Falling for the President’s Daughter: Satan’s Fury MC

by Wilder, L.

  I could feel a storm of emotion brewing inside me, and even though I’d tried to keep it reined in, I just couldn’t do it anymore. I took a step back, breaking our embrace and said, “I think we need to—”

  “What? Take a break? Get some air?” Lauren’s lust-filled eyes were trained on mine as she said, “I don’t need any air, Flynn. I’m good right where I am. The question is, are you? ’Cause if you don’t want this, you need to let me know.”

  “Are you being serious right now?

  “I mean it, Flynn. I need you to tell me.”

  “I want this, Lauren. Hell, I’ve wanted you for as long as I can remember.” I slipped my arms around her waist, securing her in place. “Not having you has nearly eaten me alive. You here like this ... so close, kissing and touching you, is only making me want you more.”

  Without hesitation, she wrapped her arms, soft and smooth, around my neck. I covered her mouth with mine, and in that moment, it felt like my entire world was centered right there in her arms. I wanted to be gentle, to savor every moment we had, but I struggled to control the all-consuming need building inside me. Everything about Lauren enthralled my senses—the scent of her hair, the feel of her heart beating against her chest, the taste of her skin. I was completely lost in her. “I’ve wanted you too, Flynn. For as long as I can remember.”

  “I didn’t know.”

  “I know, but it doesn’t matter. Not anymore.”

  She pulled me closer and pressed her lips against mine, and the kiss instantly became heated, intensifying my need for her. I held her body close to me as I took several steps forward until Lauren’s back was pressed against the wall. My lips left her mouth and slowly traveled down her long, slender neck. Lauren moaned with pleasure as her fingers raked through my hair and along the back of my neck. As her hips rocked against me, my cock grew harder and struggled against the zipper of my jeans.

  “I’ve imagined having you like this so many times,” I whispered as her fingertips clawed at the back of my shirt, lifting it over my head. “You’ve thought about it too, haven’t you?”

  “Um-hmm. More than you could possibly know,” she muttered in a daze.

  “You’ve been all I could think about since you got back.” A deep moan vibrated through her chest as I reached down between her legs and firmly pressed against the fabric of her jeans. "I’ve wanted to touch you...to kiss you, and so much more.”

  “Flynn,” she whimpered as the warmth of her breath swept across my neck. My hands slid down to her ass, lifting her off the floor as I ground my throbbing erection against her. Her legs instinctively made their way around my waist, and the heat of her body set me on fire. An overwhelming need to extinguish the burn had me fighting to contain my craving for her. I’d never felt like this before. I’d never wanted someone so much. Lauren was more than I ever imagined, and it was impossible to resist her. When she lifted her arms, I eased her shirt over her head, exposing her perfect, round breasts. So damn beautiful. I never dreamed she’d get to me like she did, but with every touch, every little whimper, I could feel myself coming undone.

  With her legs still wrapped around my waist, I carried her into the bedroom and to the edge of the mattress. She lowered her feet to the floor and slowly reached behind her back to release the clasp of her pink lace bra. I watched transfixed as she slipped its straps from her shoulders, letting them slide ever-so-softly down her body. She didn’t shy away from me when I watched her breasts fall free from the lace fabric, taunting me, begging for my mouth. She was absolutely stunning, but I wanted to see more of her—all of her.

  Her lust-filled eyes met mine as her fingers trailed along her perfect hips and slowly lowered her jeans and panties, inch by inch, down her long legs. Lauren’s eyes never left mine as she teased me. She gently kicked them to the side and faced me, waiting to see my reaction. I was pleased that she wasn’t intimidated by my intense stare, letting my eyes slowly roam over every inch of her. Instead, she seemed to relish the fact that her body was affecting me to such a degree. Her head cocked to the side, and her eyes drifted to the tent in my jeans. With her hands now on her hips, a mischievous smile swept across her face as she spoke in a breathy tone, “It’s not nice to keep a woman waiting, Flynn.”

  “I’ll try to keep that in mind.”

  It took the last of my self-restraint to delay her gratification, especially with her standing there looking so fucking tempting, but I took my time. I reveled in watching her reaction as I slowly undressed. The desire reflected in her gaze mirrored mine. It blazed across my bare skin, trailing over the ripples and valleys of my chest. Her eyes widened expectantly as I gradually lowered my zipper and eased my jeans down my hips. A small gasp slipped through her lips when she noticed my hard cock beneath my boxers. Suppressing a smirk, I slid them off and kicked them aside with my jeans.

  She stood motionless; her lips parted in anticipation as she watched me reach for my cock. I took it in my hand and squeezed, relieving some of the throbbing pressure. It pulsed against my palm as I slowly stroked the long, hard shaft, groaning out a curse. Lauren’s tongue slipped out to wet her lips as her eyes focused on the motion of my hand. I just knew she was wet for me, wanting to feel my cock inside her.

  I stepped closer and put my free hand on her ass, pulling her body against mine and whispered, “You ready for me?” I didn’t wait for her reply but slid my hand between her legs instead, and when my fingers brushed against her entrance, I found my answer. “So fucking wet.”

  I gently pressed my lips against hers as I lowered her down on the bed. The warmth of her naked body enveloped me, and I wondered how much more I could take before I was inside her. She was just too fucking tempting. My resolve was being tested at every fucking turn. Her breasts heaved beneath me, her breath quickened as her arousal intensified, and her eyes closed as she tilted her head back, inviting me to continue. Fuck. I wanted to take my time with her, but seeing her body respond to my touch was driving me crazy. I continued to lick and suck along the lines of her neck and shoulder, slowly trailing down to her breasts while her whimpers and groans urged me on. She shivered as I skimmed my teeth over one of her nipples and drew it deep into my mouth while her hips bucked against me the more I teased her.

  “Even better than I imagined,” I growled, kissing my way down her taut stomach. My hands slid under her ass, pulling her closer to my mouth. I dipped my head down, and she arched her back as I pressed the flat of my tongue against her clit. Her fingers dove into my hair, guiding me as her knees opened wider. I sucked and nipped at her tender flesh, bringing her close to the edge, but always pulling away before she could orgasm.

  The taste of her against my tongue was intoxicating. Slipping two fingers deep inside, I began to tease her with my hand. Her hips rocked against me, grinding hard against my fingers while she tried to get the friction she needed to find her release. I wanted to be inside her when she broke, hear her come as she tightened around my cock, so I pulled back, making her wait for it. She groaned in frustration as I found her g-spot, curling my fingers as I teased her.

  Lauren was writhing beneath me, tortured by her overwhelming need to find release. I couldn’t take it anymore. I had to be inside her. I lifted up from between her legs, opened up the drawer of my night table, and reached inside for a condom. A small smile of relief washed over her face while she watched me rip open the packet and roll it on.

  “Hurry.” She panted and wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me closer to her entrance. I looked down at her, captivated by the passion in her eyes.

  I brushed my cock against her center and demanded, “Tell me you want this.”

  “Mmm-hmm,” she murmured.

  “I need the words, Lauren.”

  Her eyes locked on mine, and I knew her answer before she even said it. “I want this, Flynn. I want you,” she whispered, her voice low and raspy. She wound her arms around my neck, and I felt her quiver beneath me as I thrust deep inside her. Her hands pushed a
gainst my chest, letting me know she needed time to adjust. After a few seconds, her hips began to roll against mine, urging me inside. Not wanting to hurt her, I carefully started to move, keeping a slow, steady rhythm.

  Lauren’s head reared back as she shouted, “Oh God, Flynn!”

  I began to thrust deeper, and the sounds of her whimpers and moans echoed through the room, weakening my restraint. I’d intended to go slow, but she was so tight, so ready that I couldn’t hold back any longer. Her nails dug into my lower back as her hips bucked against mine, meeting my every move with more force, more intensity. I could feel the pressure building as her walls constricted around my cock.

  “Fuck,” I groaned. She panted wildly and clawed at my back while I drove into her at a punishing pace. I knew she was close to climax, unable to stop the inevitable torment of her building orgasm. The muscles in her body grew taut; then she stilled as her release took over. I powered into her, the sound of skin against skin echoing throughout the room. My hands reached under and lifted her ass off of the bed, and I continued thrusting relentlessly until finally coming inside her.

  Lauren’s body fell limp under me. I remained still, deeply seated inside her, not ready for it to end. After a few minutes, I lifted up just enough to toss the condom in the trash basket by my bed, then rested my head on her chest and listened to her rapid heartbeat gradually begin to steady. Lauren’s breathing slowed to the point where I thought she had actually fallen asleep. I looked up at her and was surprised to see a lazy smile on her face. I settled myself beside her, and she wiggled her way into the crook of my arm to lay her head down on my chest.

  The delicate features of her face were relaxed as she placed the palm of her hand against my chest and gently traced the lines of my tattoo with her soft fingertips. Her voice was low and raspy as she muttered, “Why did we wait so long to do this?”

  “Damn good question.” I leaned over and kissed her on the temple. “But there is a bright side.”

  “Oh, really? What’s that?”

  “Now we get to make up for all that lost time.”

  “That should be fun.” She looked up at me with a warm smile. “You know, all that stuff you said earlier ... about wanting me for so long. I’ve always felt the same way about you. I just never knew how to tell you.”

  “I know now. That’s all that matters.”

  “Yeah, but there’s still one thing we need to consider.”

  “Okay, what’s that?”

  She looked up at me with concern in her eyes. “Dad and the brothers.”

  “I’ll handle it.”

  “But—”

  “I’ll handle it, Lauren. Trust me.”

  I was concerned about facing her father and the rest of his brothers, but I made it this far with Lauren. There was no way in hell I’d stop now—not even if it meant putting my life on the line.

  Chapter 6

  Lauren

  I left Flynn’s place in a blissful haze. I couldn’t remember when I’d felt so genuinely happy, and I owed that all to Flynn. I’d always told myself I was going to hold out for someone special—someone who’d want to know my favorite color or how I liked my coffee. I wanted someone who knew how to cut loose and have a good time but would hold me tight whenever times were tough. I wanted a man who wouldn’t be afraid to show me affection in public, who’d loved me for who I was, and would never intentionally hurt me. I wasn’t naïve. I knew that was asking a lot. I always figured it would be impossible to find a man who could be all those things, but I was wrong. It wasn’t only possible, but it had been right there in front of me for years.

  I was feeling like I could conquer the world as I got out of my car and tiptoed up the porch. Sadly, that elated feeling quickly faded the second I heard a man’s voice rumble through the darkness. “Not like you to be sneaking in here so late.”

  “Quinton!” His road name was Q, but I’d always hated it and called him by his full name. He didn’t like it, but seeing that I was the president’s daughter, he let me get away with it. “You scared the hell out of me.”

  “Maybe that’s your guilty conscience talking to ya.”

  “I have nothing to feel guilty about, Quinton.”

  “You sure about that?”

  “What exactly would I have to feel guilty about?”

  He shrugged. “Hard to say. I’m not the one who’s sneaking into the house in the middle of the night.”

  “Oh, give me a break. I wasn’t trying to sneak in. I was just being quiet so I wouldn’t wake anyone up.” Tired and ready to get some sleep, I was in no mood to argue with him, especially over something so trivial. “What are you doing sitting out here in the dark anyway?”

  “Waiting on you?”

  “Why?”

  “Just got back from a run with Catch and Tank.” Catch was Charlie’s road name—a name Hadley had actually given him when he was younger. She teased him because he tended to have little motivation about things and often lagged behind. Hadley was convinced he’d never “catch up” with the brothers or kids his age in school. Thankfully, she was wrong about her older brother. Charlie had not only managed to catch up, but while prospecting, he’d risen to every challenge brought on by the club and earned himself a Satan’s Fury patch. Quinton remained seated as he told me, “I noticed your car wasn’t here. Got worried, so I thought I’d stick around until you made it back.”

  “You didn’t have to do that.”

  “Yeah, I know.” His face was void of expression. “I just wanted to be sure you were okay.”

  “Well, I’m home safe and sound.”

  Quinton had never hidden the fact that he was interested in me. In fact, he’d even gone to Dad to discuss the matter, but unfortunately for Quinton, the feeling wasn’t exactly mutual. I’d always thought a lot of him. He wasn’t only super sweet, but he was the perfect mix of handsome and gruff. It would’ve made my life easier with Dad and the guys, but I simply never felt a spark or even the slightest flicker of connection with him. Even though I’d made it clear to both him and the brothers that I wasn’t interested, Quinton wasn’t ready to give up. His voice was low and borderline angry as he said, “I heard things have been heating up between you and your little neighbor friend.”

  “Yeah, we’ve been talking.”

  “Um-hmm. That where you been all night?”

  “Quinton...”

  “I’ll take that as a yes.” He stood and walked over to me. “When you get tired of playing with your little boy next door and are ready for a real man, you know where to find me.”

  Without waiting for a response, he marched down the steps and got on his bike. I was stunned. He’d never been so brash with me, and I didn’t know if I should be angry or impressed that he’d had the balls to do it. I stood there and watched as he whipped out of the drive and sped down the road. As soon as he’d left, I thought of a hundred things I wanted to say to him, but since my chance had come and gone, I went inside and crept up to my room. After I changed my clothes, I crawled into bed, and it wasn’t long before my mind drifted to Flynn.

  It was crazy how one night had changed everything between us. I’d always cared a great deal for him, but now, my feelings were quickly growing into something more. If tonight was any indication, I’d say Flynn was feeling the same way. That alone put a smile on my face as I curled up in bed and drifted off to sleep.

  While I was a bit tired the next morning, I made it to school and actually managed to survive my parent-teacher conferences. It was late when I got back home and I was exhausted, so I was pleased to find Mom had left me some dinner in the fridge. I’d just put it in the microwave when Dad walked into the kitchen. “How’d it go?”

  “No one cussed me out or told me I was the worst teacher ever, so I’d say it went pretty well.”

  “You’re a great teacher, Lauren. I’m sure they’re all more than happy with you.”

  “I certainly hope so.” I glanced over my shoulder and asked, “Did you get a c
hance to go see the apartment?”

  “I did.”

  “And?”

  “It wasn’t too bad.” He took a step back and leaned against the counter. “Needs a little work. Could use a fresh coat of paint and a couple of upgrades.”

  “What kinds of upgrades?”

  “Some new locks and—”

  “No cameras,” I interrupted. “They have a perfectly fine security system at the complex. I don’t need Big going in there and turning the place into Fort Knox.”

  “I was going to say a new ceiling fan, but a few cameras wouldn’t hurt.”

  “Dad,” I fussed.

  “Okay, no cameras, but I don’t want you signing any lease until he gets the place fixed up.”

  “Fair enough.” I took my plate of spaghetti out of the microwave. “I really appreciate you going to check it out for me.”

  “Glad to do it.”

  “Mom and the kids in bed already?”

  “Not just yet.” He gave me one of his looks. “She’s helping Susana with some paper that’s due tomorrow. Apparently, she’s known about it for weeks and hasn’t said anything.”

  “I’d like to say I’m surprised, but ...”

  “Yeah, this whole procrastinating thing is becoming a bit of a habit with her.”

  “I went through the same thing.” I gave him a light pat on the shoulder as I smiled and said, “As I recall, a little push from you went a long way.”

  “I’ll talk to her.” Dad glanced up at the clock, then asked, “You home for the night?”