by Hope Ford
I grab on to her hands behind me and pull them around me, pressing them into my chest. “Hold on.”
She grips on to me and I take off down the road. When I pull into her house, I walk her in, checking everything inside and making sure it’s secure. “I’ll be right back. I want to check outside. Lock the door after me.”
She nods her head and I walk outside, checking the perimeter to make sure it’s clear. After I know everything is safe, I walk back to her cabin and knock on the door. She opens it and when she sees I’m about to argue with her for opening the door without asking who it was, she holds her hand up. “I knew it was you.”
I take off my vest and throw it across the back of a chair. Pulling off my shirt, I let it drop and then I start walking toward her.
Her eyes are big and she puts her hand on my chest, stopping me from coming any closer. “What about Lola?”
7
Ronan
I’ve never had such a raw and primal drive to fuck, to claim a female as I have for Bree. It’s so strong I can barely think correctly. I went outside to check things out, but also to try and get control of these urges burning through my body. I want her. I want to claim her, but I don’t want to scare her.
I shake my head, remembering the question she asked me. “Lola is not my ol’ lady. She’s just a club slut.”
She puts her hand up on mine as I begin to unbutton my pants. “Will I just be another club slut too?”
The thought of the guys passing Bree around makes me feel like I could tear them apart limb from limb. They’re my brothers, but no one gets to touch Bree but me.
“No. Did you hear what I said in church?” I ask her.
She tilts her head to the side, exposing her sweet neck to me. “Yeah, I heard you, but I don’t know what it all means.”
I ignore her hand and continue unbuttoning my pants before pulling them down my legs and tossing them across the room. “It means you’re mine. I claimed you before God, my dad, my club, and everybody.”
She looks down at my hard cock between us. It’s big, engorged with the blood flowing through it. I want to fist it, stroke it once or twice, just to get some kind of relief, but her next words stop me.
She licks her lips before bringing her gaze back to mine. “What if I don’t want to be claimed?”
A growl escapes me and it’s feral, loud, and piercing, bouncing off the empty walls of the room. The need to pick her up and set her down on my hard cock is hard to resist. I want her, but she has to want me too.
I look at her then. Really look at her. Her breaths are tiny and rapid. I reach my hand out for hers, grabbing on to it. I bring it up between us and run my thumb along her pulse. It’s fast, quick, and I know her body is telling me everything she doesn’t want me to know. She wants me. She wants to be claimed.
I walk toward her and with every step I take, she takes a step backward. When I’m tired of playing this game, I reach for her, stopping her.
With my hand around her neck, I pull her to me, wanting her to feel my warm breath on the shell of her ear. “Do you not want me?”
She whimpers and it’s then I know I’ve won.
I turn her around and lead her, my hands still gripping her neck, toward her bedroom.
She doesn’t resist me. I stop when we’re next to the bed. And we stand there like that for I don’t know how long. Our breaths in and out match, my chest to her back, my hand on her neck.
I want to push her over and drive into her honey heat, but I know she deserves more than some quick fuck. Plus, I don’t think that will be enough. I want to touch every part of her body… with my mouth, my tongue and my hand. I want to rub across every curve she has until she’s not sure where I end and she begins. I want us as one.
I walk around her until we’re facing each other. I let my hand slide down her shoulder and brush across the crest of her large breasts. She inhales deeply, almost like she’s pushing herself into my hand. I run my knuckles across her hard peaks and another whimper leaves her mouth.
I smile possessively at her, loving what I can do to her body. She bites her lip, and her big brown eyes look up at me, waiting.
Reaching for the hem of her shirt, I pull it up and she raises her arms to let me take it off her. Her creamy white bra barely holds her in, her breasts swollen and heaving against my touch.
I unclasp her bra and slowly pull it down her arms. I’m giving her time to adjust to me, to push me away, to stop me. I’m not sure which, but I’m praying she wants this as much as I do.
Her skin is soft and I run my fingers across her collarbone, pushing her hair back. Small goosebumps raise across her skin and I lean down to nip at her shoulder. She moans and I take advantage of it by covering her mouth with mine.
As soon as our lips touch, a fire ensues. My blood is racing through my veins and it’s like I’m drowning but it’s the sweetest death I could ever know. I want her and I’m going to have her. I turn her head, giving me better access, letting me deepen the kiss.
The raging inferno inside me multiplies. I want her… badly. Almost too much. I press my hard cock against her belly, sliding my hands down her back, pulling her against me. I knead the ass of her jean shorts before unbuttoning them and pulling them down along with her panties in one fast swoop. I want to see her… all of her.
I step back from her and look down at her large, heaving breasts, the swell of her stomach, and her wide thighs.
Dropping to my knees before her, I grip her thighs harshly. My fingers dig into her but I can’t stop it. I can’t release my hold on her. I pull her to me until my face is at the apex of her thighs, and I breathe her in. Her sweet, musky scent fills my nostrils and cum leaks from the tip of my cock.
One way or another I have to have her. I’m drooling for her taste.
“Spread ‘em,” I tell her roughly.
She doesn’t ask any questions or hesitate; she spreads her legs open and I can see the messy juices of her arousal on the short hairs of her pussy. I don’t hold back then, I can’t.
I put my mouth on her mound… and taste her.
8
Bree
I should stop him. I should tell him I don’t want to be “claimed.” But one touch of his hand on me has me thinking otherwise.
His mouth suctions to me and my head falls back. I don’t know what he’s doing to me but I hope he never stops. The swipe of his tongue from the back to the very front of me has me kicking my legs open even wider, wanting everything he is willing to give. I grip his hair in my hand and when his tongue strokes across my swollen bundle of nerves, my body flexes and I pull on his head, holding him to me, praying he doesn’t stop.
I look down at him and his face shows intense pleasure. When our eyes meet, he sucks my clit into his mouth, pushing me over the edge. My face scrunches up and the climax hits me hard. I ride his face, pushing him, begging him for more.
He licks me clean, my juices coating his chin, and he pulls away from me and lifts me up before laying me back on the bed. He climbs up and mounts me, his hard cock stroking across my swollen, wet folds.
“I want you, Bree. I want to be inside you.” His voice is thick, filled with emotion.
Looking up at him, I know I should tell him no. I know it’s too intense, I know the only thing that will come from this is heartache. But the tiny vibrations of my orgasm between my legs are still rocking through me. I have no coherent thought except I have to have him.
“Yes,” I moan to him.
He reaches for his jeans on the floor and pulls out a condom. He pulls it on quickly and I can’t help but think that at least one of us is thinking clearly.
He lines himself up at my core, and I plant my feet on the bed, letting my legs fall open with him between them. My body is tight, knowing that it’s going to hurt, but I don’t want to stop it.
He fists his cock, stroking it through my lips before I feel him stretch my opening around his wide, wide girth.
“Breathe, b
aby,” he whispers, his eyes on me.
When our eyes meet, I let out the breath I’ve been holding and smile shakily at him.
He pushes in, inch by inch, until he comes to the little piece of skin that separates us. Instantly, I feel his cock swell inside me. His hands tighten on my hips. With a strained expression, he asks me, “Bree? Why didn’t you tell me?”
I can’t even shrug my shoulders because my whole body is drawn tight. So I jut my chin at him. “I didn’t want you to stop.”
He stares at me for a second as if he’s in awe, then tells me, “There’s nothing that will ever stop me from having you.”
He takes a deep breath and I watch as his large, muscled chest rises and falls again. His hand slides between us and strokes my already sensitive clit. He circles it, putting pressure on it. His face is strained and I know it’s killing him. I move my hips, just tiny little thrusts, but he pulls back.
“Don’t stop, Ronan. Please don’t stop.”
He plunges into me then, burying himself inside me. The pain is immense, almost like my body’s being ripped in two. I scream then, because it’s just too damn much.
Leaning over, he wraps his arms around me, picking me up and setting me on his lap as we’re still joined. His kisses are light across my face and my neck and he keeps whispering my name soothingly.
A lone tear escapes and rolls down my cheek, but he catches it with his tongue. “Don’t cry, baby. It won’t hurt anymore.”
I run my hands across his shoulders and his muscles are drawn tight. I pull back from him and ask, “Can I move now?”
He brushes the hair away from my face. “You can do anything you want to do.”
I lift my hips slowly, and then settle again.
His grunt and the tightening of his face presses me on. I do it again, not stopping, up and down until my thrusts become uncontrollable.
He grips my hips with his hands, bouncing me up and down on his lap. I throw my head back as his mouth covers my breast and he pulls my nipple into his mouth.
“Yes,” I moan as my body starts to contract.
He wraps his hand around the base of my neck. “Look at me,” he demands.
I open my eyes and look at him and the emotion wells up and topples over. I’m screaming his name over and over as my body uncontrollably jerks and trembles over him.
He groans and I can feel his massive cock twitching inside of me. He doesn’t stop, though, not until I’ve come down and am lying breathless and limp in his lap. With my head on his shoulder, our chests pressed against each other, we sit here, trying to catch our breath.
“Bree,” he says, stroking his hand down the back of my head.
“Huh?” I say, my eyes still closed. I swear I could pass out right now; he definitely took it out of me.
“Baby, I need to get up,” he says.
My eyes pop open and I raise myself off of him. “Yeah, sorry.” I crawl off the edge of the bed and walk quickly to the bathroom.
I take care of business, take a deep breath and walk back into the bedroom. He’s already dressed in his jeans and putting his boots on. I walk quickly over to the bed and dive under the covers to hide my nakedness.
He’s leaving. I rub my hands across my face. I’m so stupid. I know right now in this instant, I’m going to get my heart broke. There’s no doubt about it.
He gets up from the bed. “Go to sleep. I’ll be right back.”
I sit up, holding the sheet around me. “You’re coming back?”
I try not to let him see the hope in my eyes. He smiles at me. “Yeah. I just want to check outside.”
As he walks away, my mind drifts off to the Eaters. The way everyone is acting, I know I’m in a bad position to be pitted against them. They’re dangerous, I know, but I can’t help but wonder how dangerous.
I draw the blanket up over my body and only moments go by before Ronan is back. He takes off his boots and pants and I know there’s no way my body could handle it, but I already want him again.
He slides into the bed. I’m far on my side, not sure how this works. But I shouldn’t have worried because he’s pulling me to him, wrapping his arms and legs around me until I feel him pressed against every part of me.
I release a sigh and he must think I’m worried about the Eaters, because he promises me, “They’ll never touch you again.”
I burrow deeper into him, resting my head on his chest. Even though I’m scared of the Eaters, I couldn’t be happier that I moved to Eden.
9
Ronan
I woke Bree up early this morning because I had to be back at the clubhouse. I would have loved nothing more than to bury myself in her once more, but I know she needs time. I can already feel her trying to withdraw from me. She’s been stilted and quiet. She wanted to stay behind, but I couldn’t leave her. Not until I handle this thing with the Eaters and I know she’s safe.
One thing I’ve learned is she’s definitely not a morning person. I had to ply her with a cup of coffee to get her going. But even now, she’s not saying much. She can try all she wants, but I’m not going anywhere. Not without her anyway.
As soon as we get in the door of the clubhouse, Klaus stops us. “Deator wants to see you.”
Even the way he says our dad’s name, I can hear the indifference in his voice. Our family will never be the same but eventually one of them, Dad or Klaus, are going to have to give in.
I nod my head at him and kiss Bree on the forehead before going in to see my dad. I know exactly what he wants and I’m not surprised when he starts jumping onto me for the “scene” I caused yesterday and going against him.
“Dad, I can’t not protect her. If you don’t want the club in on it, then stop them. But I’m in. I’m 100 percent in.”
“Fuck,” he says to me. I know he understands what I’m saying, but he doesn’t like it. I’m surprised he didn’t lay into me last night after the meeting. But he probably knew better. He knows that no one goes against Mom and I’m pretty sure she’s on my side with this one. I’ve never felt this way before. I’ve never gone against my father. I’ve always backed him and his ideas one hundred percent of the time. He can’t handle it and he obviously doesn’t like it.
His voice is deep and intimidating. “You’re putting our club in jeopardy.”
I just shake my head. “As long as there are Eaters, we are in jeopardy.”
He stares at me and I’m waiting for the argument, but it never comes. Instead he walks around his desk and sits down. I wait, but he just points at the door. I guess I’m excused.
Walking out of the office, I’m pissed off and frustrated. And it only gets worse. Bree is sitting at the bar and Sayer has her caged in with his arms on each side of her. My bear lurches, wanting out. He wants to protect her too.
I stalk up behind Sayer, my body a live wire and my muscles flexing. “Am I interrupting something?” I barely recognize my voice. I’m hoping I didn’t read this wrong. I didn’t think Bree was the type to go from one man to another. Wait, what the fuck? She was a virgin. I know she’s not.
I look over Sayer’s shoulder and Bree is looking at me straight in the eye. I can see how uncomfortable she is when she says, “No, actually, I was just telling Sayer that I wasn’t interested.”
Enough said. I jerk Sayer back and he stumbles. Before he gets upright, I pull him up and against me. Barely hanging on, barely containing my bear, I tell him, “You dumb fuck. Were you not in church last night? I claimed her. She’s mine. That means you don’t touch her. You’re lucky I let you breathe the same air as her, you mindless fuck.”
He stares back at me and I’m waiting on an apology and “I’ll never do it again.” But instead he smirks at me. The fucker smirks. I rear back and punch him, knocking his ass out and he goes flying across the room. The other men in the room are staring at us, but no one moves. No one goes to check on him, which is good, because at this point I might knock their asses out too.
My body is heaving an
d I can’t control it. The urge to destroy something is building inside me. I look at Bree and the image of Sayer’s hands on her makes me desperate to remove the feel of his touch from her memory. I take her in my arms roughly, picking her up, and her legs wrap around my hips. I don’t care that half the damn crew is here, or my dad is in the next room. She puts her hands on each side of my face and, as if she knows exactly what I need, what I’m feeling, she kisses me. I thrust my cock against her crotch, seeking her heat.
I break the kiss just long enough growl a single word: “Mine.”
I walk her to the back room and release a primal snarl when I find it occupied with some of the guys playing pool. As soon as they hear it, they drop their sticks and leave quickly.
10
Bree
He just punched out his friend and ran off the innocent guys playing pool. He has me sitting on the edge of the pool table, and he’s standing between my legs. His ownership of me is apparent. He says I’m his.
I should run. I should run and never look back. One look at him and I know he can break my heart in an instant. He pushes me backwards, but I resist.
“I’m not fucking around, Bree. I need to be inside you and I need it now.”
His rough voice is quiet and I can tell he’s barely hanging on right now. But I can’t give in, not this easily.
I need to scare him off. I may not know much about men, but I know his type. He may want me, but he definitely doesn’t want me to stake my claim on him. I smile at him and when I do, he starts to take calming breaths. He leans down and nuzzles his face into my neck. The feel of his stubble against my skin gives me goosebumps.
“Bree, are you too sore? Because that’s the only reason I’m stopping right now.”
“No,” I tell him.
He pulls back then and lifts my chin so I have to look at him.
