Bad Company: Company of Sinners MC #1

by Lisa J. Hobman

  “Cameron, that particular dream did nothing but tell me that you are subconsciously sexually attracted to me and feeling rather horny. There’s no point dwelling on it further. Now I think you need to back off…” One of her hands hovered by her waist. The other came to my chest to push me away, but my strength was back and her attempt to lever me away was futile.

  My eyes widened as I stared into hers. The scent of her body did strange things to me, something sprang to life within me. A hidden part of me that liked to play some kind of cat-and-mouse game. And right now I was very much a lion toying with its prey. I caged her in with my arms and leaned in closer, rubbing my nose down her cheek. “What perfume do you wear? I need to get some so I can think of you when I you’re not around and I wanna come.”

  She gasped. “Cameron… This is… Your behaviour is… inappropriate.” Her voice was a whispered breath that caressed my cheek, making my dick stand to attention until it ached. She fumbled around at her waist as a panicked expression took over her beautiful face. I guessed the little black alarm she usually carried wasn’t where it should be.

  Using this to my advantage, I touched my nose to her neck and inhaled her rosy scent again. My chest pressed into hers and an involuntary groan erupted from the back of my throat. “You’re so soft.” Without thinking, I licked a slow trail from her collarbone up to her ear. Then I suckled her neck and placed kisses along her quivering flesh back around to her throat.

  She shivered and goose bumps appeared on her skin. Her hand reached out for the door handle, but it was just out of her reach.

  She could’ve shouted for help. I’d have stopped if she did. But she raised her lips toward mine and pushed her breasts more fully against my chest.

  Removing one of my hands from the wall I slipped it into her hair and covered her mouth with my own. My God, it felt so good to kiss her. Deep and wet and it tasted so good. I’d dreamt about doing it so many times, but the reality was so much better. Her hands gripped my T-shirt and she seemed to be fighting the urge to kiss me back, but after a few moments she relented and opened her mouth, granting entry to my tongue. Her lips were soft and yielding but her kiss was urgent. I pressed my whole body into hers, my hard cock grazed her belly, and she moaned into my mouth.

  Taking that as my cue, I slipped my other hand down her chest and caressed her nipple where it peaked under the satin of her blouse. She gripped my shirt tighter and deepened the kiss. I wanted to throw her down and take her right there on her office floor. I guessed it was quite some time since I’d fucked anyone, and this felt so damn good. But I was trying real hard not to handle this whole thing wrong.

  Whatever the fuck this whole thing was.

  And let’s be real here… I had already over stepped some major fucking roadblocks with what I was doing. Why the hell give up now?

  Pulling away, I gazed into her hooded green eyes. “Tell me to stop.”

  “W-what?” she breathed as a look of confusion appeared on her beautiful face. I glanced down at her plump lips, swollen from my passionate onslaught. I wanted to taste her again.

  “Kelly, if you want me to stop then you have to tell me. I won’t force you to do anything. I don’t want to be that kind of guy, regardless of what I was like before.”

  Her nostrils flared and she pulled her bottom lip into her mouth as if she was toying with what to do. The angel and the devil, so to speak. I could see it in her eyes the moment the devil won out. Releasing her lip, she said, “No… I won’t tell you to stop.”

  Fuck! Gliding my hand down the curves of her body, I hiked up her skirt and squeezed her tight, little round ass, still with my gaze fixed on hers. I guess I was looking for permission, but she didn’t speak. She just gasped again. I moved my hand around to the front and caressed her pussy through the lace of her damp panties. I could smell her arousal mixed with the heady scent of her perfume and even though I couldn’t recall much from my past, I was sure it was the best thing I’d ever smelled.

  She slid her arms around my shoulders as if she needed the support and I took her mouth again. Sliding my tongue in, I tangled it with hers. So fucking good. Once my fingers were inside the lace, I found her wet for me. She wanted me. I began to tease her clit, adding pressure when she ground herself into my hand.

  Chapter Seven

  Kelly

  My mind was screaming at me to stop him. But I really didn’t want to. The way he held me against the wall with his hard body and kissed me with a sense of urgency made my insides turn to jelly. I’d never been kissed that way before—with such desperation—and so my mind was fogged with desire for him and all rational thought flew out of the window.

  He was possessive and dominant.

  And I liked it.

  I never knew that I wanted to be treated that way until he happened.

  He clearly knew how to handle a woman’s body, and I was simply relishing the sheer pleasure radiating from where his fingers caressed me—roughly then calmly and then roughly again—throughout every nerve ending. He slipped two fingers inside of me, and I inhaled sharply at the intrusion as he continued to circle my swollen clit with his thumb. I moaned and fought to keep my eyes on him. His dilated pupils told me he was just as turned on. That and the erection digging into my hip.

  He mumbled against my mouth in a deep, lust-filled rasp that sent shivers down my spine, “Kelly, you feel so fucking good. I wish it was my cock inside you right now. I want to feel you around me while I make you come.”

  His crude words shocked me but spiked my desire simultaneously, and I wanted to take him up on his fantasy. It was my fantasy too, after all. But instead I just stared into his eyes wordlessly; needing that connection. I was startled at what I saw there. Gone was the aggressive stare from earlier as he’d backed me up against the wall, and it had been replaced with a look of awe. He watched my every expression intently as if witnessing a woman in the throes of passion for the first time.

  The sensations his fingers were creating were intensifying, and I ground myself into his hand as I pulled him to me and thrust my tongue into his mouth. My hands fisted in the long, shaggy strands of his unkempt hair. His fingers slipped and slid in my wetness, and suddenly he touched a part of me inside in such a way that the pleasure skyrocketed. It was so intense that I could see stars. He dropped his head to my breast and pulled my stiffened peak into his mouth, teasing it with his teeth through the fabric of my blouse. Gasping for air, I felt my muscles tighten and clench around his fingers as my orgasm shot me into outer space. I dropped my head forward and leaned into him for support, biting down on his shoulder to stifle the cry I was desperate to make, and a growl erupted from his throat. I released his skin and his lips returned to mine once more. The kiss was rough again and I was shocked at how I let go and thrust my tongue into his mouth. I was never this wanton. A second orgasmic wave almost floored me, and he swallowed my cries. I was grateful for that as the walls of the hospital were far too thin for this type of encounter to go unnoticed. Anyone could have walked into the room at any time thanks to the no-locks policy. But that just heightened the excitement even more.

  I began to float back to earth and opened my eyes. When I did, I realised his were fixed on me once again, and he was smiling a sexy, lopsided smile.

  He had watched and felt the whole thing.

  My breathing was ragged and his fingers were still caressing me, drawing out the most amazing sensations for as long as he could while I tried to make sense of what had just happened.

  “My God, you’re beautiful when you let go like that,” he whispered. He leaned in again and kissed me with an uncharacteristic tenderness, like I was his lover and this had all been normal, but I suddenly felt ashamed at what I’d allowed to happen and I covered my face with my hands.

  Removing his fingers from my vagina, he gripped my hands and pulled them away, our skin sliding together in a sensual, intimate way. “Hey… hey, don’t do that. Don’t cover your face. I want to look at you. You
have no clue how amazing it is to watch you come. I could look at you all damn day, Kelly. You’re so fucking beautiful.”

  I felt the heat of my cheeks increase and I couldn’t meet his eyes. “Don’t… please.” My voice was hardly recognisable as my own.

  “Don’t what? Don’t give you a compliment? Don’t tell you the truth?”

  “I… we… That shouldn’t have happened. I can’t believe—”

  He stopped my words with his mouth as he pulled me into his body. His erection was still strong and proud and straining at his jeans as he pressed himself into me. I wanted him so badly.

  When the kiss ended, he pulled away slightly. “Well, I for one don’t regret what just happened. The only thing I do regret is that we’re in your fucking office and I can’t be inside of you right now.”

  “I wouldn’t sleep with you, Cameron. It wouldn’t be right. This was a mistake as it is.” I tried to sound calm but failed miserably.

  He chuckled, but the smile on his face was a little menacing. He slipped his fingers into his mouth and sucked my juices from them. Turned on beyond measure yet horrified by my inability to control myself sexually, I gasped and opened my mouth to protest at his vulgarity; but what could I say after what I’d allowed him to do to me?

  Once he had devoured my arousal from his fingers, he sneered at me. “You want me to fuck you, Kelly. It’s written all over your face. And the signs are visible all over your body. And remember I know how wet you are. I did that. You want me inside of you. Why don’t you just admit it? Huh? You’ve been attracted to me from the beginning.”

  I snorted at his attitude. Even if his words rang true, I wouldn’t admit it. “My God, you’re so arrogant.”

  He dragged his tongue across his lower lip as he stared into me. “This isn’t arrogance, sweetheart. I know what I felt. And what I saw in your eyes.”

  I began to panic. “It’s unethical. I could lose my job. It’s, it’s—”

  “Fuck ethics, Kelly. Don’t be so fucking straight laced all the time. Live a little.”

  I pushed on his chest and this time he moved back. I straightened my clothes and glanced down to find a damp patch on the silk over my left breast. Oh shitty shit. I was grateful that I’d brought a jacket to work with me.

  Amusement came over me at my train of thought. I’d just had a sexual encounter with a bloody patient in my office and here I was worrying about how I looked? Crazy. Definitely crazy. There was no other logical explanation. I’d obviously been studying and working in my field for so long that the lines were becoming blurred.

  I realised that Cameron was still standing before me with an expectant expression on his face. I smoothed my hair before I told him, “This… this can’t happen again, Cameron. And it won’t. It was wrong. I could get fired. It was stupid of me. We… I overstepped the mark here. It’s entirely my fault. You’re my patient and I’ve acted like some… some tart. I’ve abused my position of trust. That’s just not me. It’s not who I am or how I behave. I… I apologise.” My words came out in panicked rush and my eyes began to sting as the weight of what I’d done really weighed heavy.

  He stepped toward me and reached out to touch my cheek. His brow furrowed. “Excuse me for pointing out the obvious here but you don’t hear me complaining do you? And believe me when I tell you I don’t feel abused. Not in the slightest. And you are in no way a… a what did you call yourself? A tart?”

  His warm smile did nothing to reassure me. What had I been thinking? I shook my head. “That’s not the point Cameron. I—”

  He reached up and tucked a stray strand of hair behind my ear, suddenly tender again. I was getting whiplash from his changing mood. “Then what is the point? You can’t tell me that you haven’t felt the sexual tension between us. We just acted on how we felt.”

  He was right, of course, but I couldn’t admit to it. I wouldn’t admit to it and it didn’t change the fact that it was wrong. So wrong. “You’re quite an intimidating man. And whilst I do find you attractive it is my job to help you figure out who you are and why you’re here. It’s not my job to use you for sexual gratification.”

  His mouth turned up at one side. “Says the woman with the damp panties and the just pleasured glow. Look… you don’t need to worry. I’ve decided I’m not a guy who kisses and tells. That’s the beauty of amnesia I guess. You get to rebuild yourself into the kind of person you wish you were. No one will find anything out from me. I’m just a little sad that we won’t get to do this again. Watching you fall apart for me was… beautiful. Just so you know.” He adjusted himself in his jeans, stepped away from me and pressed on the door handle pulling it open a little. I was still leaning on the wall for support as my legs had turned to jelly. I turned my head toward him and he smiled. “Relax, Kelly. Please?” His voice was soft and I was thankful for the wall at my back.

  When he had gone I slid down until my bottom hit the floor. I rested my head in my hands and began to sob. What the hell was I playing at? What the hell was I doing? Those two questions were being screamed at me by my subconscious over and over.

  But I couldn’t answer them.

  I had nothing except tears of self-loathing.

  Chapter Eight

  Cameron

  I returned to my room and slumped into the chair by the window. I could still smell her on me, and my dick was reluctant to relax just like the rest of my tensed-up body. Running my fingers through my hair, I closed my eyes and replayed the events that had taken place only minutes before. The way her eyes drifted half closed as her arousal took over. The way she dug her fingers into my shoulders and bit me and the feel of her pussy tightening around my fingers. Fuck, what I wouldn’t give to do it all over again but this time with my cock. What a shame it wouldn’t be happening anytime soon.

  She’d made that very clear.

  The fear in her eyes when she came back to earth told me that there was a good chance I’d be seeing a different doctor from that moment on. I had to get used to the fact that there was no fucking way she would face me again. And shit if that didn’t piss me off.

  Hell, I was beginning to regret pushing her so far. She clearly wanted me, but… maybe I could’ve handled things differently. Taken things slower maybe. The problem was that I couldn’t hide my attraction to her and I’d acted instinctively. That fact alone scared the crap out of me. Who the hell was I, and why would I act in such a sexually aggressive way toward a woman who was clearly out of reach?

  Was that it?

  Was it the challenge?

  My mind scoured the recent memories of dreams I’d been having and the erotic nature of many of them. The women who’d featured in my unconscious encounters were faceless—that is, apart from Kelly. What made her different? Maybe it was just the fact that she was the one I was thinking about at the time. She was real. The others were either figments of my lurid imagination or memories of lays past. Either way, they didn’t help me to identify myself.

  Feeling more tense and aroused than I cared to be, I walked into my bathroom and leaned against the door in the hope that my weight would act as a deterrent for any of the well-meaning nursing staff intent on bursting in. I unbuttoned my fly, shoved my jeans down a ways, and gripped my cock firmly. Closing my eyes, I called to mind the way Kelly’s body felt and smelled; every teasing memory played in my head as I moved my hand up and down, squeezing my shaft and driving myself towards the release I wished I could’ve had with her… in her. Fuck I wanted to be inside her. Feeling her pussy tighten around me as her soft tits rubbed against my bare chest. Thrusting hard into her until she cried out my name and I marked her as my own.

  I let my head fall back against the door as my breathing accelerated and I remembered the noises she’d made as I fucked her with my fingers. A grunt left my chest and I chewed on my bottom lip as deep, intense pleasure radiated from where I slipped my fist along my rigid cock. Suddenly my mind was pulled in another direction. My imagination was running wild and in my mind’s
eye I glanced down to see Kelly naked on her knees before me as she pulled the full length of my erection into the wet cave of her mouth. Fuck, my fantasies were definitely improving. Her breasts bounced as she stared up at me and increased the speed of her sucking. If it were real, I would have grabbed a handful of her silky auburn curls—not to hurt her but just to control her pace. I wanted this to last as long as possible, but the images of her flashing through my mind were enough to send any guy over the edge. My grip tightened and once more I was inside her, feeling her sliding her body down on mine, and I could hold back no longer. I gritted my teeth and fought the roar trying to escape my body as I came hard.

  Once my body had calmed enough for me to take a walk, I cleaned myself up and went to the nurse’s station to check if the library cart was due to come around. The old volunteer, Charlie, was around seventy and more or less the hospital grandpa. He’d recommended some fantastic books for me to read, the last being “The Catcher in the Rye” by J. D. Salinger. I identified with Holden Caulfield in a way that made me once again question who I had been before I lost my memory.

  As I stood chatting to Patty at the nurse’s station, I heard the clicking of heels on the tiled floor to my left. I looked towards the sound and smiled. Kelly was walking toward me with her head down. She was reading a pile of papers as she walked and her brow was furrowed. She stopped and lifted her head, meeting my eyes as she did so. My gaze trailed down her body and landed on the jacket she was wearing to hide the evidence of our earlier encounter.

  “Erm… Cameron… I… I need to speak with you…. It’s a matter of urgency.”

  “Okay, let’s go to my room.” I gestured across the corridor.

  “No… no… let’s go to my office.” She turned to walk away, not giving me a chance to reply.