by Jessica Ames
We walk a little way, taking in the little stores along the main street, but she stops suddenly. When I walk back to her, she’s standing in front of a mini-golf place. I eye her as she says, “Let’s go in here.”
“We’re only stopping to eat and piss,” I tell her, hating myself for being a stealer of fun.
She scowls at me. “You said I needed to pull the stick out of my ass. So, let’s do that playing mini-golf!”
I stare at her, unsure who the hell this woman is. She surprises me at every turn.
“Carla—”
She snags my hand and her heat sears through me at her touch. “I know you’re worried about whatever danger might be coming, but we need this,” she tells me. I should argue the point. Stopping is dangerous, but those eyes fluttering at me are hard to ignore. I relent at the look in her eyes, that pleading look that tells me she needs this more than I do.
“Okay, fine. An hour, then we’re back on the road.”
She grins and grabs my hand, dragging me inside the building. I’ve never played mini-golf, or golf for that matter, but I get the hang of it pretty fast. Carla is terrible at it. It takes her forever to complete each hole and a number of misses before she finally gets the ball in the hole.
By the time we reach the fifth level of the course, I’m laughing so hard my sides ache, but so is she. Honestly, this is the most fun I’ve ever had and it’s made all the better by the company.
“I thought you’d be getting better by now,” I tell her as I watch her try to sink a shot that should be easy. No surprise, she misses the hole and curses.
I shake my head. I don’t know how it’s possible to be this bad at something so easy.
“It just misses no matter what I do,” she complains.
I move over to her and step up behind her. As soon as my chest is to her back, I feel her stiffen, but she doesn’t pull away or attempt to move me from her space. My hands cover hers, taking the mini putter in both of our grasps. Electricity sizzles between us. I should let go of her, but I can’t. I don’t want to either. Her back pressed up against my chest is giving me ideas I shouldn’t be having, but I like her there.
I make a swinging motion with the club, her hands moving with mine. I’m sure she’s holding her breath and my own heart rate starts to quicken.
“You just need to work on your swing,” I murmur, my mouth close to her ear.
A shiver runs through her and I want to roar in triumph at getting that result from her.
“Finn.”
Hearing my real name on her lips makes my cock twitch. No one calls me Finn, but I love the sound of it. It’s something that’s just ours and I like that too.
I try not to rub against her as I line up the ball with the hole, positioning her body and hands how I need them. Then together we smack the ball up the mini green toward the hole. It goes in and she whoops, turning to hug me. Her arms going around me is like heaven, and my hand goes to the back of her neck, tangling in the hair there. Then our mouths are latched on to each other’s.
I don’t know who kissed who first. I don’t care either. I take everything that she’s offering and if we weren’t standing in the middle of a mini-golf course I’d take more.
She pulls back breathlessly.
“We have to stop doing that.”
I give her a lazy smile. “Why?”
“Because you’re making me feel things I don’t want to feel.”
I tuck a stray piece of hair that has escaped from her braid behind her ear and then I brush my lips back over hers.
“Way to kick a guy in the nuts, Kitten.”
Carla peers up at me and I trail my fingers over her tattooed arms.
“I don’t mean it like that.”
“I know, and you’re making me feel things too,” I tell her, my voice soft.
“Finn…”
I take her mouth again before she can protest, before she can say any words that can’t be taken back and she melts against me.
I could get used to this, but Carla isn’t going to stay in New Jersey forever. Once the danger is passed, she’ll return back to her life in Temecula. Thinking about that makes my stomach clench. I don’t want her to leave, but I don’t want to scare her either, because the only thought rolling through my head right now is that she’s mine, and I’m not willing to let her go.
Twelve
Carla
Somehow, I convince Rooster we should stay in St Louis and head for Indianapolis tomorrow. He’s tired. I can see it in his face. I am too. He isn’t happy about it, but he makes a call to my dad to tell him of the delay while I’m settling us into the motel room we rent for the night.
I quickly Google how far it is from St Louis to Jersey and realize we only have fourteen hours of riding time left. That means another two days max on the road. My heart sinks. I’m not sure I’m ready to give up our road trip yet. I’m barely scratching the surface of who Rooster is and beneath that cocky, brazen veneer lies a good man, one I really want to get to know better.
Rooster holds the phone out to me. “Your pop wants to talk to you.”
I take the phone and sit up on the bed. “Hey, Dad.”
“Hey, sweet girl. How are you doing? I’m sorry this trip is taking so long.”
I’m not, so I shrug and say, “It’s fine.”
“Rooster reckons if you guys ride pretty flat out you can make Jersey in two days.”
My heart sinks as he states the information I’m trying to ignore. I don’t want to be reminded our tryst will be ending in the next few days. Once we get to the clubhouse, Rooster is probably going to scrape me off. He won’t want my father to know there’s anything going on between us, and that hurts more than I want to admit. Even though we barely know each other, I feel like I’ve got into his head in the past few days and he’s certainly crawled under my skin. I don’t want him to walk away, even though I should. He’s a biker. Off limits. He’s not someone I should be wanting more with. I’m not even sure he’s capable of giving me more. These men are not known for their monogamy.
“Yeah.” I sigh. “I can’t wait to see you.”
“It’s been too long. Anything you need ask Rooster for. He’ll take care of everything, darlin’.”
“Thank you.”
“See you in a couple of days, Carla.”
I hand the phone back to Rooster once I’ve said my goodbyes and he finishes up the call before hanging up, tossing the handset on the bed and flopping back on it, his arm covering his eyes.
I nibble on my bottom lip as I stare at his perfect jawline.
“Something you want to say, Kitten?” he asks without uncovering his eyes.
“No.”
“I can feel your eyes boring into me from here.”
I scoff. “They’re not boring into you.”
He drops his arm and goes up onto his elbows, his eyes meeting mine. I see hunger, need in them. I want to move to him, take what I want, but I’m not sure what he wants. He says he doesn’t want to hurt my father, but then he kisses me senseless. I don’t know where his head is at.
“I mean, why wouldn’t you want me? I’m a vision of perfection.”
He’s not wrong, but I roll my eyes anyway.
“Modest, too.”
I lie back on the bed and switch the television on while he sags back onto the mattress.
“Who has time for modesty? The world would be a much better place if we all just admitted what we want out of life.”
“And what do you want out of life, Rooster.”
“Finn, baby.”
“What?
“You call me Finn, not Rooster.”
Heat floods my belly at his words, at his acceptance. Using his real name feels like a triumph. He’s given me a part of him that he doesn’t give to other people.
Rooster climbs off the bed and stalks toward me, and my heart starts to gallop in my chest. He crawls on top of me, pushing my body back onto the mattress and my chest heaves as his eye
s scan my face.
“I want you.”
“You have me,” I tell him on a breath.
“Your father—”
“Doesn’t get a say in this.”
His lips quirk into a grin. “I love it when you get feisty, Kitten. It makes me want to kiss you.”
“So, kiss me,” I demand, between my legs throbbing.
He hesitates for the briefest second and I can see the internal war raging in him before he dips his head and takes my mouth so gently, I want to scream. I need hard and fast from him.
I fist my fingers into his tee and drag him closer, which earns me a low growl from the back of his throat, but he gets the message. When he closes back around my mouth, his movements are sharper, harder and I love it.
His hand moves to my left breast, squeezing it through my clothes until I’m panting.
I sit up so I can pull my tee over my head before he unhooks my bra. He quickly drags his own tee off, grabbing it by the back of the neckline and tugging it in one sexy motion. I think my ovaries obliterate right there.
“I need…” I whimper as his mouth latches onto my nipple and I arch my back off the wall, pushing myself deeper into his mouth. The sensation of his tongue moving over the sensitive nub has me fidgeting as I try to find relief in my aching pussy, but nothing helps.
I decide to take matters into my own hands and shove my jeans down, so I’m lying only in my panties.
Rooster stops, pulling back slightly as his eyes roam over my body. I see the appreciation in his eyes and it makes me squirm more.
“I need you,” I pant.
“Need me where?”
“Inside me.”
He grins before he pulls down my panties, leaving me completely naked.
I open my thighs to him and he takes the invite, moving between them and latching onto my clit. My back comes off the bed as I fist the sheets, electricity surging between my legs as he flattens his tongue against my slit and licks. He eats me like I’m his favorite meal.
“You taste like heaven,” he murmurs before going back between my legs.
I ignore his words, not caring what he has to say, focused only on the sensations pulsing through my pussy. I’m so close to the edge I can see over it and I will my body to step over it as he continues to lave around my clit. Then he pushes one finger then a second into my wet pussy and my body trembles as my orgasm builds.
We shouldn’t be doing this, but I couldn’t stop now if I wanted to. I’m too deep in this, too willing, too ready to have him.
I go over the edge, my thighs contracting and my pussy pulsating as it hits. I cry his name as I come, squeezing his fingers inside me.
He doesn’t give me a chance to come down. He shoves his jeans down off his hips and frees his cock from his boxer briefs. It’s exactly as I imagined—thick, long and veiny. I want it inside me now. He doesn’t step straight up, though. He picks up his wallet and pulls a condom from the back of it.
I watch, enthralled as he runs it down the long length of his shaft then gives his cock two pulls. I widen my legs as he steps between them, ready to take him. He meets my eyes and I see the question in them—are you sure?
I nod. Wild horses couldn’t stop this from happening right now.
Then without waiting any longer he pushes inside me. There’s a slight burn before my pussy accommodates him and then pleasure when he starts to move inside me. I cling to his back, my nails scoring lines down his skin as he moves inside me.
His eyes lock to mine as he pumps his hips back and forth and I feel my stomach dip as he takes what he needs from me.
I come again first, followed by him. His eyes squeeze shut as he spills into the condom.
Finn moves a few more times before he sags onto the bed next to me, both of us sweaty and panting. When he turns his head to look at me, I can’t help but smile. He leans into me and kisses my temple.
I can’t help but think we’ve just crossed some line we maybe shouldn’t have crossed, but I don’t have a single regret. I’m falling for Finn hard, and I don’t have a clue what happens when we get to New Jersey.
Thirteen
Rooster
Carla lies against me, her tits pressed to my chest. I feel like the luckiest bastard on the planet right now. How the hell did I get this sassy, beautiful woman in my bed? I have no fucking clue, but now that she’s there, I don’t want her to leave. Screw the consequences. She might be a brother’s kid, but I don’t care. She means something to me and I want to keep her in my life.
I trail my fingers up the ink on her arm, skimming over the designs that are as beautiful as she is.
“Who did your art?”
“A tattooist in Temecula. He’s amazing.”
“He?” Jealousy flares, clawing at my gut. The force of it surprises me. I’ve never been a jealous bastard about any other woman in my life, and believe me, there’s been a few.
She rolls her eyes at me before dipping her face back to lean against my chest. “Be careful. Your green-eyed monster is showing.”
Damned fucking right it is. This woman is fast becoming my everything.
“I don’t like the idea of another man touching you.”
She makes a scoffing noise. “You do know I didn’t come to bed with you a blushing virgin, right?”
I resist the urge to put my fingers in my ears and whistle. I do not need to know about her previous bedmates.
“If this is your idea of pillow talk, Kitten, it sucks.”
Carla runs her fingers over my chest, making my body quiver beneath her touch.
“What happens now?” she asks, and the uncertainty in her voice carves a path through my heart. I don’t want her unsure.
“I claim you as my old lady and we ride off into the sunset.”
She smacks my chest. “Be serious.”
“I am being deadly serious.”
Her head lifts and she peers up my body at me, seeking truth in my words. I keep my expression completely serious.
“You’re not playing?”
“Baby, I want you. I can’t deny that. I won’t deny that. Are there obstacles to get around? Yes, but I’m determined to have you, if you want me.”
Her eyes go soft. “I want you.”
I kiss her temple and pull her closer to me. This right here is bliss and it’s the first time in a long time I’ve felt settled with a woman. I’m not a monk. There have been other women in the past, but I never felt a fraction of what I feel for Carla after a short time. I’m falling for her and hard. I love that sassy mouth of hers, the fact she doesn’t let me get away with any shit. I just love her and if I didn’t think she’d freak out about the fact, I’d tell her that, but it’s too soon to say those words yet.
“I don’t want this to end,” she tells me something I’ve been thinking since the start of this road trip.
“Me neither.”
“What happens when we get to the clubhouse?”
“What do you want to happen?” I trace circles on her arm as she snuggles deeper against me.
“I don’t know.”
“You want me, though? You just said so.”
“Yes, I want you, but it’s not that simple. I live in California. You live in Jersey.”
“So move to Jersey. I know your dad would love to have you around again.”
She sits up, the sheet falling off her, revealing dusty pink nipples. My mouth starts to water and I resist the urge to lean down and take one in my mouth. I drag my eyes to her face, ignoring the smirk on hers.
“Sorry,” I say immediately.
“I don’t mind you looking.”
“It’s hard not to when they’re right there, looking delicious.”
Carla laughs and shoves me. “Can we get back on topic, please?”
“Sure.”
All my feelings flee the moment she starts to worry at her bottom lip. I’ve never seen Carla anything but collected.
“I can’t move back to New Jersey. I left for
a reason, Finn.”
I lean down and kiss her. “We’ll figure it out. For now, let’s just enjoy the journey.”
“Finn—”
I cover her mouth with my finger. “There will be time to talk about this shit later, baby.”
I’m hoping coming home will change her mind, that she’ll remember the good things about being back with the club, rather than the bad. The way I feel about her, I would give up my patch and move across the country with her if she didn’t come back to Jersey and that should scare me, but it doesn’t.
“Do you think things are moving too fast?” she asks.
Things are moving fast, but I’m also sure of my feelings. “Never felt this way about any other woman, Carla. You make me feel shit I didn’t know I was capable of feeling. Yeah, it’s fast, but when you know you know.”
She leans down and kisses me. “I feel things too.”
I flip her onto her back and straddle her hips. She peers up at me with heavy, needy eyes and I give her what she wants. I move back a little so my fingers can slip through her wetness and inside her. She whimpers and arches her back as I move in and out of her heat. She feels so good and I could do this to her all day and night just to see her reaction. Her pleasure feeds my own.
When she comes, she fists the sheets and lets out a beautiful cry that goes straight to my balls. I snag a condom from my wallet on the nightstand and quickly roll it down my shaft before I push inside her. Her walls are still contracting as I enter her, squeezing my cock so tightly this might be over before it gets started if she doesn’t stop doing that.
I move slowly, getting her used to me before I pick up my speed. Neither of us lasts long. She goes over the edge again first before I spill into the condom a few moments later, groaning her name as I do.
I move inside her as my cock starts to soften then pull out of her wet heat. She lets out a little whimper as I do, which makes me chuckle.
I kiss the side of her head.
“I need to take care of the condom and clean you up.”
Carla nods, but doesn’t move. Her chest is flushed and her cheeks rosy. She looks divine. I can’t resist going back in for another kiss before I stride into the bathroom to clean up.