by Jennifer Ann
“Please,” Colt pleads in a soft voice.
The look he gives me is so tender that it burns its way down through my chest and into my heart. As my body yearns for him, wanting to kiss and touch him to make all our combined pain away, I give in. It’s hopeless to try to pretend any differently. My heart belongs to Colt.
30
Ranger gives me and Mac a ride to her place in his pickup, knowing I’ve had too much to drink to drive my bike. I’m wrecked with guilt that he didn’t get to spend any time getting to know Mac the way I had hoped. I suppose I could’ve let the two of them stay out together, but I’m so nervous about meeting with Colt that I was glad when Mac insisted on coming along.
“I’ll arrange to get your bike back to the clubhouse,” Ranger tells me as he parks outside of Mac’s place. “Call if you need a ride later.”
As Mac slips out of the vehicle, I whisper to him, “I’ll return the favor by getting her number.” He looks dumbfounded as I kiss his cheek before sliding out.
“It’s at the top of the stairs,” Mac tells Colt as he parks his bike next to Ranger. “Give us a second before you come up.”
Colt dips his chin in response, eyes on me as he struts over to Ranger’s pickup.
The tiny one-bedroom apartment above a dry cleaning business is filled with eclectic decorations, and carries the faint aroma of vanilla. It’s not just small, but abnormally narrow like a trailer house. It’s a total disaster and makes me feel claustrophobic, but I don’t have a whole lot of other options.
I’m busy removing the plastic wrap from my fresh ink as Mac runs around like a mad woman, scooping up piles of laundry and clearing off the messy kitchen counter. She nods at the suede couch with several cigarette burns. “It’s a hideaway. You can crash there tonight. If you end up moving in, we could get a second bed for the bedroom.”
When there’s a knock at her door, she stiffens and wipes at her forehead, wild eyes on me. “You’re sure you’re okay with this?”
“He’s not the violent type, if that’s what you’re worried about,” I tell her. “I’ll be fine. We just have some shit to sort through.”
Shoulders relaxing, her lips bend with a half-smile. “I’ll be in my room. Give a shout if you need anything.” She disappears behind a closed door before I open the door for Colt.
He comes barreling inside and sweeps me into his arms. “Couldn’t go any longer without seein’ you,” he declares. Lips buried in my hair, he inhales deeply, heaving his hard, muscular chest against my nipples.
“You might want to be careful what you say,” I tell him, becoming rigid. “Mac is in the other room.”
“I spent all damn day tryin’ to think of a way to make this up to you, to make you trust me again when I should’ve been focused on the club and what’s happenin’ in Mexico. But you’re all I can think about. I know I dropped a hell of a bombshell on you this mornin’, but we can get past it.”
“You can’t push me into making a decision.” I pull in a deep breath, regretting it when my lungs fill with his musky scent. A low burn settles in my belly and my heart swells to twice its size. Sweet Jesus, I’m still head over heels in love with this man. “Something like this is gonna take time, Colt.”
“I’ll give you all the time you need. Just don’t shut me out of your life while you’re sortin’ through it. Don’t deny me or yourself what we both truly want.”
A hand slowly trails down the small of my back, causing goosebumps to erupt across my skin. When he shifts his stance, his stiff erection stirs between us. My body responds immediately, igniting with insatiable need.
“I feel you shivering, darlin’,” he whispers. “I know your body still wants me no matter what your stubborn head thinks. I can smell how much you’re aroused.” Fingers press against my underwear and I gasp. “You’re even fuckin’ wet right now.”
Shit. He has me so aroused that my underwear may throw themselves at Colt if he doesn’t remove them soon. And damn him, he’s right. The sight of him and the feel of his touch will always do things to my body, no matter how angry I may be.
Eyes locking, our mouths crash with the force of a head-on collision. We make up for lost time with a searing kiss as Colt slams me into the living room wall. Busy stripping each other down to nothing, we become a frantic blur of boots flying, buttons and zippers opening, and cotton ripping beneath eager hands. Colt’s wounded shoulder, wrapped in fresh gauze, doesn’t seem to slow him down in the slightest. By the time we’re completely naked, flesh pressed to flesh, I’m dripping with desire even though I’m still angry.
I stop and stare into his eyes, breathing heavily as I contemplate whether to strangle or fuck him. “I trusted you, you lying son of a bitch.”
“I know, darlin’,” he answers, fisting my hair at the roots and titling my head back. His teeth and tongue take turns scraping across my neck. “From this point on, no more bullshit between us,” he growls with his lips pressed to my skin. “I swear on my life. You’re the only thing that matters.”
I close my eyes with tears spilling down my cheeks. “Make these shitty feelings disappear. I need you, Colt. I need you to fuck me. Hard.”
A growl rips from his throat as his knee presses between my legs, roughly parting them. My head connects with a picture frame, sending it crashing down to the floor, but we don’t stop. The head of his glorious cock taps my throbbing ache just as the bedroom door flies open. Colt cranks his head around, shielding me with his body.
“Shit!” Mac curses, dressed in nothing more than a pair of skimpy bikini underwear with skulls, and a see-through tank top that gives us an unobscured view of her large tits. Pale skin covered with way more ink than on just her arms, spreading all over her generous torso and thighs, she’s absolutely breathtaking.
“I heard a noise and thought…” Her dark eyebrows rise in appreciation of Colt’s bare ass. Without taking her eyes off us, she takes large steps backwards, grinning wickedly. “Wow. You know what? Don’t mind me, kids. I’ll just go back to my room and beat off to Tumblr or something.”
Remembering how turned on I was to watch Colt receive a blow-job in his kitchen after I had gone without sex for so long, and knowing it’s been forever since Mac got any action, I shake my head. “We don’t mind if you stay and watch.”
Colt’s head rotates back my way. “We don’t?” The slightest hint of a smile plays on his lips. “You sure?”
“It’d be fuckin’ hot,” I promise, running a fingertip over the tender skin above his hard-on. Between the brief fantasy I had at the bar, the sight of Mac half-naked, my blinding need to have Colt inside of me, and all the booze we drank, I’m feeling incredibly horny and bold. Besides, I spent three years showering and getting dressed around other women. “I don’t mind showing off what’s mine.”
“Darlin’, think this through good and hard,” he whispers, tracing the swell of my puffy mouth with a fingertip. “I don’t want there to be any more complications between us like we have with Ranger.”
I collect his fingers inside mine and kiss them, smiling. “This will be different. She’s only watching.”
Leaded blue eyes pass between me and Mac before he catches my lips in his mouth for a heated kiss. “Are you sure you want this?” he pants against my mouth.
“It’s on, Mac,” I call out.
The wicked grin on my new friend’s face grows into a toothy smile as she casually crosses the room and sits on the recliner at our side. “Well then. If I’m allowed to stay, we should have ourselves a little fun. Lets see how well you two take direction.” Crossing her legs, she sits back. “On your knees, Harley.”
Smirking at Colt, I sink down until my knees are buried in the soft carpet. When he steps forward with a matching smirk, ready to stick his hard length into my mouth, Mac interrupts with, “Nuh-uh. Grab your belt off the floor, biker boy, and get on your knees behind her.”
Twisting my body to face her, I gasp. How could I so quickly forget her confessions
of how she likes it kinky when I agreed to this?
Her green eyes sparkle back at me with amusement. “You still want me to watch?”
I look away from her back to Colt and nod with surety. Still smirking, Colt removes the black leather from his jeans and cracks the looped end between his hands as he settles down beside me. My skin tingles with the loud snap.
“Down on your hands, girl,” Mac commands. “Legs spread a little.”
I comply with a bundle of excitement stirring in my stomach.
“Give ‘er hell, biker boy,” Mac tells him in a sultry tone, the wicked grin back on her lips. “Whack that gorgeous ass until it’s red.”
“You sure about this?” Colt whispers against my ear, caressing my ass with his warm hand. “I would never hurt you this way unless you ask me to, darlin’. I’m not about hittin’ women. Never have, and hadn’t even considered it.” The very tip of a fingertip drags inside my wet folds and I moan. “We can go about this any way you want. Your call.”
“Do it,” I beg, arching my back with his teasing touch.
Soft lips brush over the swell of my ass before a sharp slap stings against my cheeks and the outer flesh of my swollen lips. The loud crack of leather on skin fills the apartment like a bolt of thunder.
Fuck. It hurts way much more than I had expected, but I bite my bottom lip, determined not to let either of them know. Besides, I welcome the pain. I welcome feeling something profound without breaking down like a fucking baby.
“Again,” Mac growls, learning forward. “Harder this time. From what she told me, our girl deserves to be punished.”
A gentle hand brushes over my stinging skin before I feel the burn of another hit. This time the loud crack is muffled by blood pounding through my ears. A staggering mix of pleasure and pain rakes my body so hard that I can’t hold back the deep moan building in my throat.
“Sounds like she’s enjoying herself,” Mac teases in a purr. “Again, biker boy.”
“Christ. Her ass is already bright red,” Colt growls, cradling it with his free hand. “I think she’s had enough.”
“Do you want him to do it again, Harley?” she asks, wide green eyes on me.
“Yes,” I whimper, welcoming the thought of more torment. “Do it, baby. Make it burn.”
Colt hesitates before delivering another hit that’s not as hard as the last two.
“Harder,” I beg, wagging my ass. “C’mon, baby.”
“Tap into the anger you felt when you heard she fucked around on you,” Mac suggested in a dark tone. “Remind her who she belongs to.”
This time Colt doesn’t hesitate, and he’s far from gentle. The lick against my skin is so sharp that it rattles my teeth. I swear I can feel it cut through my flesh. I’ve barely released a scream when he does it again. And again. Well shit. I guess my sexy biker might be into the bondage thing after all.
Mac laughs delightfully with a sadistic sound. When I look up at her, one of her hands is going to work against her clit as her other pinches a nipple. “Oh my God, yes! She found your trigger point, biker boy! That’s the spirit! Show her what a naughty girl she’s been!”
Somewhere between the string of lashes, the sensation moves well beyond pleasure and begins to hurt like a motherfucker. Tears fill my eyes, but I don’t ask him to stop. I deserve to feel this level of pain. I welcome it.
“Fuck!” Colt snaps, tossing the belt aside. Aggressive hands grip my hips before his cock pounds inside my swollen pussy without warning. When his thighs slap against the lashes cut into my skin, I make a guttural noise.
Colt slams into me, roaring, “I’ll kill that fucker for touchin’ you! You’re mine and I don’t give two fucks what I have to give up to keep you!”
Whoa. The declaration makes my skin crawl in a delightful way. I didn’t realize letting him go after me with a belt would release so much pent up anger.
Once I’m able to bite my way past the red-hot pain, the sensation of him slamming into me begins to feel glorious, heightened by Colt’s thick finger suddenly rubbing and rolling my hardened clit. Mac and I lock eyes as she continues to touch herself. She was right about this voyeuristic shit. She likes what she sees, and I love that she sees a glimpse of what it’s like to be with my beautiful man.
It isn’t long before Colt satisfies my immeasurable ache. I arch my back with the release of a white-hot orgasm and cry out, becoming limp as a noodle beneath him.
Colt yells above me in a choked sob. “I fuckin’ love you, Harley!” he declares with a final slam before his hips shake against me. Body curled around me, he strokes my breasts and ass while delivering kisses to the back of my neck, laced with what I guess to be tears. “I’m so sorry, darlin’. I swear on my life I’ll never hit you again, even if you beg for it.”
Mac mewls and becomes still, a twisted grin on her lips.
31
An awkward silence follows for only a sliver of a moment before Mac thanks us for the show and excuses herself to the bathroom. As Colt draws away from me to reclaim his boxer briefs and scoop my things off the floor, I hear him sniffle, and catch him wiping his face on the back of his arm.
“Hey, you okay?” I ask, touching the curve of his back.
“Not really,” he grumbles, handing me my bra and partially torn underwear. I quickly slip into them as he’s dressing before wrangling into my tight jeans and tank top.
Colt can hardly look me in the eye when he asks, “What the fuck just happened?”
“I guess you were holding onto a lot of anger,” I answer gently, worried he’s about to snap. I can sense how hard he’s trying to mask his embarrassment for crying, but it makes me love him even more. I set my hand against his stubbled jaw. “I don’t blame you. What I did was shitty and stupid. I won’t ever be able to tell you enough how sorry I am for the way it all went down.”
Leaning into my touch, brown hair covers my wrist as his eyelids flutter shut. “Still don’t make it right for me to hit you like that.”
“Don’t beat yourself up over this,” I whisper. “I wanted it. It was good therapy for both of us.” I gently tug on the back of his neck until his head rests on my shoulder. Folding my arms around him, I kiss the side of his head. “I do love you, Colt Sawyer. Even though I know you deserve better, I can’t walk away. We’ve gotten ourselves into one helluva mess—we’re a hot mess—but we’ll find a way to fix it….and us. Together.”
Strong arms lock around me, one not as strong as the other, and fists clutch the material of my tank top. Though I don’t think he’s crying again, I know he’s too emotional to speak, so I continue to hold him for several minutes until he’s the one to draw away.
Lips curled in a delicious smile, he cups my neck and runs his thumb along my jawline. “This mean you’re comin’ home with me?”
“Yeah.” I curl my fingers around his wrist. “Just give me a minute to tell Mac. I’ll meet you outside.”
Bending down, his lips work against mine with renewed hope. Our foreheads touch when we’re finished. “You better go before I drag you back down to the floor and give you a spanking,” I whisper, laughing.
“Won’t hear me complainin’.” After kissing my forehead, he slips out the door, grinning widely, blue eyes shining like bright stars.
Mac emerges from the bathroom a mere second later. Despite her smile, she seems hesitant to approach me. “I heard the door. Are you alright?”
“Yeah.” I cross my arms, nodding. “Believe it or not, I think you saved us months of therapy. I mean, I’m still messed up, obviously, but seeing Colt angry like that made me realize we’re both hurt by what we both did to each other.”
“Maybe I knew exactly what I was doing.” She nudges me with her elbow, another twisted grin returning. “Guessin’ you’re going back to stay at his place?”
“Doesn’t make much sense to stay here now. We have a lot of things to work out, but I’m not the type to play games. We belong together. It’s that simple.” I point at t
he broken picture frame on the floor. “Sorry ‘bout that.”
She glances at it, giggling. “No use apologizing for unbridled passion with me. I’ll get it in the morning. You go to your biker man. When all your shit with him has settled, give me a call and we’ll see about getting you in for that photo shoot.”
I doubt Colt will go for me having anything to do with the modeling gig, but I save that argument for another time. “So there won’t be any weirdness between us after what happened?” I raise my eyebrows. “We just met.”
“Are you kidding? That was fuckin’ hot. You two are gorgeous together.” She sets her hand on my shoulder. “Regardless of whatever happened that made you leave, I can’t blame you for running back to him. Just do me a favor and be careful.”
I dip my chin and start for the door. “Thanks, Mac. I think you were right about us being good friends.”
“Of course I was,” she answers, rolling her eyes. “You can thank me by getting me another chance to rub up against that gorgeous friend of yours.”
“Already on it,” I promise.
Colt’s sitting on his bike beneath a street light, legs crossed and boots resting against the pavement, looking down at the helmet in his lap like a GQ model. His shaggy hair hides his face until he hears me approaching. His eyes draw up to meet mine, lit with approval.
Nothing has changed since we first met. He still has the unshakeable power to take my breath away. Only now there’s so much more behind the reason my heart races as I walk toward him, more fueling the undeniable feeling that this man is going to alter the course of my life. Hell, he already has. I’m giving up so much by trusting him and believing that he won’t harm the MC. I just hope my renewed faith in him doesn’t backfire and bite me in the ass because if it does, I’m not sure I’ll recover.
Colt stands and hands me his helmet. “C’mon, darlin’. Can’t wait to crawl back into bed and put my arm around you.”
Frowning, I take the helmet and cock my head. “You can hold me on the way back because I’m driving. Your shoulder could use a rest. Why aren’t you wearing your sling?”