Smokey (Hell's Bastards MC 2)
He added some of her soothing salts and tested the water.
She hadn’t realized he was still dressed. He wore his shirt and his pants were still around his waist. His cock, now flaccid, hung from the opening of his zipper.
He came toward her, stripping off her shirt. He held her hand as she climbed into the bath. Within seconds, he was naked and climbing in behind her.
She rested against his chest, closing her eyes, feeling the heat and warmth of him surround her. “This is nice,” she said.
“It’s been a long day.”
“Do you want to talk about it?” she asked. He didn’t share club stuff with her, but if he needed to talk, she was more than happy to listen.
“Can’t, babe. It’s club stuff. Did Ryan ever say anything to you?” he asked.
“Who’s Ryan?”
“That guy’s bar where you were drinking the first night I met you.”
“Oh, no. I didn’t know him. That night was the first time I’d been there.”
“Right.”
She frowned and tilted her head back. “I don’t like you looking so troubled.”
“It’ll fade.”
She sat up and turned so she could face him. “I know I’m not club, but you can trust me. Whatever we talk about, I won’t say anything.”
Smokey smiled. “You’re so naïve. You don’t have the first clue what my club will do to you. What we can do.”
“I’m not stupid. You think I don’t see you guys carrying? The way you are? I’m not stupid, Smokey.” She tried to stand up, but he caught her waist and settled her against him. “I can be trusted.”
“Can you? Do you know I’ve killed people? That I love hurting people and I consider it a fine art to torture them?”
“I knew you weren’t normal.”
He snorted. “I’m not a lot of things. You should be running from me, Ava. I know everything there is to know about you, and yet, you’re not running. Why is that?”
“I don’t need to run. You don’t scare me, Smokey. Neither does your club. I know life isn’t always easy.”
“You’ve only seen the good in life.”
This made her tense up, and she turned toward him. “What makes you think that? My parents? Their wealth? Maybe it’s because I got married? Just because I’ve known happiness doesn’t mean I don’t know how bad life can be. My parents … they ran several foundations. They didn’t raise a daughter to live in the clouds. They raised a woman who was aware of the world around her.”
“Then why aren’t you running from me? Any sane woman would prefer a man with a nine-to-five job.” He stroked her hair back.
She cupped his face. “I had that guy, remember? He hurt me more than anyone else I know. He took great pleasure in doing it.” She licked her lips. “I don’t want to be hurt ever again. I know that you don’t promise me forever, but you don’t lie to me, Smokey. I … I love you for that.”
He tensed up and pressed a finger against her lips. “No. Don’t fucking say shit like that. I can’t give you love.”
“I’m not asking for you to give me love, but I can’t stop the way I feel for you, Smokey. I love you. I’m in love with you. I won’t … I don’t expect anything from you. I know you don’t do love and this is only temporary, but I do love you.” She pressed a kiss to his lips.
He gripped the back of her neck and pulled her in close. “You’re too good for me.” He took possession of her mouth, and she kissed him back, not holding anything in. Letting him know with her kiss and touch that she meant every single word she said.
Smokey moved her so she straddled his waist. Within a matter of seconds, his cock was rock-hard as he pressed against her pussy.
“Again?” she asked.
“You don’t like it?”
“I have no complaints.”
“Good.”
He moved her over him and positioned his cock at her entrance. She cried out his name as he began to fill her.
Smokey wasn’t completely erect, but with how he moved inside her, he was so close to it.
“I want you to look at me. No one else, only at me.”
She stared into his eyes as he grabbed her hips, and together, they thrust against each other, working the other into a fever pitch of arousal and pleasure. Smokey got her to lean back so he could play with her tits. He stroked her clit, bringing her to another orgasm.
She loved the way he touched her. He had the power to give her pleasure or pain. Each touch and stroke set her on fire, making her desperate for more.
“Come for me, babe. Let me hear you come. I want it all.”
She went over the peak. The orgasm was so incredible, she didn’t want it to stop, and she rode the wave of pleasure until she had nothing more to give.