Commando (Rogue Rebels MC 1)

I pleaded, my heart close to the surface and my lips sharing more than I meant to say.

All that was supposed to exist between us was sex. Nothing more. Nothing less.

This time though, I wanted the physical connection to be more than that. I needed him emotionally, I was finally ready to admit it out loud.

He let out a harsh breath and looking into his eyes was like watching walls drop. It was like looking into my own soul and I knew I had been so stupid I running away from him before.

“You have no idea how bad I want to love you,” he said.

He reached down between us and took his cock. He positioned it so that his cap was lined with my center. I let my weight settle on him and gravity took care of the rest.

“Ohhh,” I moaned as I slid down on him.

How could I have thought that I could live without this? Without him?

He conquered every part of me as we became joined as intimately as two people could be joined. Every nerve ending in my body became stimulated and burned for him. I was stuffed to bursting with him and it was the most delicious pain.

“Damn, you’re tight,” he groaned.

I bounced on him, my motions growing increasingly fast and hard in no time. He aided me with his hands on my ass and his hips meeting mine halfway. He leaned down to capture my nipple in his mouth.

One hand snaked between us and stroked my clit.

Breathy cries and pleading filled the air to mix with the slap, slap, slap rapid, wet sound of our lust.

“Fuck I’m going to come,” I whispered.

I was still coming when he stood. In the next moment, my back was on the desk and he drilled into my still spasming core.

His jerky, erratic movements signaled his imminent release and in the next second he pulled out of me. With a few strong tugs of his hand, he spurted his release onto my stomach.

He lifted me off the desk a few minutes later and sat me back in his lap. Sweaty and exhausted, I lingered in his arms.

He kissed my forehead and I allowed my heart to hope that maybe there could be more between us.

Then my brain reminded me that when he found out my secret, he would likely want nothing to do with me.

I would have to tell him soon though and deal with the consequences of my dangerous choice.

Still, I stayed in his arms, having no other place I would rather be in that moment.

Chapter Fourteen: Hailey

The next day I received another phone call from my father.

He was panicked and I barely understood what he was saying but when I did, I felt my face lose color and my heart began to beat with dismay.

Joe was missing… And he was wanted by the police for questioning in connection to drug case that was currently under investigation.

What. The. Fuck.

I had just arrived on the college campus when I got the call. I had been sitting in my car, prepared to walk Noah across to daycare and head to biology lab where I would see Wyatt.

I had been on cloud nine too. Wyatt and I had separated on a high note yesterday and even though I knew the news I would reveal to him would be hard to swallow, I had convinced myself I was blowing the fallout out of proportion in my head while I laid in bed last night.

I knew he had feelings for me. It was there in his touch. In the way he looked at me. In the way he said my name.

How deep those feelings were I didn’t know yet, but I had hope that we could bury the mistakes of the past and build better, happier future.