Taken By The Biker (Royal Bastards MC: Charleston, WV 6)
Brushing his lips along my spine he takes his time, making me wait for him to move. And if he doesn’t fuck me soon, I’m going to combust. I push back against him, rooting him to the hilt. He groans and I moan.
“Fuck,” he growls the word out and slides out a little only to thrust back in deeper than I thought possible. One hand on my hip and the other wrapped around my throat he fucks me. A million emotions swirl in my head and swell in my heart to the point I want to cry or possibly die from the sensory overload. There’s never been anything more right. We were born to love one another of that, I’m sure. All I want is to stay like this forever. To be owned and consumed by him. For this man to never let me go.
I hold strong and love him back harder and fiercer than ever. My body is his instrument, and he plays and plucks every string with perfect precision. Our bodies move together like the greatest symphony ever played. My walls tighten and my toes curl.
He slaps my ass and bites my shoulder, losing grip on his control. Heat pools in my midsection. Sweat drips down my back and between my breasts. His cross hits my skin, dragging up and down my spine, driving me crazy. I breathe in and out, panting his name like a prayer as the world slips away, and I get completely lost in the orgasm that takes hold of me. Eyes rolling back in my head I’m so dazed. White orbs flash behind my eyelids. The way he moves inside me undoes me and all the fear I’ve been holding onto disintegrates. Holy lets down my hair and gives it a yank like he’s about to use it to climb up my ivory tower.
His teeth and fingers claim and mark my skin.
He pounds into me deeper, harder, and rougher with every new stroke.
His warmth coats my inner thighs as he pulls out being gentle, treating me like fine China after handling me so forceful.
“Probably should have asked this before. You on birth control?”
“Yup. Except its back in Nashville.”
“Right,” he mutters. “I bet Lily can help.”
“No.”
“Babe, she runs a clinic shelter type thing for abused women.”
“Good for her. I’ll be fine. If you want me to stick around you’re going to have to let me go back to my apartment for my clothes, and I can double up on my pill if I have to but if you take me today there’s no problem.”
“You want me to drive you back today.”
“Would make sense. I’m going to need my car. I can’t just abandon my life. I came here and did what you wanted. I met Lily. You said once we got here, I could do what I want.”
“You’re standing here with my cum leaking out of you thinking I’m just going to what drop you back at your place like nothing happened?”
“Never said that. I have loose ends.”
“Like that fucker you hit with the lamp?”
“Ugh. What? No.” I shake my head. “I need to talk to my boss. Check on Crystal. Give Jackson his keys back. I can’t simply disappear.”
“You’ve done it before.”
“I’ll come back. I don’t want to lose you a second time either.” I move from the couch and punch him in the chest. “Fuck you for thinking I’d just sleep with you and run. What happened to I’d patch to the other club for you? Hmm. Was that a ploy to get me to let my guard down?”
“Maybe,” he admits without shame.
“You’re unbelievable. No shame in your game, huh?”
“So I hear.”
“Asshole. I’m going back today. Either you can drive me, or I can find another ride.”
“I’ll drive you, but first I gotta drop by the clubhouse and let Prez know.”
“Works for me.”
“Good, because if you haven’t figured it out yet, this is a done deal as far as I’m concerned. Get cleaned up.”
Chapter Nineteen
Hazel and I roll up to the clubhouse in my cage. She thinks she’s smart, but if she wants her shit, she can pile it in her car, and I’ll rent a trailer to pull it back to West Virginia. “You coming in or waiting out here?”