by Chiah Wilder
“Me too.”
Sofia looped her arm around his neck and drew him close. “It’s your turn now.”
A sexy grin edged the corners of his mouth. Still holding her gaze, he slid his hand down and buried his fingers into her slick folds. Her breath caught in her throat as she watched him slide down her body until his head was between her legs.
“I need to taste you, baby. I’ll be gentle.” Wheelie licked her outer and inner lips, savoring her thoroughly. “So good. So damn sweet,” he muttered.
“It feels incredible,” she panted. Wheelie’s touch was gentle but unyielding, and he seemed to care how she was feeling. “Oh … damn!” Sofia spread her legs further apart as he slipped another finger into her. In and out his fingers went as his lips and tongue never stopped moving.
Everything inside her coiled tight as she rolled her hips beneath him then bucked upwards, pushing her pussy into his face.
“You want more?” Mirth laced his voice, then he watched while he flicked her clit with the tip of his tongue.
Sofia moaned and the sound echoed around the bedroom. Fuck! Not wanting to come so fast again, she twisted her fingers in his hair and pulled. “I want you inside me.”
As if sensing she was ready to explode, Wheelie gave her clit a small kiss then pulled up. His lips glistened from her juices and desire vibrated through her. That’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.
Wheelie ran his tongue over his mouth, his eyes fixed on Sofia’s, and bent down as his lips hovered over hers. “Taste yourself,” he said and kissed her deeply. “So good.” He rocked back on his knees and pushed her legs further apart. “So fuckin’ sexy,” he grunted as he stared at her pussy with a searing, hungry intensity.
“Wheelie,” she said softly, reaching out and stroking his warm, hard cock.
“Fuck, baby.” He placed a hand on each ankle and lifted her legs up, hoisting them over his shoulders. Locking his gaze with hers, he pushed into her.
“Wheelie,” she gasped as he spread and filled her up. He was inside her, and it was even more spectacular than she’d fantasized.
While seated deep within her, Wheelie bent down and kissed Sofia then trailed his lips to her tits, sucking and biting them. Then he pulled up and slipped out of her, but before she could utter a word, he thrust back in hard and deep.
“Fuck, you feel good,” he grunted, withdrawing then driving back in even harder … faster … rougher. Raw. Powerful. Intimate.
In … and … out … over and over. Wheelie’s musky scent—his flexing muscles—his panting grunts, they took her outside of time, making that one sensation-filled moment all that mattered: no memories, no present, no future. There was only fervor, euphoria, and the slap of skin on skin as their bodies slid and ground against each other in a feral dance of forbidden desire.
“Sofia,” he breathed.
Frenzied. Relentless. Insane.
Her toes flexed, her mouth went dry, and sweat poured down the back of her neck. She clutched his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin as she met his wild pace. Then his thumb slid down between them, applying pressure on her hardened nub while he kept pounding into her. The tension in her core coiled tighter and tighter as he pressed and rubbed relentlessly.
“Wheelie!” The guttural cry bouncing around the room was unrecognizable to Sofia’s ears as she shuddered and gasped. Her entire body spasmed as wave after wave of ecstasy hit her, each cresting higher than the last.
A few more hard thrusts and Wheelie stiffened as his warm come spilled inside her. Sofia glided her legs off his shoulders and he collapsed on top of her, his mouth nuzzling her neck. For several minutes they lay panting and holding each other, then he rolled off to his side and gathered Sofia in his arms, cuddling her close to him.
This wasn’t sex. This was … Wheelie. I hope he feels it too.
He twirled a strand of her hair around his finger. “That was something. Do you have any idea what you do to me?” Wheelie lifted her chin up, and she stared into his eyes.
“Make you happy?” she said softly.
He chuckled. “That too, but you turn my world upside down, baby.”
“And that’s good, right?”
“It’s fuckin’ great.” He bent down and kissed her deeply then placed her head on his chest.
Wheelie’s heartbeat comforted her, and for the first time in many years, Sofia felt safe, happy, and loved. She burrowed deeper next to him and fell fast asleep.
* * *
Sophia’s eyelids flickered open to the morning light trickling in through the blinds. For a few minutes, she soaked in the warmth of the covers before throwing them off. She sat up, dragged her feet off the bed then lifted her arms above her head and yawned. The smell of bacon and dark roasted coffee beans wafted through the room, tantalizing her. She stood up and padded to the bathroom then turned on the shower.
After drying off, Sofia went back into the bedroom and opened her bag, took out a pair of jean shorts and a tank top, and slipped them on. She saw Wheelie’s T-shirt from last night bunched up on a black and slate geometric-patterned armchair. She went over and picked it up, inhaling deeply. Leather, fresh air, and lemon soap. Sofia hugged the shirt against her. Wheelie, all the way. Her stomach growled, reminding her how hungry she was. She put his shirt back on the chair, her gaze lingering on it as she finger-combed her hair, then she left the room.
When Sofia walked into the kitchen, Wheelie’s back was to her as he stood over the stove, flipping what looked like pancakes. He had on black boxers that molded perfectly over his firm butt, and he was bare from the waist up. The muscles in his back looked as though a sculptor had chiseled them. A large tattoo of the Insurgents’ emblem—a grinning skull holding two smoking pistols—covered his back. It was the ink replica of the MC’s patch the members wore on the back of their leather jackets and cuts. Only members who’d been patched in the Insurgents for ten years or more were allowed to have a back patch tattoo. Sadness crept through her as she stared at it. If anyone finds out what we did, Wheelie will be kicked out of the club. I’ll be the reason he breaks ties with the brotherhood. The enormity of it made her dizzy, and she clutched the back of a kitchen chair to steady herself. The club is his life … his soul. What have I done? Sofia knew what the brotherhood meant to most of the members. She didn’t think Tigger or Cruiser had the same sense of loyalty and family as most of the other members felt, but she knew Wheelie did. He was an Insurgent through and through, and if he lost the connection, she was pretty sure he’d lose himself.
Wheelie whistled as he placed another pancake on a platter while turning the bacon in the pan. He’s so perfect. But I’m still feeling guilty about what we did.
“Breakfast must be your favorite meal of the day,” she said.
He looked over his shoulder and winked at her. “It’s one of the few meals I know how to make, so I have it a lot.”
She laughed. This feels so right even though it’s so fucking wrong. “Can I help with anything?”
“You can get the orange juice from the fridge and put it on the table.”
Sofia opened the stainless steel door and pulled out the carton. “You have a pretty fancy kitchen for not cooking much.” She opened a cupboard and spied green glasses.
“It came with the house. It was a new build.”
She stood up on her toes and reached up. All of a sudden, he was behind her, taking out two glasses then nuzzling her neck.
“You smell amazing,” he whispered, setting down the tumblers on the counter. He spun her around and crushed her against him while he pressed his lips to hers. Sofia parted her lips and Wheelie’s tongue took possession of her mouth. She slipped her arms around his waist then grabbed his ass with her hands, digging her fingernails into his taut flesh.
“You’re so fuckin’ sexy. I can’t keep my hands off you.” Wheelie cupped her breasts and brought his mouth down to her neck, kissing, biting, and licking with a sense of urgency.
“It f
eels so good, but just be careful not to leave any marks,” she murmured, leaning further into him.
“I’m trying, but you drive me fuckin’ wild, babe.” He pushed her tank top up over her breasts and pulled down her bra. Her tits popped out and Wheelie bent his head and sucked one nipple into his mouth while his thumb stroked the other one.
“Oh … fuck.” Sofia swayed and moaned, her hand rubbing over his hard dick.
“I love the way your tits feel in my hands. They’re so soft and sexy … just like you. You totally fuck me up.” He went back to her mouth and plunged his tongue in deeply, thrusting it in and out as he ground against her.
“You do the same to me. I feel wild and free when I’m with you,” she breathed as she applied more pressure to his hardness.
Wheelie lifted his head, his smoldering gaze fixed on her, then whirled her around and placed her hands on the granite counter. He unzipped her cut-offs then yanked them and her panties down. Tingles skated from her hardened nipples down to the heat between her legs as she kicked off her shorts. “Spread wide and bend down at the waist,” he ordered.
Sofia obeyed, but before she could appreciate the excitement sparking through her, he slammed into her so hard, it took her breath away. As Wheelie pummeled into her, he played with her breasts, squeezing and tugging her nipples, which were so erotically-charged that she thought she was going to climax, but then he moved his hands down her ribcage, past her belly, and settled them on her wet pussy. Then he did that wonderful thing with his finger on her clit. How does he know just where to touch me? And before she could figure it out, colors shattered inside her, burning through her, and rushing out of the top of her head until she became one with them: floating and shimmering.
“Fuck, Sofia,” he grunted before pressing his chest against her back.
Wheelie’s arms wrapped around her waist, and it was a good thing because Sofia was sure she would’ve collapsed on the floor in a shuddering heap. She craned her neck, seeking his mouth and they kissed until they couldn’t breathe.
Wheelie straightened up and playfully smacked her ass. “We have food to eat, woman.” He lifted up his boxers then scooped up her clothes and handed them to her. A frown of worry shadowed across his forehead.
Sofia slipped her shorts and top on, her gaze on him. “What’s wrong?”
Wheelie scrubbed his face. “I’m sorry. Fuck.”
Don’t tell me you’re sorry. Please let this mean something. “I’m not,” she whispered. “I wish you weren’t.”
Wheelie’s brows creased then he smiled wide and came over and hugged her. “I’m not sorry that we got together. Not at all. I meant that I’m sorry I didn’t use a condom last night or just now. I was so outta control that I didn’t even think. I’m guessing you’re on the pill, but I want you to know that I’ve always used a condom, so I’m clean.”
Sofia’s stomach twisted. “I was so caught up in you, I didn’t think, either.” She turned away and looked out the sliding glass door, focusing on the cluster of pine trees against the tall brick wall. “I’m not on the pill.” She held her breath. How could I have been so irresponsible?
“Oh yeah? I figured you would be.”
Sofia brought her thumb to her mouth and chewed the cuticle. “Truthfully, I’ve had no reason to be. It’s been a really long time since Tigger … well … you know.”
Wheelie was behind her, pulling her back into his strong chest, cuddling her close. “I can’t believe what a fuckin’ fool that asshole is. He doesn’t deserve you at all.”
She leaned her head back. “I hope nothing happens. That would be bad.”
He kissed the top of her head. “If it happens, it happens.” Her stomach gurgled and he laughed. “Let’s eat.” Wheelie pulled her over to the table and sat her down, then he brought over the pancakes and bacon and went back to the stove to whip up scrambled eggs.
As Sofia sipped her orange juice, she watched Wheelie cooking and warmth spread through her. She tried to picture him as a father then chided herself for being so foolish. The truth was, Sofia had always wanted a family, and Tigger knew that, so he punished her by not giving her one. As the years went by and his violence toward her increased, Sofia no longer wanted to bring a child into her chaotic and dangerous world, but looking at Wheelie just now made her think having a family might be possible.
“Here you go,” Wheelie said, putting a plate of scrambled eggs in front of her. “I have blueberry syrup too. You want that?”
“You know I love blueberries.” He went over to the pantry and came back with an unopened bottle. She glanced at it, then at him, then back at the bottle. “Did you buy this just for me?”
“Yeah. I figured you’d be eating breakfast over here at some point.” Wheelie unscrewed the top.
Laughing, Sofia shook her head. “Why do I feel like a fly that’s been lured into a spider’s web?”
A while later, as Sofia finished loading the dishwasher, Wheelie ran his hands up and down her back. “I thought we could go to Hanging Lake for a while then maybe throw some steaks on the grill.” He lightly bit her earlobe. “Just so you know, grilled steak is one of the other meals I can make.”
As much as she wanted to live in their cocoon, she knew she couldn’t. “I’d love to go to Hanging Lake, but I should get home after that. What if Bones comes by and I’m not there?” She felt him stiffen. “I love being with you, but we both know Tigger is the elephant in the room.”
“Animal and Rags are helping out with Bones for today.” Wheelie stepped away from her. “I want you to know this isn’t some damn fling while Tigger’s outta town. You should also know that I have no plans on being the dude you’re having an affair with.”
“What’re you saying?”
“That I want you to leave Tigger.” He leaned against the counter, his gray eyes unyielding, pinning her in place.
A fluttery feeling spread through her belly while her heartbeat raced. “Do you know what this would mean … to you? You’d be kicked out of the brotherhood. I don’t want to be responsible for that.”
Wheelie’s facial features hardened. “You’d rather stay with a man who disrespects and hurts you? Regardless of me, you need to leave him. You know that. I can’t figure out how you can stay with someone like him.”
A prick of anger stabbed Sofia. “So, we fucked, and now you have the right to tell me what to do?” She turned away, but Wheelie grabbed her arm and tugged her to him. “Let me go.”
“You’re not walking away without talking about this shit.”
She pushed him from her. “You want me to talk about it? Okay. I hate that I became my mother. Whenever my dad beat the shit out of her, I swore no man would ever touch me. It’s not like I chose to be with an abuser. You all think I did. Tigger wasn’t like that in the beginning. It didn’t just happen overnight. Were there red flags? Fuck, yeah. Did I ignore them? Yeah … I know that now, but when we got together, it never crossed my mind that Tigger would hurt me, cheat on me, and humiliate me. My mom used to say that Tigger was too jealous and it was not a good sign, but all of you guys act like chest-pounding, testosterone-driven cavemen, so I didn’t think it was all that unusual.” Tears threatened to spill down her cheeks and she turned away from Wheelie. The last thing she wanted was for him to see her cry.
“I didn’t mean to upset you,” he said in a low voice.
“Didn’t you? What do you want me to say? I stayed with Tigger because he made me wholly dependent on him. I never had a job, I have no money of my own, he drove away my friends, and even isolated me from my family. For such a long time now, my whole world … my existence revolves around him. It’s not so easy to just leave it. Even though he’s hurt me, there’ve been good times too. My life with him has been … home—a familiar place even if it has been cloaked in layers of isolating pain.” Her voice hitched and he was right beside her, cocooning her in his strong arms and making her feel safe and protected.
“I’m sorry if I sounded li
ke a jackass. I wasn’t giving you an ultimatum or judging you.”
“But you were judging me. Everyone does. They act like I’m some weak, pathetic person, but I have the strength inside of me even if it’s been buried for a long time.” Sofia tilted her head back and met his gaze. “You’ve helped to bring that strength to the surface. I know I can depend on you and the old ladies to help me break free. And I want to. I really do. I’ve been planning to leave Tigger ever since Christmas. I’m just afraid the club will say it’s because of you and kick you out.”
“Don’t let that stand in your way to freedom. Besides, no one’s kicking me out.” He bent down and kissed her softly. “I don’t wanna put more pressure on you, but what we’re sharing isn’t fucking. I’ve been with a lot of women, but no one has touched me the way you have. I’ve been crazy about you since Tigger prospected for the club and brought you to one of the bike rallies. What’s that been? Eight years ago? But … you need to leave him because you want to, not because of me.”
“Believe me when I tell you that I’ve wanted to leave Tigger for a long time. Letting myself get close to you gave me the impetus to do something about it.”
Wheelie rubbed his thumb over her bottom lip, tracing her smile, and a tingle shivered through her. “I want us to get even closer. I’ll help with this any way I can.”
“For now, let’s not piss off the club.”
“I told you—”
Sofia put her fingers on his mouth, stifling his words. “I know, but for my peace of mind, let’s keep what we have just between us. After I leave Tigger, we can be open. I know Cara will help me find a good divorce attorney.”
“There’s no damn way you’re going to tell him that you’re leaving without me or another brother with you.”
Fear skittered through her as Sofia envisioned Tigger’s reaction to her decision to leave. “I agree. I was going to ask Cara and Belle if they thought Hawk and Banger could be there when I tell him. I want to do it right after he gets back.”
“You should just pack up and leave now. You can stay with me.”
Sofia smiled while she squeezed him. “You’re so wonderful, but I could never forgive myself if you have to break away from the club. I know how much it means to you.”