by Franca Storm
I reached out and stroked his cheek. He was still tense from recalling what I’d pressured him to. But he didn’t move away. He let me touch him and run my fingers over his skin, down to his lips, his jaw.
“Hayley,” he breathed, threading his fingers in mine.
“I’m sorry. For pushing you. For what happened and how hard it must’ve been to build up to what you’ve accomplished now, all on your own.”
He moved closer, telling me, “All that matters is now and the future. Iron Kings and this thing that you and me have got going on.”
I had his breath catching in the next second as I leaned in and licked one of his pierced nipples. The animalistic grunt that came from him did something to me, brought out something in me. And then I was lunging at him and using one of the fight moves he taught me to wrestle him onto his back beneath me.
I ran my tongue all over his sexy, naked torso. God, he was so incredibly cut. All hard muscle. The throaty moans and grunts he made just spurred me on and I lost my inhibitions, all my worries about being inexperienced compared to him slipping away to nothing. I took control.
I looked at him, searching for any sign of him not being okay with it. He’d always taken the dominant role whenever we’d done anything before. It was just the dynamic we’d fallen into. So, I expected him to stop me or something. But, as I circled his left nipple with my tongue and ran my fingers all over his abs, all I saw was fire in his eyes. He was staring at me intensely, chewing on his bottom lip.
“Don’t stop,” he rasped, all sexy and husky.
Knowing he wanted this, that he liked what I was doing, made me even bolder.
I pulled my tank top over my head, quickly followed by my bra. His eyes widened as my boobs sprung free.
I grabbed his hands and raised them above his head. He grinned. I slid my body up his until I reached his mouth, holding my boobs just out of his reach.
“Lovely,” he complained.
I raised my eyebrows.
“Please,” he said, smirking at me.
I gave him what he wanted, thinking I’d got one over on him.
But I got way more than I’d bargained for the second his mouth closed over my right nipple. It felt so good. I moaned loudly as he sucked my soft flesh into his mouth, almost devouring my entire boob.
By the time he turned his attention to the left one and lightly grazed his teeth over my taut nipple, I collapsed onto him, completely lost in the bliss that he had me drowning in already.
He chuckled and smoothly switched our positions.
I felt his hands on the belt of my jeans. His fingers hooked into the waistband of them and my panties and he tugged them down my legs in the skillful way he had in the garage.
I was beneath him completely naked and exposed now. The intense way he looked me over had me blushing a little. It was like I was some dessert he’d been starving to taste.
“Fucking beautiful, Hayles. So damn beautiful.”
I didn’t get why he was so surprised until I remembered that we’d never actually seen each other fully naked before. This was the first time.
He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a condom. He placed it on the foot of the bed beside him. And then he shed his own jeans and boxers.
I shivered as I took in the sight of his dick. Thick and long and… those studs. He’d been right. They had felt amazing moving inside me.
He cleared his throat noisily and my eyes snapped back to his face.
He was smirking. “Eyes up here, lovely. But, good to know how much you appreciate the sight of my cock.” He snatched up the condom and ripped open the packet. As he slid it on over his dick, he told me, “You’re gonna appreciate how it’s gonna feel soon. You remember? How good it felt fucking you last time?”
“Yes,” I gasped out.
“Spread those sexy thighs for me.”
I did as he asked immediately. I wanted it. God, I was so desperate. Months of replaying that night over and over again in my head would do that. And so would a guy who knew how to use his dick so damn well.
I squeezed my eyes shut, bracing myself for that first initial burn.
But it didn’t come.
Instead, I heard him command, “Touch yourself for me.”
My eyes snapped open. “What?” I eked out, more than a little shocked.
“Slide your fingers down to your pussy and touch yourself,” he repeated.
My eyes were transfixed, watching him fist his dick.
“I… I can’t.”
“You’re hot, Hayley. So fucking hot. Don’t be shy with me. Show me how you get yourself off.”
I hesitantly moved my right hand down between my legs. I stopped when I saw the look in his eyes. Animal hunger. I couldn’t do it. I’d never done it in front of anyone before.
He smiled kindly, getting it, and his hand left his dick. He took hold of my hand on my pussy and started to maneuver my fingers for me.
Doing it together was so sensual, especially the delicious slow, teasing way he moved my fingers and his all over my pussy. Both our hands were drenched within seconds and I felt my orgasm building already, so quickly.
“Yes. God, yes.”
“Dip a finger inside. As deep as you can go.”
All I could do was nod and do exactly what he said. I gasped as I slowly slid my index finger inside my pussy.
“Mmm. That looks so fucking hot. Feel good?” he said, as he rolled my clit between his fingers.
“Ah!” I screamed at what he was doing to me. “Yes!”
“Two fingers now. In and out.”
I worked another finger inside and started sliding them in and out.
“Good girl. Faster. Show me what you want my cock to do to you. How fucking hard you want it. How deep.”
His words were close to driving me over the edge.
There were no inhibitions at all from me now.
There was just sensation. Delicious sensation.
All I could feel were my fingers. All I could hear were his dirty words. All I could think was that I wanted more. I needed more.
“Damien! Please! Ah, please!” I screamed wildly, not even understanding exactly what I was begging for.
He did, though.
Because, in the next second, he pulled my fingers away, then his dick was taking their place.
He slid in slowly, carefully.
“Relax, lovely. Relax,” he said softly.
I tried my best to do as he asked, because I knew it’d make the burn less intense.
“Fucking grip is out of this world,” he grunted. He stopped suddenly and looked down at me. I must’ve had a pained look on my face, because he asked, “How are you doing, my sweet girl?”
“Second time… still hurts,” I eked out.
I wrapped my hands around his neck and pulled him down to me. I kissed him hard and, in seconds, he was taking over and losing himself to our kiss.
He started moving inside me then.
I threw my head back and screamed as those studs in his dick rubbed my walls in such a delicious way. I couldn’t keep still. It felt too good. No more burn.
“Yes! Harder! Oh God! More! More!”
His mouth crashed down on mine again, right as he picked up his pace. He pumped into me so fast, it was like his hips were vibrating, the bed rocking violently beneath us.
I could hear myself screaming.
My orgasm was building so quickly.
It took me over suddenly and I threw my head back, breaking our kiss as I just screamed and screamed and screamed, my entire body thrashing about wildly beneath him.
“Fuck,” he groaned. “Ah, fuck! Yes!”
He grunted out his release, his body shuddering as he came deep inside me.
He grabbed me and rolled me on top of him then, his dick still inside me as we both laid there panting and coming down from our sex high.
“Jesus, you’re something else,” he said, gazing up at me, his hands sliding into my hair and gen
tly massaging my scalp.
“I want to do it again.” I braced my hands on his chest and rested my chin on them as I gazed up at him. “How long until you can go again?”
A sly smirk crept over his lips. “Demanding, ain’t you?”
I giggled. “That’s what you said that first time.”
“And you haven’t changed. I love that about you.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. You’ve got a lot of fire inside. I’m gonna have you bringing it out more, where it belongs.”
We snuggled together for a while in comfortable silence.
And then he lifted me off him. We both groaned as he pulled out. He sat up and got off the bed. “One second. I just have to take care of this.”
I watched him hurry out of the room and down the hall to the bathroom.
I’d just settled myself under the covers and gotten comfortable in his bed when he walked back in.
He slid back down in the bed and then he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into him.
“I’m happy here with you,” he breathed into my hair.
“I am too. So happy.”
13
~Anarchy~
THIS WAS A BAD IDEA.
“Lovely, I don’t think—”
“I can do it,” she cut in, before I could explain to her just how bad it was gonna be. “Come on,” she pushed. “Don’t be a pussy.”
“Woman,” I growled.
She giggled as I glared at her. Fuck. I couldn’t even stay mad at her. She had me laughing along with her. Giggles.
“Fine,” I relented. “But I’m telling you, this is too much weight for you to handle right off the bat. Just remember I said that, yeah?”
She rolled her eyes at me.
“Ready?”
“I was ready about ten minutes ago before all your whining started.”
Damn. She was busting my balls. The messed-up thing was that I liked it. It was getting me hard. Ever since I’d gotten her out from under her dad’s thumb, she’d been bringing that sass of hers non-stop.
We’d come back home to Ridgefield about a week ago and she’d been under our protection at the Iron Kings clubhouse in one of the rooms set off from the boys. Instead of succumbing to the boredom of a near-locked down state of being confined to our small town, she’d thrown herself into adding to her portfolio, reworking her resume and combing through job postings online. She was focusing on the future. She was positive and she’d also really come alive. It was like the floodgates had been opened and she just couldn’t stop.
I refocused on the task at hand, preparing myself for what I'd need to do, because I knew what was going to happen when I gave her what she wanted. Good thing I was a big guy.
I thrust my boot into the kickstand of my bike, disengaging it.
For a few seconds, nothing happened.
She flashed me an arrogant I-told-you-asshole smile.
I just waited, because I knew it was going to happen.
And it did.
As soon as she tried to start it.
The bike tipped.
She shrieked as she tried to right it, but she wasn’t experienced enough.
I slammed my body against it and righted it. Then I fixed the kickstand back into place.
I stepped back and folded my arms across my chest, glaring at her.
She bit her lip, looking all sheepish and ashamed. “I’m sorry. You were right.”
“And?” I demanded, cocking an eyebrow.
She hesitated, not sure what I was asking for. “I love your dick?”
I grinned. “I’ll never get tired of hearing that, lovely. But, no, I wanted you to tell me you’ll let me teach you to ride my way.”
“How?”
I swung my leg over the bike and settled on behind her.
“Like this. For now.”
She looked over her shoulder at me. “For now?”
“Uh uh. Don’t look at me. Focus.”
She turned her head quickly. “Sorry.”
“Now, start the bike like I showed you.”
I disengaged the kickstand and, right away, she started freaking out. “I’ve got it, Hayles. It’s not gonna fall now.”
“Okay. Yeah. It’s okay,” she rambled, nervously.
“Just down the length of the driveway and back. Go real slow when you make the turn. And what do you need to do, when you do that?”
“Lean into it.”
“Good. Yeah.”
She kept mumbling to herself, getting more and more anxious by the second.
I slid my hands around her waist and whispered in her ear, “You’ve got this. You’re a biker princess. You were born to do this. Born to ride.”
My words did something to her and she drew in a breath and straightened her shoulders.
And then she gunned the bike.
Jesus!
“Easy! Easy!” I called over the roar of the bike.
She did as I said.
And, I had to admit, apart from the threat of my own death hanging over my head, teaching her to ride was the most fun I’d had in a hell of a long time.
***
I couldn’t shake it.
I had a stupid-ass grin plastered on my face, that whole lovesick puppy thing having taken hold of me.
I’d just dropped Hayley back in her room over on the other side of the clubhouse. I’d gotten a text from Prez, calling me in for a meet in his office ASAP for a situation that needed handling. Wrecker was the one who usually got those kinds of calls, but Prez wanted a more low-key approach to whatever was going down and Wrecker was all heavy-handed.
Normally, when there was a security situation, my body went into a tense, high-alert state. But, right now, I was loose and relaxed, just… peaceful. All because of her
That was probably why I missed the figure clinging to the shadows, watching me, until he stepped out into the corridor and blocked my path.
“Wraith,” I choked out.
“You’re not hiding it well,” he said, folding his arms across his chest and taking a weirdly relaxed stance.
The guy was so fucking off-putting. You just never knew what was coming with him. He was pretty much impossible to read. It made trying to control the situation impossible too.
“Hiding what?” I asked, playing it off like I had no idea what he was talking about. Hell, if I’d learned one thing when I was younger, it was not to admit to anything until you had no choice, not until the evidence was already screaming your name or something.
“Down by the docks on the edge of Taunton. At your place yesterday night and today.”
Fuck. Okay, yeah, I was busted. Big time.
But how? I’d been careful.
He read my look well, like the overly-perceptive bastard he was and told me, “You did well. Your evasive maneuvers were far beyond amateur level stuff. But not quite good enough to escape the notice of the likes of me. Or Spartan.”
“He knows now?”
“He will soon enough if you keep this up. It’s only a matter of time. Lucky for you, he’s been distracted by the burlesque club development.” He cocked his head to the side. “And Dani.”
Everybody in the club knew how close Wraith and Spartan were. There were no secrets between them as far as I’d figured. Except this. “Why are you protecting me?”
“Everybody deserves a chance at peace. Seems real clear she’s yours and that you know that now too. You shouldn’t have to give that up.” His eyes hardened with that well-known determination. “Not for anything.”
“I’m not planning on it.”
He stepped closer, telling me, “I get it, the whole thing. You know I’ve been there myself. And I don’t want you paying a price to have it. You’re a good kid. You’re being groomed to become my right hand. You’re the one. Not Wrecker. Not anybody else. You’ve got the smarts to go along with the rest of it. Ingenuity. Genius. You see things the rest of them don’t. You belong with Iron Kings. So, you’ve got an ally in
me over this.”
I smiled. He really was a stand-up guy and a hell of a person to have on my side. “I appreciate it, brother.”
His hand clamped down on my shoulder. “This kind of thing won’t stay secret for long. It’ll be best if it comes from you, in your way, not from hearing some blown-out-of-proportion sordid version from somebody else. And Spartan needs to know as well, so that he can be ready to do damage control from whatever fallout is going to come our way.”
“You told me I needed to be ready to claim her. All the way in. No doubts.”
“And? Are you?”
“It’s not just about me.”
He nodded his understanding. “She’s young. You’re the first for her.”
“Yeah. I need more time, because I think she needs more time.”
The look on his face made it clear that he didn’t like it. Shaking his head worriedly, he warned, “You have to be extremely careful then. Like I said, the longer it goes on, the more likely it’s going to come out. You’ll grow careless, get too wrapped up in her. Mistakes will be made.”
His words hit home. I’d already been walking down the hall like a lovesick fool, confirming to him that I hadn’t broken it off with Hayley like I’d claimed I was going to when he’d caught us in that rainstorm clusterfuck.
I moved to speak, but he tensed abruptly and shook his head.
Spartan stepped out into the hall, poking his head out of his office door.
I hadn’t even heard the damn thing open.
But Wraith had. The guy was good.
“Hey!” Spartan called, his gaze landing on the two of us. “There you fuckers are! You’re late! Let’s do this. Now.”
Wraith turned and started toward the office, making an apology and smoothing things over with Spartan for the both of us.
I pulled my shit together, pushed down all the worry that had arisen from the cold, hard truths Wraith had wielded my way, truths I’d needed to hear, but that’d still hit hard anyway.
And then I followed Wraith into Spartan’s office, wondering what the hell this urgent matter was that was about to complicate my already way too complicated life.
***
“We got a situation.”