The Biker's Cherry (Royal Bastards MC: Charleston, WV 8)
He rakes a hand through his dark unruly hair that I ache to run my fingers through. “Don’t be like that.”
“Like what? Hurt? Jealous that it isn’t me laying in your bed? Sorry. I can’t do that. You know how I feel.” I start to reach for him and stop myself. He’s not mine to touch. If I’m being truthful with myself, he never was.
“Why? You want to join us? Want to know what it’s like to date a man like me?”
His words slice across my heart like the jagged edges of shattered glass.
“Fuck you.”
“That’s what you want, isn’t it? Me to take that sweet cherry between your legs and pop it.”
“I hate you.”
“Good.” He drops down to the step above the one I’m on. “You’re a little girl who has no fucking clue who I am or what I’m like. You got a crush and that’s real cute, sweetheart, but a man like me needs a woman in my bed who knows how to take care of my dick. I don’t need to teach some brat how to suck my cock.”
Fire burns in my chest and shoots through my veins along with his words like poison. Heat zooms up my spine. The flames lick their way up my neck and spread like wildfire. I grind my teeth and ball my fists fighting the urge to punch him in the junk. If I could, I’d cut his dick off for the way he’s being. The nasty words spewing from his lying mouth aren’t the guy I know. This isn’t him. I don’t know what happened or if my Uncle Link got to him, but Nav has never been this guy.
All the sweet things he whispered to me in the dark. How gentle he was. The passion that burned between us. I don’t know why he’s playing games with me.
“You can play the big bad biker all you want, but I know you think about me. That you care about me. So you can fuck your strippers or whores. Whoever you want but know I can too. I can march down these stairs and have my pick.”
His jaw ticks. “You want to be used then be my guest. See how far you get when your uncle sees you acting like a cut slut.”
“I’ll take my chances.” I start to take a step when he grabs hold of my arm and jerks me up three steps to the landing where there’s a platform between levels. Backing me into the wall he cages me in. Putting both hands above my head for leverage he leans in close. He smells of sex, liquor, and cigarettes. “Get out of my face.”
“We both know that you’re better than this. Don’t lower yourself to prove a point that doesn’t fuckin’ matter. I don’t want to hurt you, Kimber.”
“You already did,” I snap at him, and his forehead drops to mine. His sweat drips onto my skin, his damp hair rubbing against mine.
“You’re too good for me. You don’t belong here. Not now. Not ever.”
“Why are you being such a prick?”
“You need to go back to school. Go back to your rich little boyfriend. There’s nothing here for you.”
“You’re so full of shit. You want me. I can see it in your eyes. You love me, Nav.”
“You don’t know a damn thing about love, cupcake. This isn’t one of your romance books.”
“Do you think about me when you fuck other people?”
“What?” his voice drops low.
“Tell me. When you’re fucking all these women…do you wish they were me? Because when I kiss other guys, I pretend that they’re you. I think I always will.” I trace his lips, rubbing the pad of my finger over them. “I imagine how hot it’d be when you sink inside me.”
His gaze darkens, and I don’t know if its desire or anger flashing in his pretty ocean eyes.
I’m terrified to make a move or breathe for that matter. I just want him to keep looking at me like he is right now as his tongue glides over his lips getting them good and wet. His breath blows on my mouth and then he kisses me. Pure fire. Raw power. He consumes me, and I don’t care about anything but his lips on mine. For him, I’m ready to burn.
I’d let him have me right here against the wall even though he was just inside someone else. That’s how much I love him.
His teeth tug my bottom lip hard then his lips roll and then he sucks my tongue caressing it with his own. I moan into his mouth and fist his hair with one hand, clawing his back with the other, ready to beg him to do what he knows I want. For him to fuck me. To claim my cherry and take my virginity like only he can. Because it’s his.
I moan into his mouth, and he growls in return.
Before I know it, he pulls away.
I stare at him bewildered but with an ache to be with him surging through me so hot and fast I could explode.
“Don’t come around me anymore.”
“What?”
“That kiss just now. I felt nothing. Now you know. I don’t see you as anything but a girl.”
I shove his chest. “You feel something for me but you’re a coward.”
His arms drop and he takes a step back. I look up to the top of the stairs as Viking walks back down them. On impulse when he reaches the landing I step in his path and grab him by his cut, going up on the tips of my shoes. I press my lips against his hard and unforgiving. I give him all I have, thrusting my tongue in his mouth and he doesn’t disappoint in giving Nav a show. Viking’s hands drop to my ass, and he lifts me up. I wrap my legs around his waist kissing him like he’s the air I need to breathe. I know he doesn’t like me, and I don’t particularly like him either but we’re both hurting and in need of something. Some company.
To be wanted.
To be needed.
He kisses me back hot and primal. Andi’s an idiot to miss out on the love he has to give. Because he can kiss and he’s all man. The kind of man a woman wants to make babies with.