Rough Ride (Men of Valor MC)

“You live in one of these schwanky places?” Claire remarked with delight.

“Schwanky? Yes, Ms. Baxter, you should know, I’m as schwanky as they come.”

“I should have known with those suits!”

“What about my suits?”

“They make you look like you bleed money!” I killed the engine and laughed. “Wait, this whole place is yours? This is where you live?”

“This is my house, yes. Calm down, Claire, you’re scaring the neighbors.”

Claire had slid off the bike and held both hands on the top of her head as if here mind were totally blown.

“Do you have like a secret life, Miller?”

I smiled at her and raised an eyebrow.

“What, they don’t have houses in Cleveland, Ohio?”

“No way, buster, this is a mansion, a compound—wait, is this the biker clubhouse you’re always going on about?”

I grabbed her by the hand and let her up the stairs to my home. She was hilarious, and cute, and her butt jiggled enticingly as she walked up the stairs.

“Claire, sometimes lawyers have big houses. I didn’t realize this was news to you. And no, this is not the clubhouse, although it can be our clubhouse if you want it to be. That we can discuss later. As for the other clubhouse, you will never, ever, ever be going there.” I stuck my key in the lock and swung the heavy front door open. I disarmed the alarm and the motion sensors while the lights, the music and the gas fireplace all simultaneously went on.

“Holy crap,” Claire said as she spun around in a circle. I felt like I should maybe be embarrassed by her awe, but instead it only endeared her more to me.

“Mi casa es su casa.” I bowed and let her walk past me into the kitchen. “Wine or does the lady prefer something stronger?”

“Do you have champagne?”

“I have everything.”

“Pets?”

“Only you.”

“Cute. Mr. Miller with the big fancy house, and the big fancy bike and the big—d. Oh my God, do you feel like you’re in a movie when you’re living here?”

I couldn’t stand the intensity of the feelings I had for her. I wanted to kiss her into silence, fuck her into bliss and oblivion. I wanted to marry her, impregnate her, swear my undying love and commitment. All completely inappropriate for a first date.

She spun into my arms and I captured her mouth in a kiss. I’d kissed Claire all day, I could not get enough.

“Skip the champagne and take me to your bed, Miller.”

“As the lady wishes.” I scooped her up in my arms and carried her cave-man style up the grand staircase.

“Is your bed heart shaped?”

“Are you drunk, Claire? I do have taste.”

“Sober as a judge.”

“Well, there are exceptions to that rule.”

The lights came on when we stepped into my bedroom. I’d decorated it carefully so that I could have my very own sanctuary. A place to shut out the world and look inside myself. There were plants, a bearskin rug, a fireplace and library. Dark blues, purples and greys ruled the palette and all the furniture was dark heavy wood.

“I feel like I’m in a castle,” Claire whispered in my ear. I deposited her on my king-sized bed and pulled her shoes off.

“I think I have to give you a breathalyzer, dear.”

“I want your dick in my mouth.”

My blood surged and warmth flooded my body. Claire rose to her knees and started undoing my pants. I ran my fingers through her dark waves and felt my cock pulse under the fumbling of her hands. When it finally sprang free, with a little bit of help from me, my dick loomed above her, thick and pulsating and just as big as the rest of me.

“Holy shit,” Claire whispered. She crossed herself again, which made me throw my head back and laugh. “Malcolm!” Her hand reached around and slapped my ass playfully.

“It’s okay. Let’s just take it slow.”

“No!” she said, shaking her head. “But I haven’t been with anyone in a really long time. I’m on the pill.” She looked up at me and smiled, a tiny hint of fear in her eyes.

I pulled her sweater over her head and she undid her pants. My cock strained painfully as I stroked her nipples through her black lace bra. She licked her lips as precum slipped from the head of my penis. I rubbed it into the shaft, making it glisten. Her lips shined with saliva and I could tell she wanted to taste me. I rubbed the velvet length of my cock on her cheek until she turned and took the head in her sweet mouth. I had to brace my legs to keep from spilling my load on her tongue. Claire’s mouth felt like heaven and she sucked and bobbed like she loved what she was doing.

My fingers found their way from the soft flesh of her belly to the down between her legs. As my fingertips brushes across her sex, my hand came away wet with her desire for me. I raised that hand to my mouth and tasted my fingers while Claire watched, my dick still pumping in and out of her mouth.