“No, she doesn’t.” Her face is completely deadpan.
I can’t help but grin. “Whatever, Dolly, you are not my mother and if I want to fuck a ton of women and keep Eve in my bed every night it’s no business of yours.”
“But…”
“I’m done. What else?”
“She’s a klepto.”
“A what?” Again, silence besides the buzzing.
“A kleptomaniac. You know, someone who has to steal. Even if they have…” I cut her off.
“I know what a fucking klepto is, Dolly.” I lean back. What the fuck? “How do you know? I mean you’ve only just met her for fuck’s sake.”
“Oh stop. You’re insulting me,” she snaps and takes another swig. This time her shudder is almost nonexistent.
Suddenly it’s hard not to laugh. “So, you’re telling me that in the five hours you’ve spent with Eve, she has confessed to being an eighteen-year-old virgin who can barely read and she’s a kleptomaniac?” This time I do laugh. “Well, I see why you wanted Edge out of the room.”
“Whatever, Blade. You are going to be sorry.”
“I’m already sorry! I woke up sorry.” She slinks into the chair and I feel guilty for screaming at her. It’s like yelling at your sister.
“Hey Prez, we have a situation.” Ox sticks his head in. It’s got to be bad if he’s not knocking.
“What?” I snap, a slither of unease going up my spine. My hand goes for my blade in my boot.
“It’s your… it’s Eve.” I’m out the door in seconds, Dolly trailing behind us.
“What happened?” My heart pounds in my temples, the adrenaline like a drug filling my veins.
“Well, this.” He pushes open the kitchen door. Eve stands in the middle of the room, her honey hair cascading over her shoulders. Her face has never looked more beautiful. Unfortunately, she holds a giant butcher knife on Edge, Axel, and a bleeding Dewey.
Badass rings in my head. My primal urge to mate with her almost distracts me from the scene in front of me.
“What the fuck is going on in here?”
She whirls to me, her hand steady as she hisses, “This pig tried to kiss me,” and points to Dewey. His father, Gunner, is one of the old timers. Dewey’s a prospect, clearly drunk and in need of stiches if his bleeding stomach feels as bad as it looks.
“She stabbed me,” he wails, clutching his stomach.
“Wow, Eve, I had no idea you were so good with a knife,” Dolly chimes in from behind me.
“Angel.” I hold my hands up. “Put the knife down, baby. Nobody is going to hurt you.”
“Really? I can’t even walk down the hallway without your guys saying gross things. And this guy tried to kiss me and rubbed his disgusting dick on me.” She points the sharp knife at Dewey, who backs into Edge.
“Hey Eve?” Dolly chimes in over my shoulder. “Can you go ahead and slice off Edge’s penis? He’s used it enough.”
I turn and give her an eye. She shrugs. “Just saying.”
“Fuck you, Dolly.” Edge throws his hands up and stomps out.
“Not gonna happen, ever again,” she sings after him.
I sigh and rub the back of my neck looking at Axel who stands with his arms crossed, his face twisted in concern.
“Well… I have to get up early, and you seem to have your hands full. So, I’m gonna bounce.” Dolly’s smiling face makes me grit my teeth. “And Eve? Welcome to the family.” She slams the door as she leaves.
“Dewey?” He looks up, his face full of pain and remorse.
“Did you touch what’s mine?” I love Dewey… have a huge soft spot for him. But he can’t touch my woman. I don’t care if he is slightly on the dull side of normal.
“I didn’t know. You have to believe me. I thought you were with Crystal,” he wails again and holds up a bloody hand at Eve. “And she’s so beautiful, she smells good and—”
“She’s mine, Dewey. You fucked up. But you’re bleeding all over Amy’s kitchen. I guess we should find someone to stitch you up. Is Doc here yet?” My gaze shifts to Axel who stares at Eve almost baffled.
“I don’t know. I’ve been making sure Dewey didn’t get sliced up more from your wildcat.”
I turn to Eve. “For fuck’s sake, put the knife down. I promise you’re safe, and I’m gonna take care of this shit now.” I grab her wrist and twist slightly watching the large knife clank to the floor. I pull her head tight to my chest holding her still.
“I seem to remember warning you what I would do if you ever pulled a knife on me again.” She tries to move. But I squeeze her tight feeling her breasts on my chest.
“I didn’t pull a knife on you—I pulled it on him.” We both glance at a distressed and bleeding Dewey.
“Christ, he’s slow, Eve.” Her eyes grow huge and before she can talk, I add, “He should know better. I agree.”
I glance at Axel, who raises a dark eyebrow at me. “Dewey, I want to see you tomorrow morning.”
“Sure thing, Prez. And I’m sorry. I just wanted a pretty girl.”
I nod. “Go with Axel, and see if Doc is here. He’ll stitch you up.”
“That’s it? I thought you said no one would touch me but you?” she taunts, her eyes shooting blue daggers at me.
“I think you stabbing him in the gut is enough since he didn’t hurt you.” I take her arm and drag her to the front door, ignoring the stunned faces as we all pass by. AC/DC is blasting and it’s not quite dark yet. The large bonfire and the drinking and debauchery have begun. I shake my head at Crystal who starts to come over. She stops but glares at me. What is with the women in my life tonight?
“Can I have everyone’s attention?” I yell over the music and laughter. The crowd turns. Loud shouting and laughing at Dewey continues. I hold up my hand.
“I know I just got back and a lot of you might not have heard, but this”—I drag a squirming Eve in front of me—“is mine!” The music has been turned down, and the loud spitting fire and shuffling feet are all I hear as my guys and the women nod.
“Good, carry on.”
A loud cheer goes up and everyone starts to move forward to meet her.
“What the fuck?” As she leans back against my chest, I wrap my hands around her small waist. I can’t help myself so I bury my nose in her neck.
“Happy? I just made you my queen.” She sucks in some air and her beautiful blue eyes are the size of saucers. Ryder is at our side, his hands making sure nobody gets too close as Eve shoots everyone a frown.
“You okay? I should have been there. I’m sorry.” Ryder looks at me.
“Please.” She rolls her eyes. “I can take care of myself,” she mumbles.
I laugh. “You might change your mind tonight.” She glares up at me.
I spot Doc over by a lemon tree checking Dewey out. He nods at me.
“Let’s go, Angel.” She sighs as if it’s an inconvenience.
My lips twitch. “Such a little badass,” I say, squeezing her hand. “But I’m the only one allowed to play with knives, little girl.” I lace our fingers together, grab a bottle of Jameson, and drag her to our room.
Our room.
Jesus, if my father and brother can see me now, I’m sure they’re rolling over in their graves.
I bang open the door and she goes straight to the bathroom. I hear the shower turn on.
I crack open the bottle of Irish whiskey, light up, and look out at my backyard, which is illuminated with stupid lights that some of the wives thought would look festive. Another bonfire and a bunch of bikers drinking and laughing. I glance over at the pool and sure enough, about fifteen couples are in it. I take a drag and make a mental note to have it cleaned tomorrow.
The shower turns off and I hear the door open. Without turning around, I still sense her anxiety. Christ, maybe Dolly’s right and she is a virgin. Not that it makes a difference. I’m gonna fuck her regardless, but it makes things messy. Last thing I want is to be her first. Truthfully, I like older,
experienced women who have no expectations of me other than getting each other off and leaving. A virgin complicates things. I take another long drag and turn to look at her as I put out my cigarette. She’s standing in one of my T-shirts, her long tan legs glistening as if she put lotion on them.
Her face is rosy from the heat of the shower and she literally glows. Inhaling, I smile as her coconut smell fills my nostrils. She gazes down at her feet, then straight up at me. A charge goes through me as I look into her ocean-blue eyes.
“Come here.”
She swallows and moves forward a couple steps then takes a deep breath. It pushes her breasts out and my eyes can’t help but drop to her nipples. Suddenly, I want this woman more than I’ve ever wanted anything. She stops about an arm’s length away and blinks up at me.
“Closer.”
One more step and I feel her body temperature seep into me. Reaching for her neck and hair, I pull her into my arms. Her soft breath is slightly ragged.
“You scared, Angel?” She shakes her head no.
“No?”
“No,” she whispers.
“You a virgin, baby?” Her eyes are huge as she slowly shakes her head no. I run my nose against her cheek. Breathing her in, I’m so hard my pants hurt.
“Unbutton me.” She blinks, but her eyes remain focused on my mouth. I almost say it again, but she gracefully reaches for the button and pops it open.
“Zipper.”
She bites her bottom lip and I lean my head back so I don’t grab her head and force her to her knees. I can’t remember a time I’ve felt this possessive, almost primal about a girl. It’s like I can barely hold myself back. My zipper slides down and she pushes my jeans down without me telling her to.
Again, she swallows her nervousness, making me want her more. I reach for the bottom of my T-shirt and lift it over her head. Her hair spills over her shoulders and breasts like a waterfall of golden honey.
“I’m going to drink you. Suck you and fuck you.”
She holds her breath as though getting ready to jump into a pool. I kick off my boots then step out of my jeans.
“Exhale, Angel. I’m still gonna fuck you even if you pass out.”
That snaps her into breathing. She squints as if she’s thinking about running. Her eyes roam over my body and I can’t help but chuckle. Dolly may be right. Eve is scared. She may actually be a virgin. But she lied to me so I’m going to treat her like a woman. I pick her up, and her legs wrap around me as I walk us to the bed, both of us falling onto the downy softness. Pinning her hands on top of her head, I bite her puffy bottom lip. As she gasps, I lick and suck that juicy lip and leave it with a pop. My hand cups her full breast; my rough thumb rubs her incredible dusty rose nipple.
“Jesus Christ, I’ve seen a lot of tits but these are by far the best. Look at these fucking nipples.” I groan as I latch on to the other one and suck it hard. A moan comes out of her. And she clutches the comforter as her eyes flutter shut. Her breathing is coming in short hisses.
“Are they sensitive?” I lightly bite one.
“So sensitive.”
I spread my large, tan, tattooed hand across her flat stomach. Her golden skin is creamy and silky. Roughly I rub my hand up and down her breast and on her stomach till she whimpers.
“You’re flawless,” I growl and take her mouth. My tongue seeking hers, I barely let her breathe. The need to almost steal her very breath tempts me.
“Spread your legs, Angel.”
She’s panting, but so am I. I’m not one for denying myself pleasure and this girl gives me pleasure unlike anyone else.
Her head turns into the pillow as she obeys. My blood is pounding and I almost lift her legs wider and sink my leaking cock into her pretty pink pussy. Instead, I pinch her nipples and make my way in between her legs. I stand up and grab her as though she weighs nothing then kneel on my carpet inhaling her pussy.
“Christ, you smell good. Has anyone ever eaten your cunt before?”
Throwing a hand over her eyes, she shakes her head no.
I smile. “That’s a lot of noes out of you. Let’s see if I can’t get some yeses.” I want to gently kiss this fucking pussy. But her little clit is glistening pink and her folds tempt me. I spread them open wider and attack. I eat her like I haven’t had pussy in years. I lick her sweet nub so hard she’s twisting and jerking on my brown comforter, which is getting quite the wet spot already.
“Oh my God… I think…”
“Let me hear it, baby. When I fuck you, eat you, you can be as loud as you want when you come.” I add my middle finger inside her. She lifts her hips to my face as her body starts to quiver. I go up and deep and feel that rough spot that sends her over. Her clit pulses and her pussy clenches my finger like a vise that doesn’t want to let go. When I pump her some more and my finger goes deep, she yells out.
There it is—I feel it. She lied. She is a god damn virgin. I want to be pissed, but instead I’m possessed. Beyond caring, I need my throbbing cock inside her. Even if I go slow, it’s gonna hurt. “Wrap your legs around me, Angel and if you want to scream, I’ll take it.”
Her eyes are heavy and I don’t stop. I ease my thick cock into her slick wetness. Only the tip—I rub her swollen clit with my precum and her wetness and we both groan.
“Shit.” My back and neck are covered with sweat. I have a thick cock. It’s overaverage in size, but the thickness is what takes getting used to. I push in a little farther and she’s so tight and small, I groan with pure pleasure. My balls tighten and I can’t wait.
She’s mine.
All mine.
As I plunge into her, she freezes, tightens, and that barrier is gone. I will never feel anything like it again. It ripped and so did something inside me. I cover her scream with my lips. Kissing her, soothing her as I hold still letting her adjust. I wipe her hair off her forehead with my hand.
“Did you think I wouldn’t know?” I look at her eyes filled with tears, but they don’t spill.
“That really hurt. Hurry up and get done, please.”
I grab her chin. “The first time sucks, and I’m thick, but you’ll adjust. I feel you already taking me.”
Pulling out, I slide slowly into her again, watching her as she bites on her bottom lip.
“I only like your mouth. This burns,” she hisses.
“Kiss me—you’ll love this cock soon enough.” I lift her ass so I can get in as deep as I can. Christ, I want to crawl inside her. I start to thrust still holding back so that I don’t hurt her any more than I already have.
“Jesus Christ, you’re tight and untouched.” I rock inside her. “Do you feel me? I’m inside you. You’re mine, baby,” I groan into her ear.
My body is so alive. Her wet pussy allows me to go deeper and her elevated breathing tells me that the worst is over for her. As she digs her nails into my back, I lean down and suck her neck. Head spinning, I let go, knowing she has to be sore. My release spills out of me like a fucking volcano exploding with ecstasy. The vibrations go all the way to my toes. My body jerks and I collapse still pulsing inside her.
“Fuck.” I roll to my right so she can breathe and I can catch my breath. I throw my arm over her stomach as I try to focus.
Maybe it was because she was so tight and hot from being a virgin, but I have never had such intense sex like that. Needing her, I pull her on top of me. She lays her head on my chest and sighs.
“Let’s get cleaned up,” I whisper as I caress her silky back.
“Hmmm?” Her hand reaches for my neck as she snuggles into me more. And I tighten my arm around her. My body is alive, wanting back inside her. My dick hardens needing her pussy as if it’s a tempting drug. She’s done so I breathe in her scent instead.
“In a minute, K?” Her even breathing and limp body feel so good. Like she was made for me; her body fits mine. I need to get up, so I roll her over, watching as she curls up in the comforter. Grabbing my phone, I make sure there are no urgent message
s. Nothing but drunken hate messages from Crystal. Dolly’s right—I need to deal with her.
I want Eve. Instinctively, I knew it as soon as I entered her father’s shitty trailer two days ago. I plug my phone into my charger on my nightstand, lock our door, turn off the lights, and slide back into my bed next to my warm girl. I pull her back into my arms and close my eyes, sleep easily coming.
EVE
“Eve.” The gruff, husky voice comes from somewhere above me. With a thud, something lands on my legs as I blink awake. There’s a box on my lap. Groggy, I sit up.
“God.” I rub my eyes. “I slept. It must be this bed.” Seriously I’ve slept better in the last two days than I ever have. I reach my hands up to the ceiling and stretch and everything comes roaring back like a giant wave crashing onto me. There’s a good chance my face is beet red. Grabbing the comforter, I pull it to my chest. I smell us and sex.
Groaning, I bite my lip in embarrassment. Images of last night flood me and I want to pull the comforter over my head. But I’m an adult, so I need to look at him.
Jesus, he is literally a Greek god with a giant cock, unfortunately.
And he is staring at me, his frown making my heart thud at what a hot bad boy he is. I need to pull it together. Next thing I know, I’ll be liking him or something. He clenches an unlit cigarette between his full lips.
“I need you to get up and take this immediately. I’m assuming you’re not on birth control?”
I edge away until my back hits the bed frame and look down at the box he threw at me. A morning-after pill, perfect.
I can’t help but laugh. “Feeling guilty? Sorry to disappoint you, but I’m religious and if God wants us to have a baby well… I guess it’s his will.” I smile sweetly at him. His jaw starts to twitch as I cock my head watching the play of emotions on his pretty face. Maybe his teeth will rip the end of his cigarette like a lion attached to its victim. He slowly brings his lighter up and the quick flick fills the silence. It’s impossible to keep from smirking at him. What an arrogant ass. I almost want to say, When you play you pay, but he might strangle me. Why chance it? I don’t know him that well.
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