Six: Company of Sinners MC #2

by Lisa J. Hobman

  The door opened and my breath caught. Chloe stood there before me. Grey yoga pants and a baggy black sweater that slipped off one shoulder. Hair all bunched messily on top of her head and not a scrap of make-up on her beautiful face. One wrist still in a cast. And fuck me if she wasn't the best thing I'd ever seen in my sorry-ass life.

  “Were you ever going to knock?” Her voice was small and her eyes glistened.

  I swallowed hard unable to take my eyes off her. Unable to speak. My heart skipped and thudded at my ribs and my fingers twitched desperate to touch her.

  “Are you going to speak, Six?” she asked, hugging her arms around her body and tilting her head to one side.

  I exhaled a shaking, uneven breath. “I... I don't know what to say to you, Chloe. Except... I'm sorry. So goddamn sorry, again. For everything. I...I shouldn't have come.” I turned and began to walk away.

  Her voice stopped me in my tracks. “Don't you dare fucking leave. Don't you dare. Not now. If you walk away from me now after all this bullshit, that's it, Six. We're done...” I closed my eyes and clenched my jaw tight. And after a moments silence she whispered, “And God knows I don't want us to be done.” A sob left her chest and was my undoing.

  I turned and in two steps I had her in my arms.

  I crushed my mouth to hers with a ferocity that expressed my deepest emotions. Things I had no words for came out in a melding of tongues and breath. She clung to me and jumped wrapping her legs around my waist and I staggered, pushing her into the wall just inside her apartment.

  I pulled away and locked my gaze on her eyes trying to read her thoughts. Trying to assess if I was about to add to her trauma. “Did he...did he hurt you? I mean did he...did he...” I swallowed the knot of anger down but the words just wouldn't come.

  Thankfully she understood and smoothed her fingers across the shaved areas of my scalp. A small smile appeared. “Did he rape me? No...no he didn't. I head butted him and broke his nose before he had a chance.” A wicked grin spread across her face and my respect for her increased tenfold in that moment. The strength of this woman. God she was incredible.

  I tugged on the band that held her hair and cascades of chocolate brown waves fell around her shoulders, skimming the delicate pale skin there. Unable to get quite close enough I kicked the door behind me and slammed it shut before carrying her to the space between the coffee table and couch. The place where she had danced for me and only me. Dropping to my knees I maneuvered to sit against the couch and her legs instinctively wrapped around my body, her hands tugged at my hair hard enough for it to hurt where I was scarred. But I didn't care. All I cared about was being with her. Kissing her. Holding her.

  My cock strained at the denim of my jeans and she rubbed herself along the thick ridge it had created. She felt amazing and I needed more of her. Releasing her for a moment, I grabbed the hem of her sweater and dragged it from her body until her bare breasts were exposed. I grabbed one roughly and bent to suck the erect peak into my mouth.

  Her head rolled back and she moaned. “I need you, Six, please. It's been too long and I need you inside of me.”

  I lifted her to her feet and dragged her yoga pants down her body along with her panties and flung them aside. Her pussy was there right before my face and I needed to taste her again. Grabbing her ass, I pulled her forward and delved into her warm, wet arousal with my probing tongue. That smell, that taste.

  So intoxicating.

  So familiar.

  So damn good.

  “God I've missed this. I've missed you. I thought I'd lost you,” I mumbled between long strokes up the center of her glistening flesh. She gripped at my hair and widened her stance, pulling me deeper still.

  “Please, Six, please,” she begged again and my cock began to throb.

  Lifting her once more I scrambled to stand and cupped her face. I thrust my tongue into her mouth. “You taste so good, baby, so fucking good.”

  She pulled herself away and dropped to her knees before me. I gazed down at her where she knelt and stroked her hair as she began to unfasten my boots. One by one she removed them along with my socks and I watched in awe and she worked on my jeans zipper and button. Slipping her hands inside the waist band she slid my pants and boxers down and my cock sprang free. I yanked the T-shirt from my torso and once my clothes were discarded she lightly scratched her nails up my thighs and placed teasing kisses along my skin.

  Until she reached my cock.

  In one deep, wet stroke she took me in and my head rolled back in ecstasy. Breath hitching, I reached down to feel my cock slipping in and out of her gorgeous hot mouth. Sensations of pleasure radiated from where she sucked and licked and traveled right on up to my nipple piercing. Not wanting it to end I had to bite my lip to stop from coming too soon.

  Chapter Forty-Six

  Chloe

  He was here.

  He actually came to me.

  My stomach had tightened as I watched him through the spy hole on my door and tears had welled in my eyes at the sight of him.

  So damned beautiful even now.

  His long shaggy hair was shaved at both sides but the top remained long, kind of like a mohawk but his own individual version and a tattoo of a wolf had been inked onto his scalp at the uninjured side. I had wondered if the wolf had anything to do with the conversation I vividly remembered we'd had. I hoped so. He was my wolf. My protector. A severe bark and bite but oh so loyal.

  He had stood there staring at my door and it appeared as though he was caught between knocking and leaving. Please don't leave. He had a black patch covering his injured eye and fastened around his head and I had desperately wanted to kiss him there. To hold him and thank him for rescuing me from the psychopath who'd been hell bent on keeping me as some kind of pet.

  After I'd watched him for a few minutes I could stand it no longer. I flung open the door.

  When I spoke he lifted his face and stared at me but didn't utter a word. I had tracked a range of emotions as they'd fleetingly rested on his scarred features. Then he'd said the words I didn't want to hear. He'd said he should never have come.

  No, no! My heart was breaking all over again. He couldn't leave. If he had I knew that would be the end. This was our opportunity to reconnect. To sort things out. To figure out where we stood. And I told him so.

  Before I had known what was happening I was in his arms, right where I belonged.

  I knelt before him, taking his rigid length of silky smooth skin into my desperate mouth. I gripped the tightened muscles of his ass beneath my fingers as I sucked and kissed every divine inch of him. This was the first time I'd taken him into my mouth and it was just as good as I imagined. The feel of him flinching against my tongue as he fought for control was one of immense power, knowing I could be the undoing of him if I so desired.

  But I needed him inside of me. I needed to feel him deep in my core until he was a part of me. My clit throbbed at the thought and I stood, pushing on his chest until he dropped back on to the couch.

  He gazed up at me through hooded, lust filled eyes and I could see how much he needed that connection too. He reached for me and I obliged.

  I clambered onto his lap and straddled his thick, muscular thighs, watching as his huge hands slipped up my body to tease my nipples. Sensations of sheer pleasure traveled like electricity straight to my clit and I moaned, allowing my eyes to drift closed briefly. He sucked a nipple into his mouth and swirled his tongue around it before biting down and causing a spike of need in my core.

  “Again,” I told him breathlessly. He moved to the other nipple and repeated the swirling and biting. I convulsed with the assault of pleasure and pain and slipped my hand down to rub at the junction of my thighs, needing the friction. Desperate for release.

  He grabbed my wrist and I snapped my attention on his face. “Uh-uh. No, sweetheart. Only I get to make you come. I want you to be mine now, baby, mind body and soul. If you'll have me I want to be yours too.”

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sp; In response to his question I gripped his cock and teased my entrance with the tip, watching his mouth fall open slightly and hearing his breathing rate increase. With one slow, purposeful move I rested my hands on his shoulders and sunk my body down his length as a deep groan of pleasure erupted from his chest. Scratching my nails down his ink and flicking his nipple piercing brought more moans, the sound of which I craved, and his gaze was locked on me. Unwavering and determined.

  It was hard to keep my eyes open, but I wanted to watch him watching me as I slowly rose and sunk back down taking all of him into my pussy. He tugged at my nipples and reached up to slide his hand into my hair pulling me down so that our foreheads were touching.

  “Will you be mine?” The intensity of his gaze penetrated my soul and my heart simultaneously as he continued with sincerity, “No more pretending we're not good for each other. No more staying away, Chloe. I need to know that you're mine now.”

  He gripped my hips and increased the pace, thrusting deep into my wet core as I began to tighten around him. His hand slipped between us and his rough, thick fingers connected with my clit where he circled me hard and fast.

  “Answer me, baby. I need to know.”

  I threw my head back, losing all sense of control. “Oh yes! God yes, I'm yours. Always have been. Fuck me hard, Six, make me yours.”

  His thrusts increased and my breasts bounced with the force. I reached for my nipples and squeezed hard as my whole body spasmed around his and an intense, mind melting orgasm ripped through my body.

  And the words I had been feeling for so long left my lips. “I love you, Six, I love you so much.”

  “Oh baby, I love you too,” he growled as he came with one last powerful surge.

  We laid there, cuddled on the couch as he drew lazy circles on my skin with a handsome smile on his face.

  “What are you smiling about?” I asked, intrigued as I watched him lost in his thoughts.

  “I've decided you're not exactly a wolf.”

  I scrunched my brow. “Huh? I don't understand.”

  His fingers trailed down my neck and between my breasts before he leaned down and kissed me. “Remember I told you that I thought you were like a wolf... Well... You're more of a kind of wolf-butterfly hybrid.”

  I couldn't help giggling. “Oh really? Can't imagine what one of those would look like. But anyway, how do you figure that?”

  “You're graceful, like a butterfly. Even in the throes of orgasm there's this elegance about you. You're still a dancer in everything you do. But then... there's this fierce side to you still. The way you stand up for yourself. Your independence. Your bite.” As he said that he bit down on my nipple once again and I gasped.

  “My bite? What about your bite?” I replied in a breathless, needy whisper as I felt my pussy begin to tingle again.

  “Oh baby you know you love my bite.” He grinned and my heart melted.

  He had a very good point.

  I closed my eyes as his fingers began to trail down my body and I felt his erection thicken at my thigh.

  I breathed, “So I'm a wolf-butterfly hybrid... I think I kind of like that. And I like your new ink too. It makes you look dangerous.”

  “Oh honey you don't know the half of it.” He told me as he rolled me onto my front and lifted my hips so that my ass rubbed against his cock.

  Sliding his finger down he found me wet and ready again.

  Six

  As I drove my cock deep into Chloe once more squeezing her gorgeous round ass the pleasure intensified knowing that this was no longer just fucking. I reached around and teased her clit and she tightened around me. Turning her face she watched me over her shoulder as I slid my length in deep and out...in deep and out. She was so beautiful when her eyes darkened with desire and it was a view I would never, ever tire of.

  Reaching down I lifted her onto my lap so her back was pressed against my chest and my cock sank deeper. I groaned and she gasped, clenching her pussy around me. I could reach to caress her tits and her clit but more importantly I could kiss her deeply too.

  “All the fucking time we wasted, Chloe dancer. Let's never do that again.”

  “Never,” she gasped in agreement as I thrust into her. Connecting in the most intense and intimate way. Pleasing her. Marking her as mine.

  My little wolf-butterfly.

  Epilogue

  Six

  I wasn't sure who was the most anxious. Chloe or me. She was pale and her palms were sweaty as I gripped her hands and tried my best to allay her fears and calm her.

  Leaning toward her I gently kissed her forehead. “Just breathe, baby. It'll all be fine.”

  Her eyes widened. “Really? That's all you've got? Jeez!” she snapped and I had to stifle a laugh.

  Chewing the inside of my cheek I continued with my encouragement. “Just squeeze my fingers whenever you need to okay?”

  “Oh don't you worry. I sure as hell will. And just remember when I break them that it's because of you that I'm here in the first damn place.”

  A bead of sweat traveled down her cheek and I leaned in again and licked it off her face.

  “Eeeeuw! Six, you're so gross.” The smile on her face belied her words and I rested my forehead on hers.

  I ran my nose along her cheek as she gasped at the pain and I whispered, “Just breathe baby. Okay? In through your nose...out through your mouth.”

  “I know how to fucking breathe!” she shouted at me and once more I pulled my lips in to stop from laughing.

  While I hated seeing her in pain I knew that it would all be worth it.

  Her face scrunched as the next wave of pain hit and she gripped my fingers with such a force that I began to believe her threats about breaking them.

  I was so proud of her.

  After what felt like an eternity, Dee's head popped up. “All done, sweetie.” She placed the gun down and sat back to admire her work. “Oh wow. I know I may sound conceited...and I'm a tad biased but wow. That really is beautiful.”

  Chloe sat up straight and breathed a sigh of relief. “Thank goodness that's over with. How the hell can you guys go through that over and over?”

  I told her with a chuckle, “Hey, believe me, it gets addictive, baby.”

  She huffed. “Yeah? Well I may be the exception that rule.”

  Delilah laughed too. “We'll see, CD. We'll see.”

  “Come on, I'm dying to see it.” I stood and held my hand out to Chloe to help her up.

  She turned and I gasped. A lump of emotion lodged in my throat and I stared at the first ink to beautifully mark Chloe dancers alabaster shoulder.

  A wolf-butterfly hybrid.

  Just for me.

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  The End

  Acknowledgments

  Thank you to every single reader/blog/page who continues to support me and read my stories.

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  A massive thank you to Tammy at The Graphics Shed for my stunning covers. Regardless of what I think I want you always seem to know what I actually want! Even before I do! You’re an absolute gem.

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  And last but by no means least thank you to my wonderful family and friends for putting up with my incessant talk of books and publishing! I have no idea what I would do without you… probably talk to myself instead which wouldn’t be half as much fun!

  About the Author

  Lisa is happily married to her best friend and together she and her husband have one child and two daft dogs. Writing has always been her passion although it has only been in recent years that she has taken the plunge to try her hand at novels. Back in 2014 her debut Bridge Over the Atlantic (later republished by Aria Fiction as A Seaside Escape) was published by an American company and was shortlisted in the Romantic Novelists Association RONAs for their prestigious Romance Novel of the Year.

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  Lisa is now the proud author of both self-published and traditionally published titles since being signed on a four book deal to Ari
a Fiction, an imprint of award winning Head of Zeus Publishing.

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  Originally from Yorkshire, Lisa now lives in bonny Scotland, a place that features in many of her titles. And when she’s not writing, reading or editing she can be found being taken for a walk by her energetic dogs.

  Also by Lisa J Hobman

  (Please note these titles are not erotic novels)

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  A Seaside Escape

  A Year of Finding Happiness

  Christmas Presence

  (A Seaside Escape Christmas Novella)

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  What Becomes of the Broken Hearted

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  Reasons to Leave

  Reasons to Stay

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  Duplicity

  Through the Glass

  The Girl Before Eve

  Last Christmas

  (A TGBE Christmas Novella)

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  The Worst of Me

  In His Place

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  And coming soon:

  Zara Bailey’s Summer of New Beginnings