I’m such a jackass. After our encounter in the kitchen, I felt strange and completely confused. She was so sweet and innocent, yet strong and brave. With the exception of my mother and Sophie, I never had a woman stand up to me like that.
I convinced myself that she was too good for me, and I was still convinced of that. But now I no longer cared. When Jackson touched her, it was as if a beast emerged inside me. It was clawing at my skin to take possession.
I pushed open my door to find Stacey on my bed.
“Get out,” I said.
Her mouth dropped. “You can’t just—”
“Of course I can. Now get out.” I nearly shouted.
“You’re a real asshole.”
I locked the door behind her. She was the second woman I’d sent away in the past four days. Isabel is really under my skin.
I lay down on the bed and I started to think about what it would be like … with her. Closing my eyes, I let my mind go there. I knew it was a bad idea, but I couldn't resist it. She was like a fucking siren. I needed some kind of release.
I unbuckled my pants and reached for my cock. I closed my eyes.
I’ve come back to the clubhouse after a long ride. I am dirty, sweaty, maybe I have blood on me. I go to my room for a shower. She is sitting in the middle of my bed with her knees tucked under her. Her hair is down … or maybe in one of those braids. No, it is down. That is how I want it. She is wearing a white nightgown. It has spaghetti straps and a low cut neckline with buttons down the front. It looks to be soft cotton.
She simply stares at me as I come into the room. The fact that she is on my bed tells me that she wants the same thing I do. My cut comes off first, and I hang it on a dresser knob. Then my shirt and boots hit the floor. When I reach the end of the bed, I say, "Come here to me."
She stands to her knees and moves down the bed. I haul her body against mine so I can feel every inch of her softness. I grab her hair and kiss her. I put all my desire into the kiss, tasting every corner of her mouth. She puts her hands on my shoulders and whimpers for me.
I undo my belt and jeans to release my cock. "Take me into your mouth." She bends down and does exactly as I say like a good girl. Isabel wants to be dominated. All that insecurity begged for a strong hand to guide her, to make her feel special and wanted. I never went for that Dom and sub stuff, but now I understood the appeal.
I teach her how to suck a cock because it is her first time ever doing it …at least in my fantasy.
She looks up at me as she sucks me past her perfect lips and moans as if it is the best thing she ever tasted. She has trouble taking me deep, but that will change with practice.
When I can't stand it a second longer I tell her to stop and lie back on the bed. I pull the belt from my jeans before dropping them to the floor. Crawling over her, I take her hands and bind them to the metal bars in the headboard. She seems a little nervous but remains silent. I give her a deep kiss, and when she wraps her legs around me it spins out into an intense make-out session. I spank her ass to get her to stop. Then I rip the perfectly innocent nightie right down the front. She gasps and arches her back, bringing her breasts right to my face. Her nipples are deep red berries that are made for my mouth. I give each one a good suckle before moving lower.
Her young, tight body trembles as I kiss my way down to her center. She arches as I lick her clit. She tastes like sweetness and light. I eat a few orgasms out of her virgin cunt that make her scream, ensuring the whole clubhouse knows who is doing it to her. Once she is soaking, I move back up her body.
I keep her hands bound as I bring my cock to her entrance. I should probably release her, but I am a sick bastard who needs to control her completely in this moment. I’ve never had a woman without a condom before. But her virgin status makes it so I didn't need to worry about what other dicks have been inside her. She is pure and clean. That fact made me even harder. And she is on birth control. I guess I would have to thank Sophie.
I watch her face as I push myself into that tight sheath. "Holy fuck," I say as her perfect, hot, tight cunt envelopes the head of my cock. Every inch she squirms and whimpers, but she doesn't fight me. She keeps her legs spread wide and even nudges her hips toward me trying to accept my thick girth. I can’t help the growls coming from my throat.
Within an inch, I meet the thin barrier of her virginity. I hold her gaze for a moment before I pound through her cherry like a battering ram. She screams and clenches around me. In that moment I feel like a conquering warrior claiming the enemies' virgin princess. She is so far above me, and yet here she is, wanting me just as much as I want her.
Her eyes glisten as if she is in pain, but I don't pull out. I stay balls deep so her body will get used to me. I let my weight come down on her so I can kiss her again. It only takes a minute until she starts moving against me, wanting more. Then I make love to her, keeping my thrusts slow but deep while continuing to give her slow kisses. She begs me to release her hands, but I refuse. I need complete control … or I could hurt her.
I go faster, hitting her G-spot just right and rubbing her clit with my free hand. Her scream gets caught in her throat as she comes, and her heels dig into my ass to keep me deep while her pussy spasms. Once I feel her shudders subside, I untie her and flip her onto all fours. Now it is my turn, and I will let the beast out to lay claim to this beauty. She barely has time to find her balance before I am back inside her. She cries out when I bottom out. I pound hard and deep, needing to feel her come again.
“Oh Rem,” she whines as I hit the spot over and over again. Suddenly, she is shaking again and forcing herself back at me. I’m pushing against her womb and I can’t help but feel excited to flood it with seed. With that thought, I come and hold myself deep inside her, only making short thrusts to keep myself deep.
I felt the ropes of cum land on my chest, but I kept my eyes closed as I slowed my strokes. I didn't want the fantasy to end.
I slowly flip her back over to face me, keeping my cock between her legs. Both of us are breathing heavily and tired. I stroke her face until she opens her eyes and gives a sleepy, satisfied smile. I feel my cum leaking out between us, and I harden against her swollen pussy, ready for round two.
"You're mine now, Isabel," I say.
“Yes,” she whispers.
I finally open my eyes. That was the best sex ever, and it was only a fantasy.
I am so fucked.
Chapter Seventeen
Isabel
“So I heard you had an interesting night,” Sophie said with a little smirk. We were eating our breakfast on one of the picnic tables outside. The weather was perfect, and it was quiet outside since none of the guests had risen from their tents yet. We decided to enjoy it before we had to make breakfast for everyone else.
“What do you mean?” I said.
“Greyson told me that Rem nearly came to blows with the Wraiths’ president over you.” Her eyes were bright like a child’s.
I just shook my head. “Rem was just putting on a show.”
She just kept smiling. “Are you sure about that?”
I looked off in the distance because I wasn’t sure at all. I felt like I was going crazy trying to decipher Rem’s actions. What happened last night, behind the clubhouse, was so intense. But it was over too quickly. I couldn’t hold on to all the nuances of Rem’s face to decide if I saw attraction … or just annoyance.
I definitely felt attraction. In fact, his rough handling turned me on.
What would have happened if Jordan hadn’t come outside? Was he going to kiss me? Or was he just gearing up for a lecture?
I thought I’d felt his arousal against my backside, but now I wasn’t sure.
I looked back to see Sophie still staring at me. “I don’t know, okay?” I said with an exhausted breath.
“Well, I know that Rem wants you.” She looked me dead in the eye, and there was no hint of sarcasm.
“How?” I asked.
“Honey, he
looks at you like a hungry wolf.” She said it like it was obvious. “I saw it the first day you were here.”
My first day? The day he snapped at me? “What?”
“Why do you think I pushed you to get on birth control?”
I simply gaped at her. I was on the pill because she was guessing that I would be having sex soon.
“It was so you would be protected when that man decided to bend you over the nearest surface.”
I let out a breath to calm my erratic thoughts. This was too much.
After a moment, I said, “First of all, thank you for looking out for me.” She smiled. It was actually nice to have someone thinking of my best interest. “Second, how could you trick me like that?”
“I didn’t know if the feelings would be returned. Also, my excuse was valid. Women living in close quarters often get on the same cycle.”
Just then Max and Hawk came outside. They both had their shirts off and were headed toward the ring.
“Another disagreement?” Sophie called out to them.
“Yep.” Max called back but didn’t stop.
“Disagreement?” I asked.
“Whenever Max and Hawk have a disagreement they like to settle it in the ring.”
“That seems a little extreme.”
She shrugged. “That is Max and Hawk.”
“So they are pretty close, huh?” I asked, ready to stop talking about Rem.
“Oh yeah.”
“Are they gay?” I whispered.
“No, but they do like to share.”
“Share?”
“Their women. They rarely take a woman alone.”
“Oh.” So that was why I’m supposed to hang with both of them tonight. The whole club must be aware of their inclination.
I was surprised but not offended. I guess that might be pleasurable. But looking at them now I wondered how one woman could handle both at the same time. I mean, I get the logistics, but the intensity of both of them seemed overwhelming. Especially Hawk. That man didn’t say two words to me, but I could always feel his strength somehow.
“Do you know why they share?” I asked without taking my eyes away from them.
“Not sure. I’ve always been curious but too shy to ask.”
“Hmm.” Maybe I would ask them tonight.
“I’ve got to call home before we start breakfast,” Sophie said as she got up from the table and went inside.
We still had a little time before the food had to be ready, so I decided to finish my breakfast and watch the match.
Whatever they were fighting about must have been serious because neither was willing to give in. Max was taunting Hawk, saying little comments that I couldn’t make out. But Hawk didn’t lose his cool and kept his assault steady. Max was more mobile around the ring but didn’t land as many blows. I could tell they were evenly matched so I wondered, what was the point?
They finally stopped when Max’s phone buzzed and he said, “That’s time.” They were both sweating and had red marks where they’d each landed hits.
Hawk simply left the ring and went back inside without looking back.
Max watched him leave but didn’t follow.
“Who won?” I asked as he climbed out of the ring.
He looked up as if he was surprised I was still there. He came over, sat beside me, and leaned back against the table. “No one ever wins.” He still looked angry and worked up.
“Do you want to talk about it?”
He just smirked at me, as if no one had ever asked him that before. “It was just about the future. I know what I want, but Hawk is not so sure.”
I gave him a slow nod.
“So what do you want?” I asked, trying to dig a little deeper.
“A wife and kids.”
I decided to stay quiet because I wasn’t sure what my next question would be. If Max and Hawk were serious about sharing than finding a wife would be difficult. How would they even go about that? Maybe they have dating website for that sort of thing?
He must have guessed my thoughts because he said, “Yeah, it’s complicated.”
“I can only imagine,” I said with a blush.
He smiled back at me. “So about tonight, how do you feel about Halo?”
Chapter Eighteen
Rem
I just finished another business meeting with the Wraiths VP and decided to grab a drink in the clubroom. I stopped in the doorway when I saw Isabel. She was sitting at one of the tables with a laptop open and her back to me. Skinny was behind the bar, but other than that, the place was empty.
“Why don’t you take a break?” I said to Skinny when I approached the bar. The kid looked confused at first and then glanced behind me at Isabel. I caught his look of apprehension and growled, “Now.”
He knew he was receiving an order, and that seemed to solve the kid’s dilemma.
I looked toward Isabel. She was completely oblivious of the exchange with her headphones in and her eyes on the laptop screen.
She was dressed in her own clothes today. I could tell because none of the club whores would know who The Runaways were, much less own a t-shirt with the band name. She also wore jeans and flip-flops. I knew she was dressed for comfort, but it still made my cock hard.
Her hair was piled on top of her head in a messy bun. It looked so effortless. And I loved the way it showed off her neck. If she were mine, I would greet her with a lick up that neck to nibble her earlobe.
Even the way she sat made me think of sex, with one leg bent up so her foot sat on the seat and the other bent to the side so it wrapped under her. It made her seem so flexible.
Jesus. My attraction was getting out of hand. I couldn’t let what happened last night happen again. She needed to understand that there was something between us, that she couldn’t be with other men until we figured this out. I needed to take action before I went primal and laid claim the barbarian way.
She jumped when I pulled out the chair next to her, flipping it around to straddle it. “What are you listening to?” I asked.
She looked a little dazed that I was speaking to her. She sat stiffly and kept her hands on the keyboard. “Oh, uhh, The Who.”
“No Gaga?” I joked, trying to make her comfortable.
She gave me a shy smile. “I’m eclectic. Different moods call for different music.”
I nodded. “So what album?” I was actually a fan of The Who myself.
“Quadrophenia.”
I smirked. “Are you a fan of rock operas?”
She took her hands off the keyboard and leaned back in her seat. “To be honest, Tommy and Quadrophenia are the only two I know of, and Quadrophenia is about a kid trying to fit into a gang of misfits. I thought it was appropriate given my situation.”
I laughed and nodded.
“I also relate to the songs better than Tommy.”
"What do you mean?" I asked, genuinely curious.
"Well…" She looked at me intently. "In high school I had a hard time fitting in. Looking back, the lengths I went to just to be liked were pretty ridiculous.” She blushed. “I tried so hard to fit in until I realized that fitting in made me miserable. I was someone I didn’t want to be. From then on, I decided to follow my own beat and not the crowd."
I knew exactly what she meant. Outside the MC, I always felt strange and uncomfortable, like I could never be part of that civilian life. In a way, I had it easier than she did because I grew up in the club. It was always home.
"I never thought about it like that,” I said.
"‘Love Reign O'er Me’ is one of my favorite songs. I like the thought of letting love rule over my every move."
I felt my heart start to beat out my chest. God, I wanted to kiss her. I never wanted anything so much in my life. And I wasn’t even a huge fan of kissing. It was just foreplay. But with Isabel, I wanted to own those lips. I needed to feel and taste every inch of her mouth with my own.
My hunger must have shown in my eyes because she started t
o blush even more and looked away. It only made me want it more. Duncan was right. Her innocence was far more tempting than any sort of experience.
“Were you popular in high school?” she asked.
I laughed. “No, I was nonexistent in high school. I stuck around enough to get my diploma, but that’s it. Every other minute I was here.”
“Your parents were okay with that?”
“Well, my dad took off when I was younger, so it was just my mom.”
“I thought your father was a member here.”
“He was,” I said and stopped there. I didn’t want to talk about my father.
After a moment of silence, she said, “Does your mom live around here?”
“Yeah, she lives in Watertown.”
“What does she do?”
“She gardens and volunteers for her church.”
“A churchgoer? She was okay with her son being an Ace?”
“Not exactly. Her father was an Ace, but she wanted me to go to college before deciding to join. She thought I would change my mind once I saw how other people lived.”
“And did you go to college?”
“I joined the Marines instead, which seemed to satisfy her.”
“Is that where the eagle came from?” She asked pointing to my right arm. “I noticed Max and Hawk have the same one.”
“Yeah. We were stationed together.”
“But they’re not from here?”
“No, after our last tour, they followed me home. They both don’t have much when it comes to family, so I convinced them to prospect with me.”
Isabel turned her head to the side. “That’s sweet.”
“What is?”
“You offered them a home.”
“I don’t know about that,” I said, a little embarrassed.
“No, you did. You gave them somewhere to belong, like real brothers.” She smiled at me. For the first time, I think she might have a positive opinion of me. While I may not agree, I wasn’t going to dissuade her of that notion.
“Isabel, I wanted to talk to you about last night,” I started.
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