by Gemma Weir
I turn back to Livvy just as she brings her knee up hard and nails Smoke in the balls. My stomach clenches as he drops to the floor and my little hellion steps over him and straight out the door.
My heels stomp loudly as I dash down the street. I don’t even know where I’m going. I just need to walk.
“Stupid bloody man.” My muttering is perfectly synced with the noise of my heels. “Trying to tell me what to do.”
Stomp.
“He’s not done with me yet.”
Stomp.
“Who the hell does he think he is?”
Stomp.
I get about a hundred yards down the street before strong arms band around my waist. “Uuuufff,” I grunt. I’m airborne, hanging over Echo’s shoulder and staring at his arse. Twice in two days this Neanderthal has manhandled me. I’m not turned on by him going all caveman on me. Definitely not turned on. Honest.
“Put me down, you fucking bastard.” Kicking my legs, I pound at his back with my fists, but his grip never loosens. Echo deposits me back on my feet next to his bike, a helmet I’ve never seen him wear is shoved onto my head, and he silently fastens the strap under my chin. Throwing his leg over the saddle, he straddles the huge machine.
I cross my arms across my chest. “I’m not getting on that thing.”
Echo pulls in an exasperated deep breath before tipping his face up to the sky. “Sugar, climb on behind me and wrap your arms round me.”
I shake my head and start to edge backwards. “Echo, why the fuck are you even here, chasing after me?”
He climbs off his bike, slowly stalking towards me. “I’m reclaiming what’s mine.”
“What the bloody hell are you talking about?” I shout.
His intense gaze pins me to the spot, and it dawns on me. “What’s yours, Echo? Me?”
Heat flares in his eyes, and he squares his shoulders. “Hell yes, sugar, you’re mine.” He drags me towards him. I start to protest, but his lips claim mine in a punishing kiss that silences me, and I melt into his touch.
“Get on the bike, Livvy.”
Torn from the blissful aftermath of his kiss, I open my eyes and pull from his embrace. “No way. Motorcycles may look hot, but they’re deathtraps, and I’ve got no inclination to die.”
He wraps his hand around my wrist and pulls me towards him. His voice is rough and full of barely contained anger. “Do you think I’d ever put you in danger?”
“It’s not you. It’s that thing,” I say, pulling from his grasp and pointing at the massive Harley. He scowls, reaches for my finger, and gently urges me forward, placing my palm over his chest. “Do you trust me?”
“I don’t know you, Echo,” I say on a sigh.
He tilts my chin up to face him. “It takes time to get to know someone, sugar. Do you feel my heart under your fingers?”
I nod.
“Something about you makes my heart race in a way it never has before. I bet if I felt your heart, it’d be beating in sync with mine, because you feel it too, this connection we have. Don’t you?” Echo’s voice is earnest, honest, and I drop my eyes to look at where my fingers are spread across his chest. I feel the thud of his heart, and mine stutters in response.
“Look at me, sugar,” he demands. Lifting my eyes, I swallow. “Do you trust me, Livvy?” he asks again.
My response is instinctive. “Yes, but—”
Smiling, he threads his fingers through mine. “No buts, sugar. Now get on the bike.”
“Echo…” I bite my lip.
He swings his leg over the saddle on his bike and looks at the seat behind him, barely hiding his impatience. Exhaling loudly, he leans towards me. “So help me God, if you don’t get your fine ass on my bike in the next three seconds, I’ll have your panties around your ankles, and I’ll spank your ass till it’s a perfect shade of red right out here in the open. It’s your choice.”
My mouth drops open in shock before I quickly clamber onto the bike and wrap my arms around his waist. My legs are spread around his, and he grabs my knees, pulling me forward until my lady bits hit his back. His clean scent mixes with the smell of his leather waistcoat, and I bury my face against his back, inhaling deeply.
Echo starts the bike, and the moment the wheels start to move, blinding fear consumes me. I squeeze my eyes tightly shut, and my fingers clamp on to him in a death grip at his waist.
We pull up to the clubhouse a few minutes later. Echo jumps off his bike, then lifts me off and removes the helmet from my head.
Grabbing my hand, he walks quickly, dragging me behind him until I stumble. I try to snatch my hand from his grip and shout at him, “Bloody slow down. I’m in heels.” He doesn’t speak, but his pace immediately slows.
The club’s full of men, but if they notice us, they don’t pay any attention as Echo marches through, pulling me along behind him. He pauses, then looks back at me. His eyes twinkle with mischief before he turns back towards the room full of bikers.
Releasing my hand, he puts his fingers to his mouth and whistles loudly. The bar silences and all eyes turn to face us. “Yo. This here is Olivia. She’s mine. If any of you see her trying to leave the clubhouse, you stop her and bring her back to me.”
There’s a chorus of yeses and nods of acknowledgments. Echo nods, smiling, before dragging me, my mouth dropped open in shock, the rest of the way to his room. He pushes me inside then turns to shut and lock the door behind us.
This bitch is driving me insane.
I’ve never had to chase down a woman in my life, and yet Livvy seems to run from me at every opportunity.
Well, this shit ends now.
I’ve never felt jealousy before. I’ve never felt this anger and possessiveness that I feel for her. I want her, and she wants me, I know she does. I see the way she looks at me, how turned on she is.
She gave herself to me completely, and I want that again.
She woke something in me, and I need it again.
“Echo, what the hell? You can’t just tell a group of bloody bikers that I’m not allowed to leave,” I shout.
“Livvy, sugar, you’ve already proved you’re a massive fucking flight risk. If you really want to leave, I’ll take you back right now. But I’m not having you sneak out in the middle of the night again.”
I glare menacingly at Echo and stamp my foot. “Why am I here?”
His hands are doing that sexy hair-ruffling thing again, and the movement mesmerises me. Back and forth, his fingers drag through his hair, dishevelling it. He smiles as he watches me check him out. Then his expression turns serious and his eyes pin me to the spot. “Want to explain why I woke up alone this morning?” he growls.
I sigh dramatically and roll my eyes. “Look, we had fun, but it was a one-night stand. I wasn’t expecting breakfast.”
In an instant, Echo’s across the room. “This doesn’t feel like a one-night thing to me, sugar.” His fingers caress my cheek. He’s so close I feel his hot breath when he speaks. “You’re mine. I want you to be mine, Livvy.”
Closing my eyes, I shut out everything and just feel his touch. God, I want this man. I tried to convince myself that this was a one-night stand, just amazing sex, but it feels like there could be something more, something deeper.
“What you thinkin’ about, sugar?” he asks, his voice a honeyed drawl.
I force my eyes open and realise I’m wrapped in Echo’s arms. I don’t remember moving closer to him. I sigh. “This is insane. I don’t know you, Echo. We only met a couple of days ago.”
“Fuck, sugar. I know that.”
Pushing away from him, I step back. “It’s lust. That’s all it is, just lust.”
“It’s not just fucking lust for me,” he roars.
I should be terrified, and I am, but not of him. Even after only a couple of days, I already know he would never hurt me. I step towards him, the pull to be close to him stronger than any argument I can think of to run away again.
He reaches out and cups my chin. “I’ve found
what I want, Livvy. You. I want every kiss, every gasp, every moan. I want to know everything about you, your hopes, your dreams. What your happy ever after looks like. Tell me you don’t feel it too, ‘cause I can see it in your eyes.”
His voice is desperate. I’ve never heard him speak like this before, and I stop and stare at him. I open my mouth to speak, but no words come. I’m not sure who moves, me or him, but we’re chest to chest again.
“Mine,” he growls.
I tremble at the possession in his voice.
“Last chance, Livvy. You can leave now and I won’t chase you. I’ll leave you alone. The choice is yours,” he snarls impatiently.
His eyes are dark, anger and desire swirling in their depths. Excitement and fear mix in my chest and I shake. My eyes lock with his, and I see the sincerity of his promise. If I walk away now, he won’t try to stop me.
So why can’t I move my legs?
“What’s it gonna be? I can’t force you to stay, so walk away now or choose to stay and belong to me?” Striding across the room he unlocks the door and opens it. The noise of the guys in the bar filters in.
“What about them? You told them not to let me leave.”
Echo turns his back on me and moves to the other side of the room. “I’ll make sure no one stops you.”
I force my feet to move. I cross the room and rest my hand on the door. I can feel Echo watching me silently from his spot against the wall. I pull in a deep breath and shut the door. “So, what are you going to do with me now?”
He rushes towards me, and I’m hauled into the air. He strides across to the bed, sits, and flings me face down across his lap. His huge hand presses between my shoulders, holding me down.
My heart’s banging in my chest. I’m frightened, but so turned on. “Echo what are you doing?” I ask, my voice breathy and excited.
He laughs. “The other night you loved doing as you were told, you loved me being in control. So this is the way it’s gonna work. I woke up alone. I didn’t like that. By the time I tracked you down, you were on a date with that pussy-ass bastard Anderson and his hands were all over you. That pissed me off. In fact, from the moment I realised you were gone this morning, all I’ve been thinking about doing is spanking your ass until you’re wet and begging. Now, if you’re not down with that, you need to say now.”
Gasping in short, excited breaths, I squirm in his lap, making a half-hearted effort to get free. “Oh sugar, yeah, you want me to spank you, don’t you?”
I try to speak, to say no. But nothing comes out.
“I want to hear the words, Livvy. You want me to spank you, don’t you?”
Heat blooms in my cheeks, and I close my eyes briefly before nodding. “Yes.”
Echo strokes his hand up and down my back before his fingers drop lower to caress my arse. Cupping the cheek, he squeezes tightly before moving to the other side and repeating the action. I’m tingling from head to toe, my breath coming in excited gasps.
My fists wrap tightly into his jeans. Terrified, excited anticipation tingles across my skin. I’m more turned on than I’ve ever been in my entire life.
Echo lifts the hem of my dress and flips it up so the skirt rests against my back. His fingers run along the edge of my panties, slowly pushing them to the side. Gently stroking along my wetness, his fingers tease my entrance but never dip any further.
My pussy is pulsing, my mind silently begging him to do something. Touch me, spank me, anything.
“Echo, please,” I beg.
He pulls down my panties, and I hear the smile in his voice. “Don’t worry, sugar, I’m gonna look after you.”
Smack.
His hand against my arse shocks me.
“Owww.” My cry turns to moans when his caressing touch soothes the stinging skin.
Three more spanks come in close succession. My skin burns, and exquisite pain flows through me. His fingers circle my clit, and when I arch off his lap, and the bastard chuckles.
He’s torturing me. “I hate you.” I gasp. He pushes his finger into me and curls it. “Oh my God,” I shout, the spike of pleasure is the perfect balm for the pain.
“Hell, you love it, don’t you? Your pussy’s so wet, you’re soaked.” His voice drops to a gravelly rasp, and I shudder.
“Hmmm,” I purr as he gently pushes his finger in and out, circling my clit but never quite touching it.
I wiggle, trying to get him to touch me, but Echo tuts in amusement. “No, you don’t get that yet.” He pulls his finger from me, and I groan at the loss.
I hear the sound before I register the feeling. His palm spanks down against my arse once, then again with punishing intensity. I don’t get the chance to process the pain before two fingers push roughly into me.
“Arghhh.” I gasp as an orgasm hurtles towards me.
“You want me, don’t you, sugar?” he growls.
I’m incoherent, barely groaning as sensation consumes me. “Nhhhhh,” I mumble.
He withdraws his fingers, spanking me again. “Tell me you want me, Livvy.” His fingertip circles my clit then lightly glides across the top of it.
“Please, please,” I chant desperately.
“I like it when you beg. But I need you to tell me you want me.” His palm connects with my skin, harder this time.
“Ahhh,” I scream. Heated and sore, everything tingles in pleasure, and arousal gushes out of me.
Smack.
“Tell me you want me, Livvy,” he demands.
Smack.
“Tell me.”
Smack.
My arse is on fire, but it’s not painful. I fight against the urge to close my legs tight to stop the need building inside me, but I don’t. I want him to take control, to push me over the edge. Echo’s rough skin strokes my back, my arse, my pussy. His touch is everywhere, but never enough.
“More. Please more,” I beg. I need him to make this end, to stop torturing me. I need to embrace the blissful sensation when the pleasure overtakes and I lose all sense of reality.
“I want you, Echo. Please.”
His hands disappear. My eyes squeeze shut tightly. I can’t see him, but too much time seems to pass.
Thwack.
His hand whacks down on my arse. “Fuck, that hurt,” I shout.
Two of his fingers plunge into me, and the pain is forgotten. “Ahhhhh,” I moan.
Stroking my clit with his thumb, he moves his fingers inside me. He comes so close to my G spot but never quite touches.
“Tell me you’re mine, Livvy.” His words barely register.
He strokes then circles my clit; I’m so close. My orgasm builds, then fades in waves as he teases me. My fingers and toes tingle. My whole body tenses, trying to chase the orgasm that Echo’s keeping just outside my reach.
“Tell me you’re mine.” His voice is demanding and begging me at the same time.
Eyes screwed shut, I can see my orgasm in my mind. A ball of luminescent light, swirling and cascading over and over, almost in reach but a fingertip away.
“I’m yours, I’m yours,” I scream.
His fingers pull away and the gaping sense of emptiness makes my stomach drop. I’m in the air and thrown onto his bed. He rips my panties down my legs and discards them over his shoulder. He crawls up my body, hovering over me, his face above mine. Then he kisses me.
It’s only the second time we’ve kissed. We’ve fucked, we’ve argued, he’s spanked me. But it’s only the second time his lips have touched mine. They’re punishing, claiming my mouth and possessing me totally.
“Who do you belong to, Livvy?”
“I don’t belong to anyone.”
A growl of frustration spills from him. Crawling down the bed, he buries his face in my pussy. His tongue should be ordained a weapon of mass destruction, because it’s both the best and worst thing to ever happen to me.
He licks my clit, teasing it before flattening his tongue and running it straight down the centre of my sex. He laps at me like
he can’t get enough of my taste. His tongue thrusts inside me, and he tongue fucks me till I’m writhing around the bed in delirious desperation.
Pulling back, he reaches up and tenderly strokes my cheek. “I love you like this, sugar, all desperate. Only I can make you feel like this, only I can do this to you. Tell me, Livvy, who do you belong to?”
Our eyes lock. He’s a virtual stranger. I can’t let him claim me, possess me.
His hand strokes my side, caressing my hip. He runs his finger straight down my sex, barely touching my clit. He dips inside me with just the tip of his finger, then brings it up to his mouth and sucks the end. “You taste so sweet. Tell me who owns you. Who do you belong to?”
My mouth drops open, and I lick my dry lips. I’ve felt lost for so long. But looking into his eyes, time slows and everything makes sense.
“I’m yours. I belong to you,” I say, my voice clear and coherent.
“Damn straight you do, sugar,” he says with a smile.
Two fingers push roughly into me. “Gahhhh,” I cry. My muscles clench around him, and I’m desperate for more. “Echo, please.”
He grins and moves down the bed. Our eyes meet, and he smirks as he licks my clit. The sensation hits me like a bomb, and I surge off the bed, pushing my pussy into his face.
“Fuck, sugar, I’m gonna make you come so hard.” He groans. Nipping my clit with his teeth, he pushes a third finger inside me, and curving upwards he massages my G spot. Heat starts in my toes and consumes the rest of my body till I’m screaming in pleasure.
Sweat coats my skin, and my chest heaves as I gasp for air. Echo’s arms wrap around me and pull me into his chest. Warm lips kiss my neck. “Sleep, baby,” he whispers.
Exhaustion washes over me, my eyelids flutter shut, and I fall asleep.
I might have claimed her, but fuck, she’s claimed me too.
I’ve never felt like this before.
I want to touch her and mark her. Hell, I want to tattoo “Property of Echo” across her ass so everyone knows she’s mine. The last time I had a woman for more than a night, I was eighteen and about to leave for the army. Seeing war and death changes you. I went in a boy and left a broken, cynical man.