Not Attainable (Red Eyes MC Romance)

by Blair Grey

  I didn’t really want to be alone with my thoughts that night, either. Otherwise, I might go get on my bike and disappear again, maybe for good this time. Better to fuck the restlessness away.

  I leaned down and kissed Belle questioningly. I could feel the way her breath caught, the way she hesitated, but she didn’t pull away. And when it really came down to it, I knew she had known exactly what she was getting into by coming over here tonight. If we pissed off Ray, we were both to blame.

  But I didn’t think about any of those consequences for long. Instead, I slid a hand into the silken hairs at the nape of her neck, tilting her head to the side to deepen the kiss. I turned us around so that she was the one pressed back into the countertop, slotting a leg in between hers.

  She immediately ground down against me, and I could tell that she was already incredibly turned on. I wanted to strip her down and have her right there in the middle of the kitchen, but there was something about Belle that made me hesitate. She deserved better than that from me. She deserved this to be sweet and caring.

  Not least of which because it was only her second time.

  Still, I wanted to have a little fun with her before taking things to the bedroom. I slowly kissed down her jaw and her neck and then lower, undoing the buttons of her dress as I went. She shrugged the material off her shoulders, seeming to have no complaints about being half-naked in the kitchen.

  “These are very nice,” I said, tugging at the black lace panties she was wearing.

  She blushed, but I could tell she was pleased. “I thought you might like them,” she said.

  I dropped to my knees in front of her, sliding the sexy panties carefully off and then nudging her feet wider. For the first moment, Belle looked uncertain, but I smiled reassuringly up at her. “Another first?” I guessed.

  “Yeah,” she breathed, the single syllable shaky as a newborn colt.

  “Relax,” I murmured, kissing her inner thigh and running my hands soothingly up and down her legs.

  She nodded at me, her fingers finding the edge of the countertop and her head falling back as I used my tongue to explore the sweet space at the apex of her thighs. I dipped my fingers into her wet folds, my digits gliding easily against the velvet of her skin.

  Belle moaned, but I didn’t let up until I could feel her entrance quavering with the need for more. I got to my feet, pressing a heated kiss to her lips, and then pulled back, grinning at her starstruck expression.

  “Come on,” I said, twisting my fingers with hers. “Let’s move it to the bedroom.”

  She nodded frantically, stumbling along after me.

  20

  Belle

  I couldn’t believe this was happening again. I couldn’t believe that Will had agreed to it, after he’d been so adamant that we couldn’t sleep together again. Then again, it wasn’t as though either of us disliked sleeping with one another. Or at least, that wasn’t the impression that I got. No, it was more that we weren’t sure how to be together. It would be easier not to be together.

  But that didn’t mean it was right. It didn’t mean that that was what was best for either of us.

  I had spent the whole night imagining what things could be like if Will wasn’t part of Red Eyes. Would my father see him any differently? Would it ever be possible for him to accept us? Because I wasn’t sure that I could quit seeing Will.

  He was the most perfect guy I had ever met. And I was sure Nicole would agree if I told her about this. He’d cooked me dinner. He’d shown me that absolutely adorable paper crane he had carved.

  I still couldn’t believe he had done that. I knew he was talented with his hands in certain other respects, but I hadn’t expected him to be an accomplished wood-carver.

  Everything I learned about him made feelings swell up in my chest, and it definitely wasn’t just lust.

  And then after dinner, this.

  At first, I couldn’t help but feel a little embarrassed to have him down there between my legs like that. Especially right there in the kitchen, as though we couldn’t make it to the bedroom. What if someone walked in? I knew that wasn’t likely, but wasn’t it still a possibility? And what would we do if that happened?

  I couldn’t think about it for very long, though. I was having a hard time stringing together any sort of thought as Will continued to work me over.

  He dragged me to the bedroom and laid me down on the bed, stripping quickly before joining me. I still had my bra on, I realized distantly, and I immediately fumbled at the clasp of it, wanting to feel his bare skin against mine again. When my fingers fumbled, Will laughingly helped.

  “I think you’re better at that than I am,” I said breathlessly.

  Will snorted, but whatever response he might have had was lost as I claimed his lips in another passionate kiss.

  He kept things moving tantalizingly slow until I was practically crazy with desire. I suddenly realized that I was begging him over and over again: “Please, please, please.”

  “Please what?” Will asked, nuzzling my neck. “What do you want?” I could hear him fumble with a condom that he had produced from somewhere, though, and my whole body fizzed with excitement. Not long now.

  “You know,” I said, but my exasperation was lost as he closed his mouth around one of my nipples, biting and sucking until I thought I could cum from just that. Still, he didn’t do anything with his fingers. Not until I pushed my fingers down between my own legs, shamelessly desperate for some relief.

  He grinned, grabbing my wrists and pulling my seeking fingers away. “Not yet,” he rumbled, teasing my entrance with just his tip. I sobbed with need, and finally he plunged into me, all the way, in one smooth motion.

  It should have been too much. But my body was eager for him, desperate for him, and all I could think was how good it felt, how right to have him seated inside me.

  He pulled nearly all the way out, yet again teasing me with just the tip. He released my wrists, and I clung to him, pulling him closer as he stroked my cheek, his thumb tracing across my lower lip. I instinctively sucked at the digit, watching the way his eyes darkened. He thrust back into me again.

  He set a slow but steady rhythm, pumping his hips against mine. I fought for every breath, feeling as though at any second, I could spill over into ecstasy. But he very carefully and expertly kept me right there on the brink, never giving me exactly what I needed. I tried to be patient, but soon I found myself pleading desperately with him again, clutching at his hips in an attempt to get him to move faster, more forcefully.

  He was having none of it, though. He breathed a soft breath across my ear, and then, seeing the way that I shuddered, nibbled lightly at the earlobe. I squirmed and moaned. He continued to bite soft kisses down my neck until I was sure that he must be leaving marks there. Dad would kill me if he saw a trail of hickeys down my neck. But I was beyond caring about that now.

  He caught my ankles and pushed them up and back until he was practically folding me in half. It changed the angle, pushing him deeper inside me than any of his previous thrusts. I screamed out his name as I came hard. Again, I could feel everything all at once: the way his hands immediately released my ankles, letting them fall back to a more comfortable position around his waist; the way his rough fingers slid along my cheeks, my sides, my breasts; the way he continued to thrust into me, but more slowly now, giving me time to recover.

  The way his hard cock continued to pulse inside of me, making me catch his hips and urge him on even when it was almost too much.

  Will suddenly pulled out, the latex of the condom dragging against my walls in a way that had me keening again. He deftly flipped me over and pulled me back toward him so that I was face down on my knees. I groaned as he reentered me.

  He placed a soft kiss against my shoulder blade, and my fingers found his against my hip. I used what strength I had left to rock back into his thrusts, reveling again in the warm, intimate feel of this. I wanted him to cum, needed him to cum. But I also di
dn’t want this to end.

  We hung there for what seemed like forever, heat spiking hotter and hotter in my core until I was crying out on every thrust, unable to stop myself and too far gone to care. And then suddenly, we were both cumming at once.

  I could feel his dick jolting inside of me even as my walls squeezed tight around him, joint vibrations that seemed like they would never stop. I was totally caught up in the feel of it, in the utter relaxation that came when the quivering finally stopped.

  Will’s body was still draped over mine, hot and sticky and smelling so much of him that it was overwhelming. All my senses felt like they were overly aware, and I knew, quite simply, that whatever ended up happening between the two of us, I was never going to be able to forget about this. Every detail would be ingrained in my mind forever.

  Finally, Will pulled away and dropped down on the sheets, still breathing heavily. When I finally managed to turn my head to look at him, he grinned brilliantly at me. I knew I had to leave, but I let myself roll into his side and pillow my head on his chest for a moment. His fingers absently traced down my spine, making me shiver again and again, the last vestiges of that incredible orgasm flickering through my body.

  “Don’t let me fall asleep,” I mumbled, even though I was right on the verge of doing just that.

  Will jolted a little, and I wondered if he had, in fact, fallen asleep, or at least dozed off a little. “Right,” he said, sitting up slightly against the pillows and pulling me up with him. He stroked my hair back. “Where does your dad think you are right now, anyway?”

  He sounded nervous, and I sighed. “I didn’t tell him anything,” I admitted. “He doesn’t have to know where I am at every hour of the day, does he?”

  Will was silent for a moment. Then, he shrugged the shoulder that I wasn’t lying on. “That’s your business," he said.

  “It’s your business, too, if I get you in trouble,” I mumbled, hiding my head against his side.

  “The deed’s been done,” Will said philosophically. “I’ve already slept with you. So if Ray is going to be mad, he’s going to be mad. I’ve made that bed.”

  I groaned and rolled away from him. “And all I want to do is sleep in it,” I said, getting a smile out of Will. Right then and there, I decided that I wanted to make him smile more often. I knew he was a big biker dude and that he was meant to intimidate people, but god, I loved to see him smile.

  I reached over and found his hand, squeezing his fingers. “I should probably go,” I said.

  “Probably,” Will agreed. He yawned widely enough that I could hear his jaw crack. He gave me a sheepish look, and I smirked.

  “Looks like I’m not the only one who’s tired,” I said.

  “I can’t help it,” Will said, shaking his head. “You really take it out of me, woman!”

  “I thought that was the point,” I said, grinning mischievously.

  Will laughed and gave me a little push off the side of the bed. Fortunately, I managed to get my feet under me, but I couldn’t resist sticking my tongue out at him when I had my balance again. I grabbed my bra and my dress, pulling both of them on. “Where the hell are my panties, anyway?” I asked. Then, a slow flush spread over my face and down my neck. “Oh. Right. I almost forgot.”

  “Oh. Right,” Will teased, winking at me. “You liked that, though, didn’t you?”

  “Yeah,” I admitted. I laughed a little and came back to sit on the side of the bed, reaching toward him. “It was weird. It felt like maybe I shouldn’t have liked it as much as I did? But it felt really good.”

  “I’m glad,” Will said. He paused, giving me a serious look. “But right now, all I can think about is the fact that you’re currently still commando under that dress and how much I’d like to pull you back on top of me.”

  I knew I should get going, but if he was going to tease me, I was going to tease right back. I reached out and palmed his dick a few times. It barely twitched in response, and I laughed. “I think it’s dead for now,” I said to him.

  “Maybe so,” Will said, grimacing. “I’m not seventeen anymore.”

  “Thank god for that or else Dad would really be mad at me!” I joked. I started to get up, but before I could, Will tangled his fingers in the front of my dress and pulled me into another kiss.

  “Thank you,” he said as we broke apart.

  I giggled. “Are you thanking me for having sex with you? Because I’m not sure how to respond to that.”

  “No,” Will said, and he wasn’t laughing. Shit, I didn’t think I’d ever seen him this serious before. “Thank you for treating me like I have a future.”

  I stared at him for a moment and then crawled back into bed next to him, cuddling in close again. “You do have a future,” I said quietly.

  “It doesn’t always feel like that,” Will admitted.

  I was silent for a moment. I knew that platitudes wouldn’t help right now. But I had to make sure he knew I was serious. That I wanted to help him. If he would let me.

  “We’ll figure this out,” I promised him, my voice quiet but fierce. “Whether it’s figuring out a way to get you the inheritance that you deserve or figuring out some way to save up money or get you some scholarships, we’re going to figure it out.”

  Will stared down at me for a long moment and then lightly kissed my forehead. “Thank you,” he said again. We lay together for another couple of minutes until I felt Will start to breathe deeply, on the edge of sleep. As loathe as I was to leave, I knew that I couldn’t stay there. Dad would shake the town apart if I didn’t make it home again.

  I pressed one last kiss to Will’s cheek before slipping out into the kitchen to retrieve my panties and then home to fall into my own bed.

  21

  Will

  I was lounging on the couch, aimlessly strumming chords on my guitar when the phone rang. I glanced over and was surprised to see Ray was calling me. Immediately, my mouth went dry. It was only eleven on Saturday, and I had fucked Belle again the previous night. She had gone back home, but what if he had seen her return? What if he had questioned her and she’d admitted that she’d been out with me?

  I didn’t think Belle would do that. But I knew that she and her dad were close, and I also didn’t think she would lie to him. And if Ray had had her followed, that was another thing entirely. Not that I really thought he would have her followed, but it was always a possibility.

  I pressed my fingertips against my eyeballs, praying that this was just some sort of business with the MC. Things were crazy enough without having to deal with a pissed-off protective father on top of it all. I took one last deep breath. Then, I picked up the phone. “Hey, Ray, what’s up?”

  “Can you come meet me at my house?” Ray asked, not bothering with pleasantries. “I have some important business that I’d like to discuss with you in private. Where no one else can overhear.”

  “Sure thing,” I said automatically. It wasn’t like I could say no, even if it did sound like he wanted me to come over there so he could “deal with me,” in a manner of speaking.

  But maybe it was just something to do with the Unknowns. I knew he didn’t want to discuss the rival MC where anyone could hear. He’d called me into his office at the clubhouse after the weekly meeting, and all he’d wanted to do was tell me that I was going to go with him to his meeting with Lex. Maybe this was more of the same.

  I had to admit, that made more sense than the idea that he was having his daughter followed. He valued his relationship with Belle, I knew, and she would be furious if she ever found out he was keeping tabs on her like that. She might never speak to him again. He wouldn’t risk it.

  We hung up, and I headed over there, trying not to be nervous. It was just something to do with the Unknowns, I told myself, wishing I could believe it. Just something to do with the MC.

  Ray certainly didn’t seem upset when I got there. More contemplative than anything else. He clapped me on the shoulder as he let me in. “Good to s
ee you,” he said.

  “What’s up?” I asked, shoving my hands in my pockets. Yet again, I couldn’t help feeling guilty about sleeping with his daughter. I hoped whatever this meeting was, it wouldn’t last long.

  “Come on, you know I don’t do business standing around in the hall,” Ray said, rolling his eyes. “Come in. Let’s have a drink.”

  Even though it was before noon, there was no arguing with Ray. I followed him into the living room and took the glass of scotch he’d already poured out. “To friends you can trust,” Ray toasted.

  I felt a prickle run down my spine. Ray wasn’t the kind of man to toast, not usually. Was he being sarcastic? Did he know? Or was I just reading too much into things again?

  “I have a personal request to ask you,” Ray said. “And I know it goes beyond your duties for the motorcycle club, but I was hoping that given the relationship between us, you wouldn’t mind my asking.”

  “What’s going on?” I asked, surprised to hear Ray pussyfooting around what he wanted me to do rather than just ordering me.

  “I think Belle might be seeing someone,” Ray said flatly. He held up his drink, examining the liquid in his glass. Then he took another sip and made a sour face.

  “Oh really?” I said, trying my best to feign surprise. “What makes you think that?”

  “I don’t know for sure,” Ray said. “She just seems to be spending a lot more time out with Nicole lately. She’s been coming in late, and I can’t help but feel like she’s avoiding me when she does. Like there’s something she doesn’t want me to know.” He shook his head. “I know the sorts of things that Nicole gets up to. But Belle doesn’t seem like the kind of girl to go out partying and sleeping around. I have to assume she’s lying to me and that she’s not really spending all that time with Nicole. There has to be someone else.”