Rook's Control

by Rook's Control [Evernight] (mobi)

  “You ready for me, baby?” It was a rhetorical question, because he knew she was, heard her begging for it under her breath, and saw how primed she was between her thighs.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  In one hard thrust he buried himself so deep inside of her that she cried out. He wouldn’t punish her for the sound she made without permission, because he’d groaned right along with her.

  His balls slapped on her pussy lips, the wet sound fueling his arousal.

  Rook grabbed her hips, dug his fingertips into her flesh, and pounded into her. He started to sweat, droplets of perspiration sliding down his temple and landing on her body. He kept his focus on the shaking of her ass every time he pushed himself into her, every time his balls slapped against her slicked-up skin. Her hole was stretched wide around him, slightly glossy because of it, and turning him on to the point he felt like a madman.

  He dug his nails into her even harder, heard her hiss, and fucked her with more passion.

  “That’s it, baby. Take all of my dick, Bobbie.” His mouth was open as he breathed, his focus still on her pussy as he watched himself slide in and out of her. He pulled just the tip out, and then slammed back into her, over and over again, making her scream, having her hold onto the sheets beneath her so hard her knuckles were white.

  “You ready to come for me, baby?”

  She nodded. “Yes, Sir. God, yes.”

  He reached around with one hand, grabbed onto one of her big, plump breasts, and squeezed. He added that pain, knowing she needed it just as much as he did to reach that ultimate high.

  “Come for me, Bobbie. Milk my dick, suck the cum from me.”

  She turned her head, her eyes wide, glossy, her mouth parted. And then she came, squeezed those pussy muscles around his dick, and it had his head reeling, stars dancing in front of his vision, and his orgasm rushing forward.

  He filled her with his spunk, made her pussy full with his seed. He loved that she asked for more, begged for more. He’d give her more than she could ever handle.

  As his orgasm waned, he saw she’d sagged on the bed, drained from her pleasure. Rook pulled out of her with a muffled sound, but he moved up on the bed, had his dick in his hand, the tip pointed at her mouth. “Lick the jizz clean, Bobbie. Suck it all off.”

  She obeyed so nicely, so quickly. When she’d licked all of the cum from him he moved away from her. He should have gotten up and grabbed a rag to clean them both up, but he was so exhausted from fucking his woman, that all he could do was lie on the bed, pull her against his chest, and hold her. By the way she breathed he could tell she was on the verge of sleep.

  “I love you, baby girl.” Rook kissed the top of her head, loved the little sound that came from her, and that she snuggled up against him more.

  “I love you, too,” she said in a half-sleepy voice, sighed heavily, and he knew that shit would be good now. It had to be, because this, right here, felt too damn good for bad shit to happen.

  ****

  Bobbie felt a little weird being on a date with Rook. And it wasn’t a pseudo date, like something she’d expect a biker to take his old lady on. There had been the bike ride through the back roads of River Run, then dinner at a local deli, but now they were leaving the theater. Rook didn’t seem like the type of man to even care about pleasing his woman in the means of going on dates, letting her pick the restaurant, and movie, and all that “softie” stuff. But she’d noticed something different about Rook after their conversation at the clubhouse, and when he told her he loved her.

  He was being honest with her in every way. Even if he hated the movie she’d picked out—which she’d known by the look of horror that had covered his face when she’d made the chick flick suggestion—he pulled her close while they sat and waited for it to come on, and watched the entire romantic thing.

  “You want to get some drinks?” he asked and pulled her close to him as they left the theater and made their way toward his motorcycle.

  “You need to wash away that movie by getting a buzz?” she chuckled.

  He grinned, and leaned down to kiss her on the crown of the head.

  That was a swoon-worthy move right there.

  “It wasn’t so bad. I just didn’t get why she took his ass back. If I had been her I would have kicked him in the balls hard enough they came up through his throat.” He shrugged. “But all those women cheered after the fact, so what the fuck do I know.”

  She started laughing again. “Having a man realize he was a fuck up, and become devoted to you is every woman’s fantasy, I suppose,” she teased. “But it was just a movie.”

  He stopped and had her turned so she looked up at him. Rook cupped her cheeks, looked into her eyes, and for a second did nothing but stare at her. Bobbie’s heart beat harder and faster the longer she gazed into his dark eyes.

  “What is it?” she asked softly, and offered him a smile.

  “Is that what you want, baby?”

  “What I want?”

  He nodded at her question.

  “I don’t want to kick you in the balls hard enough they come out of your mouth,” she teased, although she could see how serious he was.

  Rook rested his forehead against hers, breathed out slowly, and she smelled the chocolate he’d eaten while in the theater. It was strange that this man, that just a short time ago had seemed so aloof, so distant and rough around the edges, could have this soft side.

  Yes, eating chocolate while watching a chick flick was definitely a soft side when it came to Rook.

  “I want to know if you want that happily ever after life, if you want the sweet words and flowers and shit that go along with it.” He pulled back just slightly, but kept his hands on her cheeks. “I want to make sure you know what you’re getting into with me, Bobbie.”

  She touched his hand with hers, held it there to her face for a long second, and smiled. “If I didn’t want the man that is right in front of me, the hardened biker that tells me he has a stain on his soul,” she rose on her toes and kissed him on the lips softly, “then I wouldn’t have come to you and told you I love you. I wouldn’t want to give us a shot.” Bobbie had kept her mouth by his, murmured the words against his lips, and felt the love for this man rise up in her. He wasn’t just the person she’d given herself to more thoroughly, deeply, than anyone else, he was the man that she couldn’t see living without.

  “My past is clouded, darkened, and I know I’m not good enough for you. It took me a long time to come to terms that I didn’t have to hide or stop how I felt for you, that I needed to accept it, embrace it.”

  For a second she didn’t say anything. She couldn’t. She’d never known Rook to be so honest, so giving with the information he kept close. This was who he was inside, who he let her see because he wanted her to know, to see that he wasn’t going to be the “good guy”, even if he was trying to be a decent man—or what he considered decent anyway—for her. She loved him even more.

  Her heart was breaking for this man, for the sliver of vulnerability he showed to her.

  “I love you, and what you offer me, the man standing right before me, is exactly who I want in my life.” She kissed him again. “If I didn’t want this I wouldn’t be here.”

  He pulled her in for a hug, and for several seconds just stood there, not moving, not breathing. She rested her head on his chest, right over his heart, and loved the steady sound of it beating. It lulled her, calmed her, and made her realize this was real … he was real.

  “Let’s get that drink, and then let’s go to my place so I can properly show you how much I love you.”

  Her pussy clenched after his words, and the submissive side, the side that loved this man, loved to have him dominate her, rose up. God, she hoped she never got comfortable in the relationship, that they were always like this. But truthfully, even that comfort would be welcome, because it would mean they were even more engrained with each other.

  Chapter Eleven

  Bobbie had already cons
umed two shots and a beer. She felt good, loose, warm, and having Rook next to her, feeling his body heat, his protection, made this experience even more intoxicating.

  There was a cover band playing songs from all the popular classic rock groups from back in the day. “Sweet Home Alabama” was currently being blasted through the speakers, and a group of women were up by the stage dancing with their guys. This bar was on the outskirts of town, mainly a hangout for bikers, and despite the air of danger, the roughness and dirtiness of the place, and the fact she’d seen two fights happen in the short time they’d been here, Bobbie felt comfortable.

  Maybe it was because she was used to the club, used to the men, the parties, and all the violence and sex that surrounded them on a daily basis.

  But having Rook here, in her corner, was a pretty big positive in feeling like nothing could touch her.

  Bobbie nodded her head to the song, brought her beer to her mouth, and finished off the lukewarm alcohol. It tasted extra hoppy toward the end, and although she wasn’t much of an alcohol drinker, there were times when she was bumming, when she was angry, or when she went out on the occasion. As she glanced around the bar, took in the men wearing their biker cuts, their old ladies, probably even some sweet-butts hanging around, it was strange that she felt so comfortable.

  She scanned the small interior, and when she was about to look at the stage again something in the room stopped her. There was a table situated in the darkened corner, and all she could really make out in the dim, smoky atmosphere was a pair of scuffed, worn boots, a pair of legs covered in dirty, hole ridden jeans, and a set of arms covered in tattoos resting on the table. The face of the man those limbs were attached to was shrouded in a haze of shadows and smoke. She saw the end of the cigarette he smoked light up as he inhaled, and then another puff of thick smoke covered him. It was strange the way she couldn’t break the focus, because of the feeling of dread, of wariness that consumed her. It had only been a few seconds that she’d watched him, but it felt like time had stood still.

  And then he leaned forward, the music seeming to stop, and it felt as though she were all alone. The man’s face was finally visible, the way it looked weathered, aged … sadistic. A shiver of apprehension filled her as he watched her, his beady black eyes boring holes into her, making her feel bared in a grotesque way.

  His hair was covered in white and dark strands, the lower part of his face masked in a thick beard, which was also salt and pepper colored.

  Bobbie turned away, focused on Rook’s back, on the Brothers of Menace patch, and exhaled. When she turned her head and looked at the table again she let out a sigh that it was empty. But as she scanned the bar and couldn’t see the man, she felt this relief fill her.

  “Rook,” Bobbie said, not realizing she’d even said his name, albeit loud enough, until he turned and faced her. She just wanted to get back to his place, let Rook have his way with her, and not worry about anything.

  “What’s wrong, baby?”

  Maybe he saw the worry on her face, or how she was tense. Hell, she felt like lead filled her veins. Looking at Rook, seeing the expression on his face, the fact he was on alert simply because she’d said his name and could clearly read her, made her feel comfort.

  She scanned the bar again, couldn’t see the man, and told herself she was being ridiculous. The guy was just slightly creepy, yes, but she was getting herself all worked up over nothing.

  Placing a hand on Rook’s arm, she smiled up at him and leaned in close so he could hear her. “I’m fine.”

  He didn’t look like he believed her. “Bobbie—”

  “Really, I’m fine.” She stood.

  “Where are you going?” Rook seemed on alert now, his big body sitting up straighter as he shifted on the chair.

  She leaned in closer again. “The bathroom, and then maybe we can go back to your place?” She ran the tip of her tongue along the shell of his ear, loved the guttural sound he made, and squealed out low when he pulled her onto his lap.

  “You’re playing with fire, you bad girl.”

  A shiver worked through her.

  “Maybe I want to get burned, Rook.”

  “Mmm,” he murmured against her ear. “You’re being a brat, baby, and when we get back to my place, I’m going to make your ass nice and red before I spread those luscious cheeks of yours and slide my cock deep inside of your ass.”

  She moaned softly, knowing he could hear despite the music and loudness all around them. He gave her bottom a pat, and she grinned, pulling away.

  “I’ll go with you, though. It’s fucking wild in here.”

  She wasn’t going to argue with him, not when she felt a little iffy on the whole creepy guy situation. It might just be her feeling all kinds of weird, but that didn’t mean she was stupid about ignoring her instincts.

  They made their way through the crowd, and when Bobbie walked down the small hallway toward the bathrooms, she stopped and looked over her shoulder at Rook. He was leaning against the wall just a few feet from her, his arms crossed, looking like some kind of guard. She couldn’t help but smile.

  Bobbie pushed the door open, moved out of the way so a few women could move past her and leave, and then stared at her reflection in the mirror. The bathroom was small, outdated, and not very clean.

  After going to the restroom, she opened the stall and fixed her shirt, her focus on the ground. She lifted her head, and stopped as the man from the corner stood by the door, blocking her exit. He had no expression and wasn’t particularly large, but it wasn’t his size that frightened her, but the fact he was staring at her so intently, so hatefully, that she actually moved a step back.

  “What the hell?” Bobbie wasn’t a weak woman, never saw herself as bending to a man’s will unless it wasn’t something she wanted, as she did with Rook. But this man scared her, really frightened her, and she didn’t know why.

  The man didn’t say anything, didn’t even move.

  “You need to leave. Now.”

  He reached inside his stained and torn jean jacket, and she tensed, not knowing if he was pulling out a weapon. But when he held a piece of paper, extended his arm out to her, and grinned, flashing a set of stained teeth, she found herself tensing even more, becoming more frightened.

  “He isn’t who you think he is, and you’ll be his downfall. He’s fucked.” And then the man set the paper on the counter, and left Bobbie standing there for a moment speechless.

  Whatever this man was planning on doing, it clearly had something to do with Rook. The reality of the life she’d chosen to lead hadn’t been cemented any more clearly than it was right now.

  ****

  Rook was fuming. He felt his blood boil, his heart beat faster, and wanted to kill something right now, preferably the fucker that had cornered Bobbie for the sole purpose of getting to Rook. If he’d been a real man he wouldn’t have to go through Bobbie to get his message across, but it was clear he was a weak bastard, and because of him messing with Rook’s old lady, he was dead.

  “Tell me exactly what he said again, Bobbie.”

  They’d left the bar, only after Rook had searched the damn place for that motherfucker. He’d come up empty, and he knew the asshole had to have come in and gone out through the back door that was off to the side of the bathrooms. When he’d seen the look of horror on Bobbie’s face, heard what she’d said happened, all Rook could think about was slitting that motherfucker’s throat and bleeding him out. It was only with sheer control alone that he made it out of the bar without killing someone, and then driving to his place without crashing in the process … that’s how enraged he was.

  Rook looked at Bobbie again, not wanting to scare her with how upset he was, but knowing the look on his face was probably making her frightened of him. He took a deep breath, and said in a slow, even voice, “Baby, I need you to tell me what that asshole said. I know you already told me, but with the noise, and my anger, I might have missed some details.”

  She
took a deep breath and nodded. “He just told me that ‘he’, which I assume he meant he was talking about you since he saw us together, isn’t who I think you are, and that I’ll be your downfall.” She swallowed. “He also said you’re fucked.”

  Rook gritted his teeth, wasn’t about to say anything, but he didn’t think he could control the profanity that he was about to spew. He held the slip of paper that the motherfucker had given Bobbie, saw his hand shake, and knew that although he didn’t have a clue who this prick was, it had to be someone from back in the day. He hadn’t been lying when he said he had a dark past and had fucked up a lot.

  Was it one of the assholes he’d messed with before getting in with the club? Was it another biker he’d crossed paths with in the past?

  He read the note again, his teeth gritted, his entire body ready to fight.

  You want to settle this like men, you meet me at the Grove at sundown. Alone. If you bring your club along, I’ll make sure your girl suffers.

  Sundown? What the fuck was this, the Wild West?

  The Grove, an abandoned mill that used to make textiles in the late fifties, was a place Rook used to hang out when he was younger, when he was a punk and got into more crap than he even wanted to remember about. It wasn’t far from River Run, and if he hadn’t had a hunch about the shit from his past coming back up to bite him, this letter would have sealed the fucking deal.

  “What’s the Grove, and what is this about?”

  He shook his head, his back to Bobbie. “Nothing.”

  “It’s not fucking nothing, Rook.” She was pissed, and rightly so. Her voice was raised, but there was a tremor in it, as well. When he faced her he saw the anger surrounding her. “This concerns me, too. That asshole came into the bathroom, cornered me, and told me I was your downfall. He looked right in my eyes.” She was crying, her tears full, fat droplets that slid down her cheeks. “He would have hurt me to get to you, I know that.”