“You were angry at Jay.”
“Fuck yeah. Wouldn’t have kept that from you, babe, but I should have been the one to tell you, not her.”
“You’d never have admitted it,” I tell him, my eyes flashing scorn. “Men never do.”
He climbs onto the bed and grasps my chin. “Don’t make out that you know me, little girl. I’ve got nothing to apologise for. You and me? We didn’t make a commitment. We weren’t even supposed to see each other again. If you’d stepped out with another man? Fuck, wouldn’t like the idea, but wouldn’t blame you.”
Let me get this right. “You’re saying you’ll stay away from the whores?”
His look is earnest. “Hell yeah, while we’re fucking, I’ll be faithful, as no other cunt matches up.”
My lips curve at his phrasing. Bikers are definitely a different breed of men.
Can I forgive him for being unfaithful when we weren’t even together? When, as he said, we’d made no commitment? Would I think more of him if he’d said he’d been pining for me all week long? Probably, yes, but unrealistic given his lifestyle. The fact I should bank is that other women couldn’t satisfy him.
“Did you use condoms?” I suddenly blurt out.
“Fuck yes.” His eyes widen at just the suggestion he maybe hadn’t. “Girls are clean, Beth, as am I. We all get regularly tested.”
Do I trust him on that? I’ve no option but to take his word for it. Asking to see his results seems a bit much and would display a lack of trust. I decide to accept it.
But he sees the doubt in my eyes. Crossing to his desk, he opens the drawer, fusses around in it, then pulls out an envelope. Coming back to me, he slides a piece of paper out and shows it to me. It’s ten days old, but a clear result.
“I’ve not gone without a condom,” he stresses. “Wouldn’t put any woman at risk, and,” he chuckles, “not too keen on picking up something myself.”
Healthwise, I’m satisfied, or as much as I can be. I dither between insisting he untie me and walking out of his life, this time to stay away completely, or… I pull on the restraints once again, unable to deny being at this handsome man’s mercy is doing something to me. Heaven help me, but I want to give in. I want his hands on me.
But this time, I want more. Possibly more than he wants to give. “Kiss me,” I demand, pushing him, remembering he’d given his cock freely, but not his mouth.
“You issuing the orders now? Pretty damn brave, little girl, when I’ve got you tied to my bed.” But instead of backing away, he comes closer.
Damn, he’s lowering his face to mine as he mumbles, “Been so fuckin’ long, don’t know if I remember how to do this.”
Then, our lips meet. Soon, his tongue is demanding entry into my mouth. I reciprocate as best I’m able without the ability to hold him tight.
Jeez, he might have thought he’s forgotten the mechanics, but he’s perfect. I moan, the meeting of tongues not satisfying the urges rising within me. He murmurs against my lips, “You, too, huh, babe?”
As much as I can with our mouths once again fused like limpets, I try to nod.
Gradually he retreats, placing a gentle kiss to each corner of my lips. His eyes have darkened, and his pupils are dilated.
Then, with his gaze fixed firmly on mine, he moves down the bed and undoes the button, then the zipper of my jeans. A puzzle to be solved, but he undoes my leg restraints, then slides my shoes, then my jeans and panties off. My legs are free, I have no impulsion to hurt him, not like I would have done only moments before.
He eyes my long-sleeved tee. “Is this a favourite?”
I make a negative gesture. It’s fairly plain. I hadn’t known what I was coming into and was slightly nervous of wearing anything with a decal on it in case it offended someone. There’s only one problem. “It’s all I’ve got with me.”
Before the last word is out of my mouth, he’s taken a wicked-looking knife out of his belt and is slicing my tee up the middle. As I gasp, he offers, “I’ll give you one of mine to wear home.”
I’m a grown woman, I’m sure my mom will understand.
As the cold steel of his blade whispers against my skin and the material parts baring me, I feel the rush of wetness that unexpectedly accompanies his action. My cheeks redden, and his eyes flare.
Chapter Nine
Ink
The outing to Tits Up had been a bust. Whether Cad had seen something on the cameras or not, when we’d arrived, there’d been no one there and no point hanging around. So, having checked it all out we came back to the party, me already in a bad mood thinking Beth would have left while I’d been out wasting my time.
I had no idea what this woman was doing to me. I’d actually enjoyed sitting and just getting to know her, whereas normally, I’d think talking with a bitch was a waste of good time. I’d been semi-hard since seeing her in the clubhouse but had managed to put my needs to the back of my mind, waiting until we’d got to the point where we were on the same wavelength. Then, I’d been called away.
If she’s gone, I’ll get her address from Mel and track her down. Fuck knows why, but something tells me she’s worth running after.
My mood started to improve as I realised our next encounter is only delayed and not abandoned. I started to plan how to get her into my bed once again, knowing I’d need to try to explain why it’s her I’m making an exception for, breaking my own rules of never returning for more.
I’d been pleased to walk in the door and see the group of women, something lightened inside as I realised, she’d stayed after all.
I can move quietly, I was in the Marines after all. I crept up to surprise her…
I’d been beyond angry to hear Jay telling her what I’d been up to over the past seven days. It hadn’t been her place to tell Beth.
Now I had to think fast as she abruptly stood, picked up her purse and was going to walk out.
No, little girl, you’re not escaping me so fast. I’d done nothing wrong, we’d made no promises, nor even planned to see each other again. But I don’t hide shit like that, I’d have told her, but gently. Probably during an orgasmic haze when she’d forgive me anything.
But Jay had to blurt it out, and fuck, I might be an unfeeling asshole myself, but I knew that would have hurt. If I wasn’t going to lose her, I had to think fast. Had to take her somewhere and make her listen to me. Words weren’t going to do it, actions might.
I don’t talk to bitches, well, I usually leave that up to my cock, but Beth had deserved words. More by accident than desire, I’d found ones which worked. I’d resorted to the truth as I didn’t have anything to hide.
I’d calmed her down, with the result she’s now lying handcuffed to my headboard. She’d be lying if she tried to tell me my dominance wasn’t turning her on. Each time I inhale, I smell the delicious perfume of her arousal, there’s something different about hers, it’s a scent that goes straight to my already throbbing dick.
There’s expectation in her eyes, intrigue as to what I’m going to do next. She’s fully into this and not simply going through the motions that I’ve become used to with the whores. My actions are new and exciting to her, and while I may have tied up a woman more than a time or two before, her reactions are making it fresh for me too.
Gazing down at her ruined shirt, I allow myself a moment to caress her with just my eyes. Her skin reddens as though I was touching her. Fuck, she’s beautiful.
I may have had to fight to hold myself back, and not give in too fast, but as soon as I’d seen her across the room earlier, I’d thanked fuck I’d been given an opportunity to rectify the mistake I’d made in thinking I could let her go. I’ll be honest with myself and with her. I have no idea what I’m doing here, don’t even know if I can make it work. But if anyone’s worth giving this relationship shit a try, it’s going to be her.
She moans and squirms under my examination.
“Need something, little girl?”
“Need your hands on me.”
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And I need to touch her. Pushing the remnants of her tee to either side of her body, I’m tempted to slice up the sleeves and remove it entirely, but the material hugs her biceps tightly, and I don’t want to risk nicking her perfect skin, I can make this work. Thank fuck, her bra is front fastening. With just a flick of my wrist I have that undone, leaving her breasts naked to my eyes. My memory hasn’t failed me, they’re not much more than a handful but provide greater temptation to my cock than the fake or even the naturally more voluptuous ones I’ve sampled over the past few days.
I grin evilly.
Her breath hitches. “What?”
Leaning across her, I open the drawer where I keep my shit, and take out a packet. Fuck knows what made me make this purchase. I tell myself it was an impulse buy and nothing to do with the woman I was with last weekend, but the colour blue of the jewels perfectly matches her hair even though the brilliance of it has dulled some since the wedding.
The thought of seeing her wearing nipple clamps, her whole body flushing, a wave of red moving down her skin as though illuminating the path to the heaven that’s hidden between her legs, is something that has my cock once again painfully pressing against the material of my jeans. So much so, I leap away from her, shrugging out of my clothes as if I was ridding myself of acid instead of denim.
Then I get down to business. Fastening my lips over one nipple then the other, working both into hard nubs, I then attach those clamps, watching her gasp as she becomes accustomed to the sensation, seeing her squirm as the pinch arouses her even more.
“Ink!”
I draw back a little, studying her face. “You doing okay?”
“Fuck yeah,” she breathes out, her body writhing making those clamps bounce.
“I think my little girl likes having her nipples pinched, doesn’t she?” I breathe against her skin, noticing how smooth it is. I’ve never taken my time to think much about the whores, they were there for one thing, mutual satisfaction which involved a cock in a cunt or other available receptacle. Beth’s more than that, much more. I twirl a strand of her blue hair around my fingers, it’s silky and fine.
“I do,” she replies to my question. “Ink, I feel so good.”
“Gonna make you feel better.”
I get to work immediately. Staring into her face, cataloguing every expression, I bring her to her peak on my fingers, then slide down her body, and hear her come again, this time on my tongue. Then, after clothing myself with the promised condom, I slide my cock home, pausing for just one moment to enjoy the sensation, just as good as I remembered.
“Legs, wrap them around me,” I order, hissing when she obeys, the movement allowing me in deeper.
She’s a runner, I remember as her limbs grip me tightly. She moves with me as I start hammering in, pushing back against me, taking all of me.
“You good?” I rasp out.
“So good,” she responds, her hands curling around the chains as if bracing herself. “So fucking good Ink, I’m coming.”
“That’s right, babe. Squeeze my…” I lose all thought as her muscles grip me. This isn’t the frantic coupling of last week when we both seemed to want to prove something. This is sweeter, more than just fucking, though I’d hesitate to put a name to it.
When we’re both spent, I kiss her deeply. I fucking love how responsive she is under my tongue, against my fingers, and on my cock. The feeling of her long legs wrapped around my waist had taken me to heights I never knew existed.
Then I untie her hands, and we do it again. And again.
Several hours later, I let her sleep, exhausted in my arms.
It never crosses my mind to do different. When morning comes, she’s still there—as if she belongs.
What do you say to a bitch who’s spent the night in your bed?
Who the fuck knows? Not me, that’s for sure. “Mornin’, babe.” Well, it seems a good start when at last she opens her eyes.
She stretches, much like a cat, even arching her back. I swear, she purrs. “What’s the time?”
“Nine-ish.”
“In the morning?” Her eyes widen.
“Yeah. How about that?”
“I thought you didn’t sleep with bitches.” She grins widely.
“I don’t,” I reply, placing my lips against her forehead, unable to resist saying with a chuckle. “Think you must have worn me out, babe. Didn’t have the energy to kick you out of bed.”
She pokes her finger into a gap between my ribs, making me oomph. “You didn’t, huh?”
I brush a lock of blue hair out of her face. For a second, I stare intensely into her eyes. “Or, maybe, I just like you right where you are.”
She snuggles against me. “I like being where I am too, Ink.” Nuzzling against my skin, she breathes in deeply. “Mmm, you smell nice.”
Nice? I smell of sex and sweat, hers and mine both. Perhaps she’s right. I’m not objecting to her odour either. Crazy.
“How many did we use this time?”
I laugh and leaning over check the wrappers on the floor. “Didn’t beat our record. Only five.”
She rolls over on her back, opening her legs in invitation. “Think we ought to rectify that?”
She doesn’t need to ask me twice.
“What have you got on today?” I ask her after we’ve dirtied the last condom and cleaned ourselves up in the shower.
“First, I’ll get a run in if it’s not too icy out there. Then just chores. Sundays I usually help mom around the house, do laundry, stuff like that. What about you?”
I grin. “Well I suppose I’ll need to put clean sheets on the bed.” She blushes delightfully. I grow serious looking at what kind of day I might have ahead, thinking of the implications of what happened last night, not with her, but our wasted trip out. Cad will have gone back over the footage, and will have analysed it all by now. If he’s found anything, the bets are we’ll be checking it out. But I can’t tell her that as it’s club business. “I reckon Demon will need to talk through some shit. Wouldn’t be surprised if he calls a meeting later. Hey, what’s that look for?” She’s biting her lip. “Come on, babe. Spit it out.”
“I, er, no. It sounds bad.”
“What?” I prompt, starting to worry now, rapidly running back over the conversation to see if there was something wrong with what I’d said.
Now her lips press together, and she looks away. Placing my hand under her chin, I turn her face back. “Tell me, babe.”
“I just wondered, I was…” Then it comes out in a rush. “I was wondering if you’d like to come around to mine, later. Mom does a great roast on the weekend, and she always cooks too much.” Her face goes red.
Meet her mom? “I’m not boyfriend material,” I tell her, wondering why the expected horror at the suggestion doesn’t materialise.
Her face falls. “I know. I’m sorry…”
“Look, Beth, I don’t know where this is going to go. Done a few things already with you that I haven’t done before.” I lean in and whisper the next right into her ear, “Used six condoms at a time for a start.” I pull back. “You’re the first civilian I’ve gone back to for seconds, let alone let spend the night. As long as you’re okay with just seeing where this goes, and not pushing for a commitment I don’t feel ready to make, if I’m free, I’ll come meet your mom and get fed.”
“I don’t know where this is going, either. And I promise, Mom won’t be planning a wedding, not yet.”
I shake my head but laugh. Her mom won’t be planning a wedding at all. Closest I’ll ever get is claiming a woman, that’s all I’d need to do, and Beth and I are nowhere near the place where I’d start thinking about that.
Claim Beth? It’s the nearest I’ve come to even thinking about making a woman mine. But that’s only one step removed from when hell freezes over to maybe when I consider getting a foreign-built bike.
I see her out to her car with a promise to call as soon as I know whether I’ll be able to make it
later, then thoughtfully watch her drive off, wondering what the fuck I’m getting into. What is it about her that’s making me act out of character? I let her stay the night.
I even liked waking with her in my arms.
As I’m belatedly considering whether I should have made her a coffee or got her something to eat, and thinking I’m only one step above a Neanderthal, a voice brings me out of my thoughts.
“Did I just see that?” Lizard asks, putting his hands over his eyes, and then removing them. “I think I might be having fuckin’ hallucinations. I may have laid one on last night, but I didn’t think it was as much as that.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?” I round on him.
He shakes his head as if to clear it. “Yeah, I must be fuckin’ seeing things. You waving a bitch off in the morning? She was with you all night? Nah, my imagination must be playing up.”
I punch him in the stomach hard as I walk past him.
He’s not the only one. Christ. Were they all watching out the window? Haven’t they got better things to do on a Sunday morning?
I threaten Mace with loss of a body part if he doesn’t shut his mouth. Pal gets promised a painful death.
“What the fuck business is it of yours?” I yell at Pyro waspishly when he joins in.
Mel’s man shrugs. “Only give back to you what you like to dish out.”
I suppose he’s right. If it was any of my brothers, I’d be the one making jokes at their expense. But hey, I don’t like the tables being turned. I throw up my hands and walk off into the kitchen to get something to eat. Of course, I bump into Jayden who gives me a frosty look.
“What? No apology?” I challenge her.
“I think you should say sorry to me,” she huffs.
Pal’s come in behind me. He taps me on the shoulder and when I turn around, he leans in. “Her ass is a little sore this morning,” he explains.
I raise my fist, he bumps his against it.
His woman snorts, but when I turn back to her, she hasn’t been quick enough to hide her grin.
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