Sufferance (The Chicago Defiance MC Series Book 4)

by KE Osborn

  I tighten my grip on his hand. “Thank you. See, we’re good at this compromise shit.”

  He chuckles as he pulls into an apartment block parking lot. I look at the mass of apartments and I can’t help but wonder which one Chloe’s in, though I guess I will find out soon enough. He pulls into a parking spot, then we slide out of the truck as he grabs the box of pre-cut watermelon from the back. He said it makes Chloe feel better after chemo. Something about giving her back some of the electrolytes she lost during her treatment or something. Plus, it just generally makes her feel better.

  He takes my hand with his free one, our fingers loop together. I have to admit I’m a little anxious. I know she means a hell of a lot to him, so if we don’t get along this could suck. He leads me to a green door right in front of where we parked, and he gently raps on it. It opens not long after to the girl in the picture. She’s stunningly gorgeous with the prettiest of features and has a pink and white scarf wrapped around her head. Chloe’s wearing unicorn pajamas. I love she’s unashamed to wear pajamas in front of me. I like her instantly.

  “Geez, Chloe, could’ve put some clothes on,” Tremor scolds mockingly.

  “Hey, love me how I come or not at all.”

  I shrug. “Personally, I love the look. If I could have come in my PJ’s, I certainly would have.”

  Tremor elbows me in my side. “You slept mostly naked last night,” he murmurs.

  I roll my eyes as Chloe groans. “Oh God, is that what it’s going to be like with you two? Kill me now. Oh, did you bring—”

  “Got it right here,” Tremor beams handing her the watermelon.

  Her eyes light up as she gestures for us to walk in. “Now you may enter.”

  Tremor chuckles. “So there’s an entry fee?” he asks. I giggle walking with Tremor inside her mega tiny apartment.

  “Yes, every damn time. Don’t forget, cuz! Anyway enough of the bullshit. It’s nice to meet you finally, Neala. I’ve heard so much about you,” she chimes, offering for us to sit on her small sofa.

  We sit as she settles on the coffee table opposite us seeing as there’s no chair room for her. Pulling open the container of pre-cut watermelon, she starts eating it.

  I raise my brow, grimacing slightly. “I’m sorry about how things were between Tremor and me. You must think I’m terrible?”

  “You? No. I think you’re amazing, he gets a prize for asshole of the year.”

  He lets out a shocked laugh. “Thanks for the support, Chloe.”

  “What? You are. I’m just glad you finally found your way to each other. Though, I always knew it would happen eventually. So, Tremor tells me you’re an interior designer?”

  I glance at him. He relaxes on the sofa like he’s unashamed he’s talked about me in depth with her. “Yes, just got out of college, and I’m trying to start up and landed my first real job actually designing a nursery. Which I really need to focus on a little more. I don’t have a hell of a lot of time left to get it ready.”

  Chloe’s eyes open wide. “Well, I did a little bit of design theory when I started in college before I got sick. I have some spare time on my hands now, so if you want, I could help you out?”

  Wow! I really could do with a hand, but surely, asking someone who’s going through chemo is not the right thing to do.

  “Chloe, it’s nice of you, but shouldn’t you be resting?” Tremor asks the question I was thinking.

  Chloe groans. “Resting yes, so I can’t be lifting furniture and shit, but I can sit down to discuss paint options or where artwork should be hung from my chair. I’m bored here, Trem, you can only do so much. I don’t expect you to come here every day. Hell, I’m surprised with how often you have been coming here.”

  Tremor sighs. “Chloe, you and me… we stick together, you know that. I’m not letting you do this on your own.”

  “No, I know, and I’m so grateful, but maybe I can work with Neala here, and together we can bring this woman an amazing nursery. What do you say, Neala?”

  I glance at Tremor to make sure it’s okay with him. He subtly nods, so I reach out for her hand. “I would love the help, and I know we’re going to get along just perfect. Thanks, Chloe, you’re a lifesaver.”

  She swipes her shoulder like she’s dusting it off. “Meh, I try.”

  We all chuckle as I sink back into the sofa loving how easy this feels. The flow between the three of us is relaxed. I feel like I’ve known Chloe my entire life. It’s easy to see why Tremor has such an affinity with her.

  After taking the truck back to the clubhouse for Trax, Tremor and I knew the night was drawing closer and closer. The idea of us finally having our time alone together was becoming too much to bear. So, instead of hanging around the clubhouse for dinner then leaving for my house, I’m now on the back of his bike, holding on as tight as humanly possible. The feeling of being on his bike, the rumble of the engine beneath me with him in front of me, is something I think I’ll never get used to.

  Though, I had to fight like fury to get this to actually happen at all today. He wanted to take someone’s car to my apartment, but I wanted this, this feeling right here—the wind licking at my face, the rumble of the engine, the thrill of the speed. Everything about this is what I’ve been needing, no craving, as he rides to my home.

  He remembers the way.

  Of course, he does.

  Nothing about Tremor surprises me.

  He pulls into my driveway turning off the engine. I slide off the back and yank off my helmet. He follows pulling off his. “Having you on the back of my bike, angel… fuck! There’s nothing like it.”

  Raising my brow, I smile. “Tell me about it. Now c’mon, get inside.”

  With his hand in mine, I pull him with me to the front door. Grabbing my keys from my small bag that’s wrapped around my torso, I slide it into the lock, then we walk through into the front room. It’s small but big enough for me. The décor is mostly white with splashes of color here and there. I designed the interior of this place myself so I’m happy with it.

  His eyes light up as he walks through taking it all in. “Lala, this is fucking awesome, just as I remember it. It’s you.”

  I drop my bag on the glass coffee table then turn to face him, butterflies roll through my stomach as I lace my fingers around his neck, sliding my body up against his. His face falls taking on the seriousness of the moment as I look into his eyes sultrily.

  “I don’t want to talk about the design of my apartment.”

  He chuckles as his hands slide around cupping my ass as he hoists me up, my legs wrapping around his waist. “No?”

  Shaking my head, I smirk. “No.”

  His intense brown eyes lock onto mine, tension ripples between us as he stands holding me to him. I feel his cock growing against the seam of his jeans as his lips move in, taking mine without hesitation. I kiss him back, my tongue wasting no time as it dances with his easily.

  He starts to walk. I have no idea where he’s going, neither does he as he bumps into the sofa making us both chuckle through the kiss. He needs to turn right to go to the bedroom, but he’s going straight. I murmur through our heated kiss to try to tell him he’s going the wrong way, but he continues to storm forward, but I don’t even care where we end up right now.

  My clit is throbbing so hard I just need him as he walks through the archway into the kitchen. He turns to the right finding the counter and hoists me up onto it. I let out a small huff as he places me on the counter, but then he edges me forward so I’m still grinding on him as we continue to kiss. My hands are running through his hair, messing it up completely as his hands move to the hem of my top, then he begins to lift. We break apart as he pulls it up and off, throwing it to my kitchen floor. The black lace top lands effortlessly as he slides his hands around my body then his lips connect with my collarbone making me moan out in pleasure. He snaps my bra free. Falling from my arms, it joins my top on the floor leaving me topless as he leans back taking a look at my exposed b
reasts.

  “I’ll never get tired of looking at these,” he chimes as he leans down taking my nipple into his mouth, sucking hard.

  My fingers run through his hair as his hands move to my jeans. He undoes the button, then zipper, and I wriggle my ass. He slides them down to my ankles, then off, taking my ballet flats with them at the same time.

  Shaking my head, I click my tongue on the roof of my mouth as he stands ogling me. “You’re far too dressed, Trem.”

  He chuckles as he shrugs out of his cut, folding it in half and placing it on the kitchen counter beside me. I love the respect he shows for his cut. It doesn’t belong on the floor like the rest of our clothes. He yanks his white shirt over the back of his head, his defined abs coming into view as my abdomen squeezes in delight. He’s simply delicious to look at, not to mention all those tattoos covering his arms, the slight beard on his face, what’s not to adore about him.

  He steps in closer to me spreading my legs either side of him as his hand slides down my inner thigh. “I’ve wanted to touch you for so damn long, Lala.”

  My breath catches as his hand rubs the layer of fabric covering my pussy. “Touch me then.”

  He wastes no time, his other hand slides in ripping my panties apart with one swift movement. I gasp as he yanks them off me leaving me naked. I squirm on the spot as his finger slides down the center of my pussy. My head flies back as his lips find my neck, his beard tickles my skin as his teeth graze my sensitive flesh. His finger slides down as it finds its way to my clit. I shudder as he presses on it firmly.

  “Mmm,” I murmur as he begins to circle, his tongue and teeth working on my neck, his finger on my clit. The sensations surround me as my hands grip onto the edge of the kitchen countertop.

  My hips rock slowly against his palm feeling the pressure slowly starting to build inside me. My breathing is coming in short and shallow as he works me to all new heights. We’ve never gone this far before. Knowing he has the power to make me feel this good just like this, I can’t wait until we get to the real thing.

  He presses firmer on my clit, a jolt sends a shiver down my spine making me arch my back. I feel more alive right now than I have in as long as I can remember. Tremor’s igniting something inside of me as his mouth moves up my neck to my jaw then along to kiss my mouth as he works me higher and higher. His kisses make me feel like I’m in heaven as he suddenly pulls back removing his mouth and his hand. I gasp as he stands back leaving me wanting. I frown. He turns beginning to walk away. I go to say something when he steps to the fridge pressing the ice maker, and a few drops of ice tumble from the dispenser.

  “What the?” I ask breathlessly.

  “Just you wait, angel.” He strides over placing a cube in his mouth. He sucks on it as he drops to his knees in front of me. His hand sweeps up with the other cube in it. I instantly tense up. “Relax, baby,” he murmurs, but it’s muffled with a mouthful of ice.

  His icy hand moves in, and I exhale as the ice cube slides over my clit. I shudder as I tense up with the shock, but it’s a nice shock as he slides it over and over again.

  “Mmm,” I murmur throwing my head back as he circles the ice. The freezing texture sends a chill right through me, but my clit is throbbing with such an aching desire, it needs to be tamed. He senses my need as he moves in, his mouth shifting between my legs. My hands instinctively graze through his hair as his tongue slides out to take place of the cold ice that was previously there. I expect for his tongue to be warm, but it surprises me when it’s cold. I gnaw down on my bottom lip as I gasp. He flicks his tongue against my clit as a sting of pleasure rolls through me. He knows what he’s doing, the ice in his mouth made his tongue cold, and that’s only making this even more pleasurable for me. His icy fingers slide inside as his tongue continues to flick against my clit.

  The joint effort of his tongue in motion with his fingers is quickly working me into a blissful state. My hips rock against his face as I pant heavily for breath, gripping tight onto his scruffy hair. The coolness is wearing off now as slowly the temperature begins to warm up, making me hotter and hotter.

  The heat inside me builds at the same time, my clit throbbing so hard as he flicks and sucks on it with perfect precision.

  “Oh God,” I murmur as I clench my eyes shut, rocking my hips on the counter. My back arches, lights flash behind my eyes while he flicks his tongue and twirls his fingers inside of me at just the right angle. I’m done for. I moan out loud as my muscles tighten, almost spasming as I gasp, my breath hitching while heat overwhelms my body like a raging inferno. Sweat beads on my skin as I shudder, bursting then shattering as my muscles ease in a hurricane of pleasure. It sweeps me up swirling around me, shocking me to my core as I almost fall backward on the counter.

  “Trem… God, yes!” I call out as I explode, my body slumping almost completely on him.

  He chuckles, slowly breaking away from me as he slides up my body taking me with him. He lets me lean on him to recover as his fingers trace up the small of my back.

  “You taste so fucking good, angel, I could do this every night.”

  I pull back finally finding a small amount of strength. “I’m not gonna stop you.”

  He laughs moving his hand to his back pocket and pulls out his wallet, then grabs a condom. He places it on the counter beside me, then moves in unbuckling his jeans. They fall to his ankles as he steps out of his boots, then his jeans fly off, leaving him tenting in his boxer briefs. I love he’s so hard for me already.

  Waggling my eyebrows, he rolls his eyes as he grabs his briefs yanking them down and off. I bite my lip in anticipation as he stands up. My breath catches in my throat. He’s utterly perfect. Not too big, not too small, he’s just right. I feel like Goldilocks.

  I inwardly giggle at my analogy as I gawk at him. He steps up to me reaching for the condom, but I grab it first. He raises his brow as I rip open the packet pulling out the latex. He moves forward as I slide my hand down placing the condom on the edge of his thick cock. A small hiss escapes through his teeth as his eyes never leave mine. A buzz filters through the air, an electro-charge sizzles and pops as I slowly roll on the condom. This is the most I’ve touched him and fuck if this doesn’t feel powerful, erotic, energizing as I stare into his eyes knowing this will change us. It will alter our relationship forever. Every moment since we met has been leading to this very point.

  My breathing quickens as I slide the condom to the hilt, his cock twitches in my hand as I stroke him slightly making Tremor’s face twinge in pleasure. He can’t hold back any longer while his hand moves up clutching the back of my head, his fingers lacing through my hair as he grabs hold tightly almost painfully, and he yanks me forward. My lips crash to his as his other hand grasps my hip, his fingers digging in hard as he pulls me forward to the edge of the counter that I worry I might fall off, but he steps in so close I feel the tip of his cock nudge the edge of my pussy.

  My body comes alive as I kiss him knowing we’re so close. My hands run up his back, my nails digging into his flesh needing him closer—just a fraction closer. He understands, his hand gripping on my hip pulls me to him as he steps nearer at the same time, his cock sliding up and inside of me in one swift motion. I gasp into his mouth at the feeling of being joined with him finally after all this time. Energy, emotion, elation all swarm through me as he stands stock still, he doesn’t move, just allows us to get used to being joined as we kiss frantically.

  It’s taken us so long to get to this point. Now that we’re here, it’s even more than I thought it would be. The emotions I’m feeling right now are almost overwhelming as he begins to pull back, then thrust up inside of me. I moan into his mouth, his cock fills me just the right way. With the low grunts coming from his chest, I know this is feeling good for him too.

  He thrusts up inside me. He’s not being gentle, but he’s not being over the top either. I know this isn’t his full dominant style. I know there’s more to come, I can tell he’s holding back. I
can wait. I know he doesn’t want to hurt me, but for right now, this half-dominant, half-gentle style is just perfect.

  We kiss hard, we kiss deep as he thrusts inside me while the heat begins to build again. I know I’m getting close to the edge. I rock against him, working him up just as he’s working me. We climb together toward our joint climaxes. The connection between us growing even stronger, and the chemistry igniting the passion, the desire, the will to be together is more powerful than ever. We were destined. Our paths always joined. We just had to find a way to bring our paths together.

  Now we have as we rock together, the heights of our adrenaline-fueled passion kindling something new—the beginning of a relationship, founded on trust, on mutual respect, on feelings so deep they’ve been with us for years.

  Kissing him, pleasure ripples through me as he thrusts deeper, hitting just the right spot. It sends sparks of ecstasy vibrating through my core. I gasp breaking our kiss, his mouth instantly ducks to my neck, his teeth nipping and sucking at my skin as he continues working me up.

  “Fuck! Trem, don’t stop.”

  He groans against me as he thrusts faster, harder. I moan, my nails digging hard into his flesh as we ride against each other. A flash of heat smothers my body as I clench my eyes tight. Bursts of light sparkle behind my eyes as my back arches. My breathing hitches, my muscles constrict as everything clenches tight for the impending explosion. He thrusts up hitting at just the right time as it activates out into an inferno, an eruption of epic proportions. I explode gasping for air as my nails dig so hard into his back I’m sure I’m drawing blood. He groans as he continues to pump, making my orgasm ride out longer and longer.

  “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I moan as my pussy tightens around his cock.

  He thrusts faster, his breath becoming staggered and breathy as his movements start to falter. I try to continue moving with him even though I’m completely spent, but I need him to get there too. His body tenses, he thrusts up inside of me so deep I almost orgasm again and jolt from the feeling.