by Lily White
“I’m sure you were, but it’s a beautiful day and we should enjoy it. Can’t stay inside all the time.” Grabbing her hand, I dragged her down a small path to the left. “’Sides, we haven’t explored this path yet and for fucking once it looks like it’s not going to rain.”
Our steps hit heavy against the ground, when she said, “I kind of like the rain. It washes everything away clean. I feel like I can breathe after a storm, you know?”
Minutes passed as we walked the path and it narrowed towards the end. Turning, I reached to help Holly over a fallen branch and silently turned back, holding her hand in mine. I liked the feel of her hand, her body, everything about her and it was fucking killing me not to attempt anything more with her than being friends. I’d lived a life of fast fucks and loose women. I wasn’t used to having to watch myself or make an effort. Club sluts didn’t care anything about a man as long as he lived hard and rode harder. I was never sure what the attraction was, considering most of those women ended up used and left behind, but it kept them happy and I didn’t question it.
In all honesty, Holly was the first woman who’d ever made me wonder what it would be like to stay with one woman longer than a night or a few days.
Finally, spreading out again, the path dumped us along a circular field of grass, a small pond positioned in the center with tendrils of light streaming down through the branches of the tall trees that bordered the field.
Her voice was filled with wonder, when she said, “Holy shit. That’s really beautiful.”
Releasing my hand, she stepped out from behind me, walking out onto the grass. She kicked off her shoes almost instantly and sauntered out into one of the larger beams of light, raising her face up into its warmth. Damn she was gorgeous.
Turning, her colorless eyes sparkled like diamonds in the light when she looked at me. “I think I like this place better than the lake. It’s smaller, more hidden and intimate.”
Whiskey sloshed in the bottle when I brought it to my lips. Swallowing hard, I could hear my throat work to force the liquid down into my stomach.
She walked up to me, taking the bottle and swallowing the whiskey down as well. She stared at me for a few minutes, her body shaking slightly as she forced herself not to react to the alcohol. She stilled suddenly, locking her gaze with mine for what felt like forever, both of just simply staring at the other in a place that concealed us from the world. I could tell that she was thinking about something odd because there was a glint in her eyes that I’d never seen before. It was wild and mischievous, a small spark of her spirit shining out in blinding light.
When she opened her mouth again, she said something that felt like a sudden punch to the gut.
“When are you going to kiss me again, JD?”
I stepped back, partly catching myself and partly putting distance between us. Blinking slowly, I took another swig from the bottle in order to buy time to think of a response. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to kiss her, that I didn’t fucking crave her with every fiber of my being, but I didn’t want to do to her like I’d done before. I didn’t want to use her and I sure as hell didn’t want to go too far and push her back into memories that she hadn’t thought or dreamed of in the past three weeks.
Pulling the bottle away, my voice was rough from the burn of the alcohol. “I think you’re a lightweight, Munch. You need to stop drinking because you’re asking questions that aren’t good for you.”
“I don’t see how it won’t be good for me. It was pretty damn good the way I remember it.” There was a slight lilt to her words, the alcohol rushing through her blood and warming her body.
She stepped towards me, wrapping her fingers over where mine held onto the bottle. Breath hissed over my lips and the muscles over my spine pulled tight. I didn’t trust myself with her, didn’t trust that I could resist taking every single piece of her if I had just one small taste.
With her other hand, she used one finger to pull up the hem of my shirt, allowing the tip to trail over the skin. My abdomen rippled where she touched me, my cock tightening almost painfully against my jeans to have her so close.
“Munch…” I could barely speak, her name said on a growl that I had to force out. There was nothing harder than saying ‘no’ to a woman you would fucking do anything just to be allowed to touch.
“Way I remember it, was that you poured something on me. Wouldn’t let me touch you either and I wasn’t very happy about that.” Wrestling away my fingers with her own, she took the bottle from my hand. She still held my shirt up when her eyes caught mine. I heard the whiskey sloshing in the bottle before I felt it trailing down my stomach. Without looking away, she smiled.
“I think it’s time for me to get even.”
I watched the top of her head as she knelt down. As soon as her mouth touched my stomach and her warm tongue peeked out to lick away the whiskey, my hips jerked and my hands fisted as I tried to keep from shoving them in her long and wild hair.
“Fuck, woman, don’t do this…” My cock slammed against my jeans begging to be released. I didn’t have the control to restrain myself when it came to Holly. She’d proven to me over the time that I’d known her that she was unique, that there was no other woman like her. Stopping myself would be impossible if I let her go any further. I wasn’t good for her, I was afraid I would hurt her.
“Holly, stop. If you keep going, baby, I won’t stop. I’ll take you, all of you, and I don’t want to do that to you again.”
Pulling her mouth away from me, she stayed close enough that I could feel her breath brush across my damp skin when she spoke. “What if I’m asking you to?”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing and my muscles were strained as I struggled to resist picking her up and stripping every last stitch of clothing from her body.
Forcing the words out slow, I asked, “What do you want from me woman?”
It was a dumb question. It was obvious what she wanted. But I needed her to say it. I couldn’t let myself go if there was any chance she didn’t want this.
Seconds passed with thick tension between us.
“I want you to fuck me, JD. I want you to make me feel good.”
Chapter twenty-six
Holly
His skin tasted like salt and his body smelled masculine and earthy. In the shade of the trees, shadows played over his body, cutting down to define every muscle on his stomach and the cheek bones on his face. Somehow, his eyes still managed to catch the light, the color mimicking the places where that same light illuminated the sand beneath the water of the pond.
I could tell he was breathing heavy and I knew he was nervous to lay a finger on me. It’s what made me want him more. Even after everything I’d been through, I still wanted him. Over the past three weeks, I’d seen an entirely different side to him. He wasn’t some asshole biker who was looking to get a piece and then go back to his brothers. He was a man looking to live a normal life where he could be proud of what he did and who he did it with. That meant something to me because it meant he wasn’t like the man who’d raised me. When it came right down to it, it also meant he wasn’t truly the same man he’d been when I met him on the road. He was someone like me and I couldn’t fault him for that.
When he looked down at me, I saw nothing but raw need in his eyes. I’d woken something in him that made my insides tighten and my legs squeeze together. It was feral and pure when he looked at me in a way I’d never experienced before.
“I’m telling you this now.” He spoke slow, his voice rough over every word. “If I start, I won’t stop. You get me?”
I nodded, opening my mouth to respond, but not having time before he’d reached out and pulled me to him. Picking me up from my hips, he lifted me so I could throw my arms around his shoulders and me legs around his body.
“Are you still saying yes?” His eyes burned into mine.
I was breathless, my ability to speak completely stolen by the feel of his body against mine, so I nodded my response.
His mouth was over mine within seconds, his lips forcing mine apart as his tongue invaded. He was warm and sweet tasting, the remnants of the whiskey still heavy in his mouth. When his hands came up behind my head, he held me in place, his passion rolling out from his body as he quickly took control. I gave it to him, surrendering every bit of my stubborn will.
It felt like we kissed forever, my lungs screaming for air and my mouth in pain from the force of his lips. He took his time, pacing the way his tongue moved over mine as his hands explored my body. I was shocked that he could hold my weight for so long, but he didn’t so much as shake from the strain. Eventually, he turned and pressed me up against a tree and I felt the evidence of his want and need pushing up between my legs. A shiver ran over my spine and I couldn’t help but rub myself up against him, silently begging for our clothes to simply disappear.
Memories touched my thoughts, the first night I’d been with him weighing heavily on my mind. It turned me on even more, stoking a flame of desire inside me until I was whimpering in need.
He pulled away, nipping at my bottom lip before saying, “You keep making sounds like that, little girl, and I don’t know how slow I’ll be able to take this.”
After what he’d just done, I wasn’t sure how I was capable of coherent thought, much less speaking. “Who said anything about slow?”
His voice was thick with his lust. “Show me.” Slowly, he lowered me down his body until my legs unwrapped from him and my feet touched the ground. He steadied me before putting his hands on the tree behind him.
He didn’t need to say anything else for me to know what he wanted. His eyes roamed over me with a hunger that made my knees weak and my heart pound through me chest. Stepping back I looked at him, noticing for the first time how his body was tight with restraint. He was scared of hurting me, scared of pushing me too far since he knew what the other men had done.
I wasn’t scared. I couldn’t stop living just because I’d been hurt. I wouldn’t continue to exist as an empty shell that had been stripped of her value and pride. If I was going to do that now, there was no point walking around in this world anymore and I would have been better off just letting them kill me when they had the chance.
No.
I was still alive, still a woman and I still had eyes to see the physical beauty and kind soul of the man who was doing everything he could not to hurt me.
Without taking my eyes from his, I reached down to hook my thumbs in the sides of the sweatpants that hung from my body. It didn’t take much to push them over the bone, allowing them to slip down my legs to the ground.
He didn’t move, just watched me with a fire building behind his eyes that would be difficult to extinguish.
I hadn’t revealed much of myself. Kicking the pants from my feet, I reached for the bottom hem of my shirt where it hung above my knees. With a swift movement, a flash of white cotton covered my face before letting go of my body and dropping to the ground.
Exposed, my breasts tightened in need of his touch and my thighs clenched from the feel of his eyes slowly running over my skin.
“Goddamn, woman. You don’t take no for an answer, do you?”
Two steps and he was on me, his hands roaming over my skin, furious with the need to touch every part of me.
I couldn’t talk and I could barely breath. He was electric, every brush of his finger sending tingling waves of pleasure across my skin. My heart pounded faster and my knees buckled. He caught me, lowering me down to the soft blanket of grass beneath me. It was as thick as carpet and just damp enough to be cool against my skin without being slippery or gross.
Leaning down, he trailed his lips over my stomach, his tongue peeking out every so often before he found my breast with his mouth and sucked the tip between his teeth. His other hand came up to claim my other breast in a move of possession that stole my breath from my lungs. Quickly lifting his head, his mouth covered mine again as he released my body to unbuckle his pants and push them down his legs.
He rose above me and I watched as he pulled his shirt over his head, completely naked, his skin glistening within the streams of sunlight that were lucky enough to touch him. His abdomen and chest were cut tight with muscle, his arms bulging with biceps built from years of hard work. Small scars littered his skin and I reached up to touch one I recognized to have been caused by a bullet on his side.
Before I could say a word about it, his mouth was over mine again and his hands were wrapped beneath my thighs, spreading my legs so that I was open and completely exposed to him. I whimpered my complaint when his mouth left mine. When he trailed his warm lips over my body, I broke out in a rushing sweep of heat over my skin. My back arched, pushing my breasts against him, the feel of his skin over the taut nipples shooting straight across my nerves.
He took his time working his way along my body until pushing my knees out to my sides so he could lick between my legs. I cried out, the sound escaping my lips sounding frantic and pained. He was the most sensual man I’d know, his gratitude to have me returned by the pleasure he forced through my body. I wanted to speed him along just because I needed him inside me, but I knew he wouldn’t rush, wouldn’t let me call the shots on how he worshipped my body.
JD was a good man, but when it came to the way he fucked me, he didn’t give me any say in the matter. I was his to possess and regardless if I objected or not, I would be forced along for the ride. I loved that about him, needed him to lead me and direct me because in some strange way, he seemed to know more about what I liked than I did. The man could read me, could somehow intuit every sound I made and the meaning behind every small move of my legs or hips.
My hands gripped over his head and after slowly circling his tongue over my clit, he pushed a finger up inside me, bending it so that he brushed across a spot that made me wild. I felt myself grow wet and he growled when the muscles of my core began to ripple over his finger in preparation of the orgasm that was about to tear me apart.
Within seconds, the ripple turned into a wave of pleasure that crashed over my body, pushing me to a point of abandon where I thought I’d left my physical body to float above. I lost my head to him, the orgasm so violent that my nails dug into his shoulders or any other part of him I could touch. I felt his hand pass over my skin, taking my breast again in its hold. My body contorted with my release, finally relaxing down against the cool grass beneath me once every ounce of energy I had inside me was spent.
He looked up, a wicked grin playing over his lips as he studied me. My eyelids were heavy and sated. But he wasn’t done. No, this man was only beginning and I could barely stand waiting for him to come over me and inside me, to make it all too clear that I was his to do with as he pleased.
When he pushed inside me, thick and hot, I lost my breath all over again. I was left slipping down a steep slope, my head hazy and my thoughts muted by the way he made me feel. I could feel him watching me as he took me, the heat of his eyes burning paths over my skin. His hands were rough when they gripped me, lifting my hips so he could push inside farther – harder.
I let my head fall back to the ground and I let go to the sensation he forced through me, the sounds of his breathing and the feel of his palms across my skin. With every thrust of his hips, I fell apart, lost and fighting against my next orgasm.
He would break me, this beautiful and strong man, just like he’d broken me before, but this time, he wouldn’t be letting me go afterwards. I wouldn’t let him.
“Oh god, Holly, your body is just too fucking much…” His words trailed off and he picked up speed, frantic to force himself as far as he could go inside. The muscles along my core hugged him, gripping tighter as they rippled and rolled. My breathing picked up to a point where I couldn’t draw another breath, my release exploding out of me in a wave of relief and ecstasy. I was where I wanted to be when I was with him.
His muscles tightened over his chest and he powered into me, stroke after long stroke until pulling out and coming on m
y stomach.
I was absolutely panting, have been driven to a peak I’d never known before and I looked up at him and smiled.
Sweat dripped along his face and chest, my mouth watering to once again taste the salt of his skin.
When he caught his breath, he said, “Looks like we need to clean you up.” He winked, picking me up in one fluid motion, holding me in his arms as took long strides to jump in the water behind us. It was cold, like ice rolling up over my heated skin and I screamed out in surprise. He laughed when he let me go to splash water up over my head before pulling me back into his heated embrace.
I hugged him, my entire body wrapped around his and, eventually, our breathing evened out and the silence of the woods was the only thing I could hear. The wind breaking through the trees soothed me, the distant sounds of birds singing mimicking my own happiness in this secret place that JD and I had found.
Minutes passed without a word between us, but there was a question in my mind that was so heavy, I could barely carry it any longer.
“Do I have to go back to my dad?” Spoken so softly that I didn’t think I’d really said it, I whispered as I rested my head on the broad shoulder of a man who’d stolen my heart. Three weeks wasn’t a long time to know someone, but it was all the time I needed to know that I never wanted to let JD go.
He didn’t respond at first, just wrapped his arms around me tighter. Fear trickled along my spine that I was alone in the way I felt, that he didn’t want me as much as I wanted him. After all, he was just another biker, even if he wanted to leave the life behind. I wasn’t sure if that meant every part of it, even the girl he’d met on the last mission he owed to his MC.
I thought I’d die waiting for his response and my eyes started to well up at the possibility that he’d tell me goodbye forever. It was stupid, but I wished time would stand still for us, that nobody would ever show up here to tell us it was time to go. I wished that Henry would never find my father or that if he did, my father would be six feet under, cut off at the knees by the men he’d been screwing over.