by Jordan Marie
“That can’t happen,” she whispers, standing up.
Jesus, is the thought of having a child with me so terrifying? But then, I’ve told her I will tire of her. She doesn’t understand that having her and taking her virginity have been game-changers.
I capture her hand and she twists to the side to look at me.
“Sit back down here, mi cielo. Face me this time. I want to take care of you. I didn’t realize the thought of my child was so repelling to you.”
Something flashes in her eyes. I think she’s about to call me on my earlier comments about growing tired of her. Instead, she turns and sits back down, this time facing me. I loop her legs on each side of me, pulling her as close to me as I can. I busy myself with cleaning the blood from the inside of her thighs.
“It’s not that, Skull… though that would be insane. I’m not exactly in the shape to raise a child alone.”
“You wouldn’t be alone, Beth,” I tell her, and for now, I will leave it like that. When I see in her eyes that she doesn’t take me seriously, I vow to tell her the truth soon. I’m not letting her go.
“It doesn’t matter, Skull. I can’t get pregnant,” she says while I’m rinsing off her sweet pussy.
The words are said so matter-of-factly and deadpan that I look up to watch her face. “What do you mean?” Inside I’m screaming no. It doesn’t change my plans. She’s mine and I’d rather have her and no children than anyone else. I’m grieving the loss of seeing her nurse our baby.
“You knew I was sick.” She shrugs like it’s nothing, but I can see moisture in her eyes.
“Si.”
“I had cancer. It’s gone now and my latest tests last month confirmed it’s still gone. The treatments, though, were rough. The doctor told me the aggressive chemo and radiation would make it impossible for me to have a child.”
Fear. Have I known stark fear that is running as deep as this before? I don’t think so. The thought of the world losing Beth to this disease… The thought that something inside of her could take her from me and there wouldn’t be a damn thing I could do about it causes my heart to slam against my chest hard. I grab her by the neck and pull her lips to me, acting on instinct and instinct alone.
“You will not get sick, Beth. You will not leave me,” I growl. I don’t give her time to answer. Instead, my tongue invades her mouth and I pour all the anger and fear I have into it. I suck on her tongue, my fingers tightening into her hair as she pulls herself up on my lap, getting even closer. I plunder every part of her warm depths that I can. Our teeth clash, but I don’t care. I just keep hearing her say she had cancer. I keep replaying what that could have meant: I could have never had the chance to touch her, to lie with her, to listen to her laugh or see her smile. Those are things I vow from this moment on that I will not take for granted.
When I break away, we are both breathing hard.
“Wow,” she says, trying to smile.
My fingers search out her clit. I know I can’t get back inside of her this soon, but I need to bring her pleasure. I want to chase away the sadness in her eyes and have it replaced with desire that I put there.
“Skull,” she moans, pushing her sweet little cunt towards me, eager for more.
“Shh… I will give you what you need, mi cielo.”
I pet her pretty clit. My mouth goes to her breast and I suck as much of it as I can into my mouth. My tongue works around the hardened nipple as I suck, then seize it with my teeth, biting it—marking it as mine.
“I want you inside of me,” she cries, wrapping her legs around my body and pulling herself closer to me. My hands go to her ass to stop her.
“We can’t, querida. It’s too soon. You’ll hurt yourself more,” I groan, trying to be fucking noble. “I will make you come. Just relax,” I tell her, letting my tongue go back to torturing her nipple.
I’m distracted by the taste of her sweet flesh, but she completely grabs my attention when her small hand wraps around my cock and guides him inside her body. She moves and impales herself on my rod. Sweet Jesus, he slipped in so easily and her greedy little snatch latches onto my cock, demanding more.
“Fuck,” I moan. The hold on her ass changes now to push her farther down on my dick.
“God, you feel so good inside of me, Skull.”
“We shouldn’t do this, Beth. You’re sore. It will hurt.”
“It feels amazing,” she whispers into my ear, biting on the lobe and sucking it into her mouth. “Fuck me, Skull. I want to feel you inside of me months from now and remember tonight.”
What man can deny his woman when she says something that he wants even more than she does? Still, I can’t hurt her, so I still refuse, doing the only thing I can at this point because there’s no way in fucking hell I’m not going to give her my cock.
“Then ride your man, mi cielo. Take your pleasure, and show me how much you want my dick.”
She freezes for a minute, looking into my eyes. Hers are filled with need. Slowly, she begins to rotate her hips, sliding up and down on my cock. When she squeezes her pussy tight against my shaft, I moan.
“Yes, querida… Just like that. Ride me. Take us both over the edge.”
My words seem to be all she needs, because she picks up her speed, and I can do nothing but get lost in the pleasure and how beautiful my woman is at this moment. When my fingers hone in on her clit and I pinch it between my fingers and twist before rubbing it over and over, she completely comes apart in my arms. She’s riding harder and faster, her breasts bouncing and her hips twisting to get more. The inner muscles of her pussy clench and flutter all around my cock, sucking me in until my balls are pushed against her sweet snatch. I feel my climax coming and just as she screams out my name, I unload inside of her.
Those fucking doctors think she can’t have a child? They haven’t met me. I won’t stop until her stomach is round with my baby. I wrap my fingers in her hair and bring her lips down to mine.
I vow that I won’t stop until she’s surrounded by my babies. That’s a vow I plan on keeping.
My mind is a mess. This is the second straight night I’ve had with Skull. I’d ignored common sense and did not go back to the school. I couldn’t bring myself to leave Skull. It might be just sex for him—and maybe it’s because he is my first—but it feels real. It feels like love. I don’t want to leave him, but I have to leave him and Georgia behind completely. Those thoughts keep intruding upon every minute I have with him, even now when I’m holding onto Skull while riding on the back of his bike. I’m full of need and emotion that’s all centered on this man, but there is a part inside of me screaming about life’s unfairness.
Skull pulls up against the sidewalk a block away and cuts off his engine. I don’t make a move to get off. Instead, I hug him tighter, laying my head against his shoulder. He seems to know that’s what I need because he doesn’t move for a few minutes. His hand covers mine at his stomach and he squeezes it.
“Are you okay, mi cielo?”
“They could be looking for me,” I mumble against his shoulder, knowing I need to leave and not wanting to.
“You mentioned that before. I doubt very seriously you have a reason to fear nuns, Beth. I will protect you if need be, though,” he jokes.
I want to smile, but I can’t. It’s just a reminder of the bigger secret I’m keeping from him. I ignore the tinge of guilt I feel at not telling him the truth, then slide off his bike.
“What time is it?” I ask, holding my arms tight around myself to ward off the chill. Skull puts a jacket over me, but the night air is cold. He wanted to drive me out to his favorite spot and I wanted to be anywhere he was.
“Are you really worried about missing curfew?” he asks.
“If they report it to my guardians, then yes. They’ll take me out of school and have me finish in private tutoring or ship me off to France.”
Again, I only tell him half-truths. None of what I just told him matters since I’m running away. He looks at
me strangely as I try to remember exactly what I said. Did I give too much away? I only have one more night with him, really. I don’t want to mess that up.
He parks his bike, grabs a rolled up blanket from his saddle bags, then joins me. He takes my hand and walks me down the grassy pasture-like area we’re in. I can’t tell anything about the area because it’s dark. There’s a large moon above us that gives light, but since I have no idea where I’m at, it doesn’t help me. Skull, on the other hand, seems to know exactly where we are. His footsteps never falter.
In a few minutes, he comes to a stop and I look up. In front of us is a small dock that overlooks a calm lake. Even in the dark, or maybe because of it, it is beautiful.
“Amazing,” I murmur, turning back to him with a smile. It’s secluded and romantic. It’s what you envision a lover taking the time to show you. It makes me feel special. Between this and the way he’s treated me since our first night, I feel like I matter to him. Still, I know I’m probably just fooling myself.
He brings his hand up and holds the side of my face. I lean into it, loving the connection with him. His thumb brushes my lips gently, almost reverently. I capture the tip of it with my teeth and hold it between my lips, letting my tongue tease it gently before letting go.
“One day, sweet Beth, I will learn all of your secrets.”
“Why?” I ask, confused.
“Because it’s needed,” he says cryptically.
I want to question him further, but I don’t. I follow him to the dock. He spreads out the blanket he brought with us, then sits down and reaches a hand toward me. I join him and lean into his body as we watch the water and the way the light of the moon reflects off of it, making the beams dance.
“What happened to your parents?” he asks, and I can’t help the way my body tenses up.
“They split up when I was young. My father took my sister Katie, and mom took me.”
“Pendejos,” he growls, squeezing me tighter. I look up in question. “Assholes,” he translates.
I nod. “Pretty much, yeah. They just never saw life beyond what or how it affected them. Anyway, I haven’t seen my father since. Not even for Katie’s funeral. Mom remarried and my stepfather wasn’t exactly a warm man. I don’t guess I’ve ever been close to anyone in my life. I do miss my mom, though. Her and my stepfather passed away in an accident. My stepbrothers were left as my guardians.”
“Lo siento, amor,” he whispers against my hair.
“Someday soon, I’m going to learn Spanish so that when I’m alone, I can think of our time together and understand all you’ve said to me,” I tell him without thinking. Every time he uses Spanish, I mourn that I don’t fully understand what he is saying.
He turns my face to look at him and, even with the darkness, his eyes draw me in.
“Tengo miedo han sido capturados. Nunca dejar ir,” he says, the lyrical words rolling off his tongue.
“What’d you just say?” I ask, my heart beating faster.
He smiles and kisses my forehead before lying back on the dock, lifting me under my arms as he does and bringing me atop him. Our lips are just a breath away from each other. Our eyes, locked on one another. My legs slide along his body so that I’m astride him and I find myself wishing we didn’t have clothes on.
“Come on, Skull. It’s not fair. Tell me what you just said.”
“I said that I fear your body has me captured. I need to fuck you again. Are you very sore?”
My face reddens at his frank words. But the instant he says them, I feel excitement pool between my legs. I am sore. Very sore, because Skull is not a small man. I don’t have anything to really judge him by, but I can’t imagine there are many—if any—larger.
But I know I won’t get to keep experiencing the pleasure he gives me. I greedily want all of it I can have.
“I’m good. I want you again too, Skull.”
“My sweet, sweet Beth,” he moans, his hand brushing the side of my face and his lips finding mine.
It’s a different type of kiss than the others we’ve shared. This one feels tender. Somehow, that moves me more than anything he’s ever given me. I lose myself in his taste and the warm, wet texture of his mouth. My tongue curves around his, sucking it in further, needing the silky feel and the way it heats my body on the inside. His hands move up my back and then back down where he cups my ass and grinds my body into his. I can feel the hard ridge of his cock against me and moan in response.
“Are you sure?” his raspy voice asks as his kisses trail down the side of my neck. He hones in on the juncture where my neck and shoulder meet and bites on the tight tendon there. I cry out softly in response, trying to buck restlessly against him. His strong hands keep me in place.
“Teach me… in your language.”
His tongue teases my skin, tracing my neck and under my chin, before looking up at me. “Beth…?”
“Teach me how to ask you to fuck me in Spanish,” I demand. I don’t know where the need comes from, I just know it’s there.
“Soy todo tuyo,” he tells me, and his eyes never leave mine as I say the words. It doesn’t ring true to me. Rosa taught us all a bunch of Spanish curse words, and none of the words Skull just gave me match what she said was Spanish for fuck. It doesn’t even match the words he said earlier. So, I commit these to memory—for two reasons. One, I want to know what he had me say. Two? I love the effect they have on him.
“Soy todo tuyo, Skull. Soy todo tuyo.”
Skull growls, flipping me over while already tearing my shirt from my body.
Oh, yes. I definitely want to know what I’ve just said to him. Definitely. And once he has us both naked and his hard cock drives into my body, I say it again just for good measure. I say it over and over. Skull wraps his hand in my hair and holds my body exactly how he wants it as he pounds me relentlessly, pushing us both over the edge.
My body shudders in the last aftershock of my orgasm and I feel our combined fluids leak between my thighs. I moan and tighten my muscles upon his cock, which is still semi-erect and deep inside of me. I want to scream that I love him, but I don’t. I can’t. But when he whispers, “I am yours too, mi cielo,” I smile. I am pretty sure those are the words he had me say in Spanish, and I’m okay with it. I’m more than okay because it doesn’t matter that I have to leave in a very short time.
It doesn’t matter at all, for it is true: I am his.
It’s the best fucking day I can remember having. I left Beth sleeping in my bed after fucking her again. Jesus, I’ve gotten lost in her body so much the last two days that my dick should be completely withered away. Instead, the fucker is still half hard.
Finally, I’m getting a meeting with the Donahues. I thought they were going to continue ignoring me and I couldn’t let that pass. Word had come this morning. They planned a meeting at Paradise Ridge near Lookout Mountain, which is actually in Tennessee. I hated leaving Beth, but with any luck, I’ll get this shit done and be back home to her before she wakes up. I left her worn out. The thought of the orgasms I’d wrung from her body over and over makes me smile. Her innocence calls to me. I’m a hard fucking man; there’s an animal underneath the calm demeanor I show the world. Very few have seen it, and even less have survived to tell about it. I let shit go until I hit my limit. Beth somehow tempts the animal in me. It’s almost as if he can smell her blood and is primed for the hunt, but then her touch soothes us both. She’s the first woman who I could ever see myself with and not grow bored. If I feel this strongly after two days, what the fuck will it be like when I’m with her longer?
I left Beast in charge of Beth’s protection. I know she’ll be okay, but I can’t deny I will not be resting easy until I’m with her again. Her protection is mine to keep. She is mine. It was no coincidence though that I left the one patched-in member of the club who has a steady old lady to watch over her. I look over at the cocky look on Torch’s face as we pull up in the parking lot and, yeah, I know it’s fucked up, but I’m no
t about to let the fucker anywhere near my girl.
We all park our bikes and wait. I had a couple members go ahead to make sure we weren’t walking into a trap. I also called in a marker, and I see him coming now.
Diesel walks toward me, his long lanky legs eating up the pavement. I tried like hell not to like the son of a bitch, but I can’t. He’s the president of a club in Tennessee called the Savage Brothers. They have a chapter in Kentucky, Florida, Ohio, and several other states. I’ve not had any dealings with any of them besides Diesel. There’s been rumors that the president of the Kentucky branch is a fucking hothead. I hear he goes by the name Dragon. Hopefully calling my marker in with Diesel won’t require me dealing with any of the others. I’d like to keep this as contained as possible.
Diesel and I shake hands. He claps my shoulder and I do the same.
“How are you, you sorry son of a bitch?” he asks. In some ways he reminds me of Torch, but life has been hard on Diesel. There’s a story in his eyes. Then again, none of us became leaders without having it hard. It’s what tests us to see if we can survive the fire.
“Diesel. I see you haven’t changed, hombre. You ever going to cut that shit on your head?” I ask, motioning to the pile of hair messily trapped on top of his head. It’s an old joke between us.
He flips me off in response, then asks, “You ready for this shit?”
“Ready as I will ever be. Are they here?”
This was a big marker. Diesel and his crew are a neutral host. They make sure I’m not walking into a trap, and I get my meeting. Hopefully we all get out of here without bloodshed.
“That they are, ese. I don’t know what you did to piss Colin off, but I’d tread carefully.”
“I wish to fuck I knew, too. That’s what today is about. Let’s get this shit done. I got a woman waiting for me.”
“You always have a woman waiting for you,” Diesel responds.
“Not like this one. This one’s special.”
“Don’t tell me you’re getting all bent out of shape over a woman,” he says, shaking his head.