding my phone in his hand.

  “Yeah, she’s with me. I’ll have her back when I'm good and fucking ready. We only went for a walk.” He pauses as the person on the other end speaks. “Well tell lover boy to calm his farm, he doesn’t fucking own her!”

  He hangs up on whomever he was talking to and looks at me grimly.

  “What?” I ask him tentatively. I have a fair idea what’s been going on at my birthday party.

  “That was Benji. Apparently lover boy has made a big scene because we’re missing. Wendy’s trying to keep Beast from finding out, and Benji is about to knock his fucking head off.”

  He starts pressing buttons on my phone, his eyes narrowing as he reads. I can guess what he is reading and I’m pretty sure Brendan is going to be copping two beatings tonight if I don’t shut this situation down.

  “Lainey, please tell me that you don’t let him treat you like this?”

  Mik eyeballs me fiercely. I look down at the bed, unable to maintain his gaze in the face of his confusion and anger with me.

  “I’ll gut the piece of shit when I see him! He’s called you a whore, a slut, lucky that he puts up with your shit, Biker Trash, frigid…”

  “STOP IT!” I yell at him as I jump off the bed and push him in the chest.

  I don't need to hear it, I live it. I wrestle my phone off of him and then start gathering up my clothes. I can’t find my panties so I pull on my jeans without them before Mik wraps both arms around mine and pins them to my sides

  “Lainey, calm down. What the fuck is going on? I’ve never seen you let anyone treat you like this. You’d normally kick that bastard’s ass for looking at you the wrong way, let alone the shit he's fucking said to you. Since when do you let anyone talk to you like that?”

  He turns me so he can look me in the eyes. I see worry clouding his gorgeous eyes and I curse the universe for wrecking our wonderful night.

  “He’s right though, isn’t he? I’ve just jumped into bed with you and done exactly what he said I was doing.”

  “Bullshit! I’ve read the messages, this has been going on for months! Every time you come and see me or go somewhere without him.” He draws me in closer and squeezes me. His chest expanding and contracting as he takes deep breaths to calm himself.

  “Lainey, tonight was your first time with anyone. I’ve waited a long time to get you to let me in like you just did and I don't want this shit to ruin it. I’m in love with you and I think you’re in love with me which is why what we’ve done tonight is okay. Love makes it okay. The way he’s behaving is NOT fucking okay!”

  Mik’s breathing is starting to quicken as he works himself back into a rage over what Brendan has texted. I wrap my arms tighter around him.

  “I do love you, you know that. You’re so much more than my best friend now.”

  I whisper against his muscled chest and he hugs me so tightly I can hardly breathe. I’m in love with Mik—I realize now that I have been for a long time—but I don’t think it completely excuses what I just did.

  “Mik just let me end it with him tonight in private.” I continue in a louder voice. I move out of his embrace and look at him with as much conviction as I can muster.

  “Forget about the texts, come tomorrow he won’t be a problem anymore so just let this slide…for me…please?” I plead with him.

  I definitely don’t love Brendan or even particularly like him that much at the moment but I want to do the right thing and let him down gently, without an audience or a beating. After all, I have just proven every hurtful word he has ever said to me to be right by making love with Mik before I called it quits with him.

  “I don’t want you anywhere near him alone, Lainey,” Mik states. He’s still furious but I can see him calming down.

  “Just one last time is all I need. I’m not a bitch. I’m not going to rub us in his face tonight. We’ll go back to the party and I’ll take him somewhere quiet, like the parking lot, to break up with him. I just need you to keep your distance tonight, then we can meet at home tomorrow and tell everyone about us.” I send him a pleading look, hoping he’ll understand.

  “Angel…” Mik starts. I cut off his upcoming argument with a kiss.

  “You know I’m right. This is how it’s got to go down. Just keep your distance tonight and we can go public tomorrow, Mo Ghrá.” I reach up and lovingly stroke his face.

  He gives me a heart stopping smile as my Gaelic words of love sink in and I know I have won this battle.

  CHAPTER NINE

  Lainey

  Four and a Half Years Earlier

  After gathering our things, we head back to the party hand in hand. As we are about to walk inside, I take my bag off of Mik. Squeezing his hand one final time for the night, I make myself put some space between us. The closer we come to the hall, the harder my guilt has kicked in. I'm a horrible, deceitful person.

  We enter through the hall’s back door and find the dance floor packed. Everyone has obviously thrown back some drinks while we were gone and the party has kicked up a notch. Anyone who isn't dancing or making loud conversation is making out with someone. I glance around but cannot see Brendan or Benji anywhere. I smile one last smile for the night at Mik, before walking towards the front exit of the hall. I’m assuming that everyone I'm looking for is out the front.

  As I’m stepping through the doorway, my arm is grabbed and I’m yanked against a hard chest. Bunching my fist ready to punch the idiot who grabbed me, I am shocked to find it was Brendan. He’s shaking with rage and clearly about to explode. His eyes are glazed and he reeks of alcohol. The hand that isn’t holding me is clenched in a fist and I see that he’s eyeing Mik, who has followed me through the door like he wants to kill him.

  I should have known Mik would follow me, regardless of my pleas to stay away.

  “Brendan, please calm down.” I beg him, trying to pull out of his grip. He ignores me and holds my arm tighter, using it to drag me further from Mik as he steps through the doorway and crosses his arms across his wide chest.

  “What the fuck is your problem, man? You wanna let go of Lainey before I fucking make you let go,” Mik states in a quiet but lethal voice.

  Brendan pushes me behind him as he swings at Mik and misses. His unexpected movement causes me to fall to my hands and knees and slide a short distance across the rough asphalt. A strangled cry is torn from me when the jagged rocks rip through my jeans and leaves deep grazes in my hands and knees.

  “You fucking cockhead,” Mik growls at Brendan as he pushes past him to help me up. “You're gonna pay for that.”

  Brendan just stands there sneering down at me with contempt as he sways drunkenly on the spot. Mik helps me to my feet and checks my hands. The skin is ripped but I'm not bleeding. He squats i
n front of me to check my knees and is picking rocks from one of my knees when Brendan grabs him by the back of his cut and tries to drag him away from me. Mik stumbles but doesn't fall.

  “Don’t touch my girlfriend.”

  Mik rises to his full height and in one quick movement, he jams his forearm across Brendan’s throat and slams him against the side of the building. Brendan's face begins turning blue from Mik's pressure.

  “Mik, calm down,” I plead.

  There are too many people here who know Brendan for Mik to do this without repercussions. Brendan's family could cause a lot of trouble for Mik and the MC. I know my pleas have reached deaf ears when Mik pushes harder and Brendan wheezes.

  "Don't fucking tell me what to do, you piece of shit.” Mik spits in Brendan's face. He barely finishes his warning before he punches Brendan twice in the gut. “If we weren't in public, I'd fucking kill you for what you just did to her.”

  From the corner of my eye, I see Benji, Kyle and Joel step out of the shadows and cross their arms over their chests, ready to take on anyone who might come to Brendan's aid. Kyle is tall and lanky and both of my brothers are huge—bigger than most fully grown men—but all three are intimidating. They look furious and even though they are still teenagers, their sheer size causes the couple of men who were about to step in to rethink their actions and fade into the darkness.

  My attention is drawn back to Mik when he punches Brendan again before letting him go. Brendan slides down the building and drops to the ground. Mik spits on him again before he strides back to me and wraps his arms around me. I fall against him, needing his touch. I hate scenes like this.

  “You're going to regret that, biker scum,” Brendan threatens Mik, wiping saliva from his face, although he’s staring at me as he says it. My anxiety spikes. Why can't he just accept defeat and move on?