by Zoey Parker
His mouth grew a little bolder, and he gently licked my skin. I shivered silently against him, stretching languidly as a little flame grew inside me thanks to his tongue. I sighed again, encouraging him. His hand woke up, stirring from where it had rested on my hip. Something else stirred, too, coming to life behind me. I felt him pressing against my butt, and it felt right.
His hand slowly ran up and down my thigh, just his fingertips grazing my skin. I whimpered, sliding my leg against his. He answered by sliding a leg between mine, parting them slightly. His fingers then grazed my inner thigh, and I gasped. His touch was electric.
The power between us shifted, all of it going to him. I was lost already, totally open to his touch and kiss and the strength of him. Strength I knew he was barely holding back. The thought of it was enough to get me wet—the thought of what he could do to me if he really wanted to. I was powerless against him. He could take me again and again, and from what I remembered of the day before he was more than capable. Wetness bloomed between my legs as the heat increased.
His fingers found my wetness, and I moaned when he stroked my slick cleft. I was on my right side, so I hooked my left arm behind me, around his neck. Turning my head, I pulled him to me for a kiss.
We moved together like that for a long time, tongues dancing, his fingers moving along my most private places, my hips rocking against his hardness. He thrusted his hips, gliding along my cleft, sliding through the wetness. I moved with him, gasping every time the head rubbed against my button. I was on fire, nerves singing, passion sweeping over me like a wave. I moved faster, rocking harder, friction building and building, pushing me higher. I moaned into Vince’s mouth as the tension built unbearably—then released in a shuddering orgasm.
He gave me no time to recover, lifting my leg to slide inside me while I still trembled and pulsed. I cried out, turning my head to the pillow to muffle the sound. It was exquisite, almost too good. The way we fit together, so tight, so perfect. He groaned against my neck, pumping in and out.
I never wanted it to end. In my head I had the strangest image of a tuning fork vibrating. That was my body. I vibrated with pleasure from his touch, his kiss, the motion of his thick length moving in and out. I felt his need for me, and I responded eagerly to it, almost greedily. His hand roamed me, grabbing, squeezing, fondling, before it found my breasts. I covered it with mine, squeezing, then laced my fingers with his. We held onto each other that way as his paced picked up, his thrusts sharper, deeper. I let myself go, falling further and further into it, then lifting up on the crest of a wave taking me higher until the friction built again and I exploded.
I pulled his arm around me, shaking, as he came with a long, low cry against my shoulder. I gripped his hand, holding tight as we rode it out together. I wasn’t sure quite when I fell asleep again, but when I did his hand was still in mine.
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A few hours later, Vince was sleeping soundly. I, on the other hand, desperately needed the bathroom. I slid out of bed, pulling on a t-shirt and sweats I nearly swam in.
I heard noise downstairs as I tiptoed through the hallway. I thought there might still be other people sleeping and didn’t want to wake them. I had no concept of time—one of the many weird things about having a broken cell phone. What did we do without them, I wondered as I freshened up.
I decided to stay out of bed, or else I would sleep the entire day away. I was hungry, too, so I padded downstairs in my bare feet. The first thing my eyes fell on was the oversized clock on one wall. I nearly rubbed my eyes in surprise. It was past four o’clock.
“Tell me I didn’t just sleep twelve hours,” I said.
All I saw were smiling faces and nodding heads.
“Honey, if anybody ever deserved to sleep in, it’s you.” Sam scurried across the room, arms held out. I received a lot of hugs, even a few from the guys. I hugged them back enthusiastically, thanking them for what they’d done to get me out of there.
“How are you feeling?” Brett asked, handing me a glass of water. “Hungry, I’ll bet.”
“Starving.”
She nodded, observing the raw, bloody skin around my wrists. I didn’t want to look. It brought back too many memories.
“Why don’t you let me bandage those for you? I have a first-aid kit behind the bar.” She patted a stool, which I sat on while she wound gauze around my wrists. I wondered if she’d ever considered going to nursing school. If not, she should have, with her caring personality. She was very much the mother hen of the clubhouse, even though she couldn’t have been older than me.
“They’ll have a lot of questions for you today,” she murmured confidentially.
“I thought so,” I replied. “I’m not sure I’m ready to talk about it yet.”
“Then tell them that. Don’t be afraid. The end result is the same either way. The Wolves are toast.” She winced. “Sorry. I didn’t think about how that would sound until after I said it.”
“Don’t worry about it. There’s no love lost between them and me.” Far from it.
“So, what do you think you’ll do now?” she asked, patting my wrists gently once she’d finished.
“What do you mean?”
She smiled. “That’s a good start. I meant, what next? Go home? We never see you again?”
I gaped at her, unsure how to answer. Was I supposed to say yes? Was this her way of getting me out of the picture? I knew how much she cared for Vince—I would have to be blind to miss it. I didn’t want to step on any toes. I didn’t even know if the club wanted me around.
“I hadn’t thought about it,” I finally replied. I hoped it sounded noncommittal enough.
She was still smiling. “You dope. I’m not telling you to leave. I’m asking because we all want you to stay.”
It felt like a weight leaving my shoulders. “You mean it? You’re not just saying that?”
“Why would I just say that?” She shook her head, auburn curls bouncing. “I swear, you and Vince are perfect for each other. You can both be so obtuse sometimes.”
I giggled and blushed. I loved hearing us linked together. “How do you know everybody else wants me here though?”
“Last night, after we found out you were with the Wolves, Vince spent a long time alone in the office. Axel came out and told everybody what happened. For such a big, scary-looking dude, he’s the world’s biggest teddy bear. Anyway, he told us you were in trouble and Vince wanted to go after you.”
She shook her head again, leaning her elbows on the bar. “There was no way they would let him go alone. I mean, I’m not a member of the club and even I knew it was a stupid idea. So they took a vote. It was unanimous that they’d all go along with him. They didn’t have to, but everybody agreed you were worth going after. They wanted to be sure he was safe, yeah, but they knew if things got bad, he’d send you out. They wanted to protect you.”
I wasn’t sure what to say—I didn’t know if words could do justice to what I was feeling. It was gratifying knowing they wanted me. I wasn’t only a problem for them. One of my biggest fears as I sat there, tied to the chair, was that nobody would think I was worth saving. Once they’d gone to the trouble, I was sure they’d feel that way. Was I worth blowing up a building over?
There were footsteps on the stairs. I turned in my seat, smiling into the eyes of a man who clearly felt I was worth it.
Chapter Thirty-One
Vince
Having my club together was one thing. Having Erica put it over the top. It was like she made everything just a little better. I had always liked sitting down to dinner with the club, like one big family meal. With her there, it felt like Thanksgiving. Everything was more special.
That was why it was so hard to ask what her plans were now that the Vicious Wolves weren’t a threat anymore. All through the night I had wanted to ask but didn’t have the nerve. I didn’t want the answer. I wanted us to be together a little while longer before she told me she was leaving.
It wo
uld be for the best if she did. No matter what Brett said, Erica was better than us. She had a future, and it didn’t include a motorcycle club.
That night, getting ready for bed, I had to ask. The curiosity was killing me. That, and I knew Brett would rip me a new one if I didn’t have an answer by the following morning. Every time she caught my eye that night, she’d given me a look that said, “Ask her.”
So, I did, as soon as we were alone again. My hands were shaking a little, and my back was to her. I didn’t want her to see my face.
“My first plan is to buy a new camera,” she said. “I can’t believe it’s been days since I took a picture. I feel naked without it. Oh, and a new phone. That might come in handy, too.” She laughed a little. I planned to buy those things for her already, but she didn’t know it. It was the least I could do.
“What else?”
She bit her lip. We had just gone upstairs to bed, and I was sitting on my side. Funny how we decided which sides were ours without having to talk about it. We were in sync on so many things. I hoped she remembered that.
“I don’t know,” she said. She sat beside me. Blonde hair covered the side of her face so I couldn’t see her.
Why was it so hard for me to sack up and tell her what I wanted? I wanted her to stay. To be my old lady. I had only known her for a few days, but it didn’t matter. She had everything. She was perfect.
“Do you like it here?” I asked, feeling like the clumsiest jerkoff ever.
“Sure. You’ve made me feel so welcome over the past few days. I couldn’t have asked for more…well, maybe no kidnapping.” She snorted. Only Erica would have joked about it, and so soon. Just another thing I loved about her.
“I want you to stay.” There. It was done. I felt better for saying it. I only wished I could see her face through the curtain of hair in front of it.
She was quiet for a long time. I knew it, I thought. She’ll be calling a cab in a minute. And she would be smart if she did. We were no good. It was nice having her while it lasted.
When she turned her face to mine, the tears in her eyes made me think she was turning me down. I braced myself for the blow.
“I want that, too.” A brilliant smile broke over her face.
The whole world opened up to me. “You do? Really?”
“Yes!” she whispered fiercely. “I didn’t think you wanted me to! I thought you wanted me to leave, but I was afraid to ask!”
I took her face in my hands. It felt like my whole world was there, in her eyes. I would never need anyone else. I remembered the way it felt when I thought I might lose her. How natural it seemed that I would go into the Wolves’ clubhouse to rescue her, when I knew York planned to kill me when I did. I hadn’t cared at the time, and I would do it again if I had to. She was worth it.
“I love you.” It was incredible the way the words rolled off my tongue. Since I had met her, I’d said it to Onyx and Brett. Me, who hadn’t said those three words since the day my brothers and sisters left. It felt easier to say it now, like she had opened my heart.
Tears sparkled in her eyes. “I love you, too.” Our mouths met so tenderly. She leaned back, stretching out onto the bed, and I followed her down.
I had to be with her. I had to touch her and taste her. I needed to be inside her and show her how much I meant what I said. Our bodies were already so good together. I could say that way what I didn’t have words to express.
It took no time for the kiss to heat up. It was like we immediately touched off something in each other every time our mouths met. Instantly we were desperate, frantic to get our clothes off. I had to touch her, see her, taste her. Every part of her. She was so sensitive, writhing underneath me.
My cock throbbed with the need to be inside her. I pressed against her hip as my mouth worked over her throat and moved lower along her soft skin. Her hand found me the moment I was free, and I groaned when she began stroking my rigid length. I thrusted my tongue into her mouth, crushing her to me.
She surprised me then, rolling me onto my back. She crawled between my legs, still stroking. I gasped at her touch. She lowered her head, watching me the entire time. Building my anticipation, playing with me. Her tongue darted out to lick the tip. I hissed, the sensation almost too much. Then she licked around the head. I groaned, my hands making fists in the sheets. It was so good I could have exploded right then.
I watched through narrowed eyes as she licked from bottom to top slowly, sensually. She blew me away. I’d never seen a woman get so into working me with her mouth. She really loved it, eyes half-closed, moaning softly. Telling me how good I tasted on her tongue.
Then she took me inside, sliding down my shaft. I closed my eyes, breathing deep.
Her head bobbed up and down on me, the little moans she let out driving me wild, vibrating to my core. Her lips tightened, her tongue increasing its pressure. I was skating on the edge, so ready to come. I was dangerously close.
“Enough,” I grunted, reluctantly pulling her from me. “That’s almost too good.” She grinned, satisfied with herself. I pushed her down on her back, wanting to give her what she gave to me.
I slid her panties down, noting the way she’d soaked them with her excitement. Knowing how much she loved giving me pleasure made me want her more, and I throbbed in response. Not yet, though. She was ready, but I wouldn’t give her what she wanted until she screamed for me.
I knelt on the floor, pulling her to me by her hips. Starting at her knees, I kissed a slow, wet trail up her thighs. She shivered, moaning and whimpering, whispering my name. I looked up across her body. Her eyes were closed, her head rolling from side to side and she sank deeper into pleasure.
I went on and on, kissing the insides of her thighs, going from one to the other. Getting closer and closer to the bullseye. She smelled so sweet. I wanted to taste, but drawing it out for her was my goal. I wanted her to explode like she never had before when I finally gave her what she needed.
“Please…” she whimpered, lifting her hips toward my mouth. “Please…” The first touch of my tongue to her wet cleft made her shudder.
I licked her, spreading her open with one hand to get better access to her pink folds. She went wild when I slid two fingers inside her, massaging her G-spot as my tongue worked her clit. Her hips bucked, her hands gripped my shoulders, my head. A stream of incoherent cries left her mouth as her muscles clamped down hard around my fingers. ‘
I licked faster, faster, sending her screaming over the edge. Her body shuddered, thighs squeezing my head until I couldn’t hear anything over the blood rushing in my ears. She was the only thing in the world—her smell, her taste, the sound of her muffled screams of joy and pleasure.
Finally, she released me, and I got up from the floor to turn her over onto her hands and knees. She was still lost, whimpering, easy to position the way I wanted her. She trusted me. I slid against her, outside her opening, teasing myself with anticipation of what I knew was inside. She was still quivering when I slid home.
I groaned, staying still, waiting until the urge to come passed. She was too tight, so ready to milk me dry. It almost felt too good inside her.
“Take me,” she whimpered. “Please.”
With another groan, I slid out, then slowly back in. Teasing her. Taking my time, wanting to build it up. The incredible tightness, the heat, every inch of her touching every inch of me. I wanted to make it last as long as I could.
“Mmm…” she moaned, rolling her hips in circles, grinding against me. I grunted, closing my eyes, wanting to hold on, though she was trying to get me to fuck her hard and fast. If I did, I wouldn’t be able to stop until I came. I wanted to give her all the pleasure I could first.
I ran my hands down her back, over her ass and thighs. I reached around her to fondle her tits, and she moaned her approval when I rolled her nipples between my fingers. I pinched slightly, making her jump and whimper.
It was too much. I needed more. The animal part of me, the pa
rt she touched, wanted to be unleashed. I want to lose myself in her. Her head swung from side to side as I picked up my pace. Her groans told me how much she loved it, just like the way she moved her hips back to meet me. She was always so eager and ready to take what I had to give her.
“That’s right,” I muttered, riding her. “Take it. You love it, don’t you?”
“Yes…yes!” she answered, arching her back, swinging her hair up over her head until it fanned out behind her. I took a handful of it, pulling her head back. She gasped, then groaned. “Oh, yeah,” she moaned.
I left everything else behind as I pounded into her. I let go of all the worry and hurt inside. I was ready to move on with her, and I felt it every time our bodies fit together. I roared, feeling like I could conquer the world.