by Drew Elyse
“Have you taken any real vacation time since you started there?” I asked to keep her talking. Listening was easy enough, but leading a conversation myself while also watching for a tail that shouldn’t be there was a strain.
We passed a Harley on a crossroad, its ride not wearing his cut, although I knew it was one of the Disciples, exactly where I was told he’d be.
“Not exactly. We close for the holidays, so I take that time off. I’ve traveled to different conventions and stuff with work over the years, and we usually take a couple days if it’s somewhere interesting. The last one we did was down in California, so Sketch brought Ash and the girls. They went to Disneyland. I took some time in Long Beach,” she explained.
“I bet that was fun for him.” I could only imagine the heavily tattooed biker wandering around a place like that.
“He probably hated it, but Emmy was beside herself. He’d do anything to make his girl happy, and happy took on a new meaning for that little princess when she finally met all her idols.”
Her fondness for the little girl was apparent in her words. “Do you want kids?”
She didn’t reply right away. Maybe it was too soon to ask that. I wasn’t necessarily asking if she wanted them with me.
Yes, you are, asshole.
“I’ve never given it much thought. I mean, I’ve definitely thought about parts of having a kid, like what names I might pick or what kind of costumes I’d put them in for Halloween when they’re little. Just random things like that. I love Sketch’s girls. Ember has a little girl who I adore. I love all the Disciples’ kids, really. I’ve just never considered it much beyond that. I wouldn’t say I don’t want kids, though.” Maybe she hadn’t been making plans, but there was a yearning in her words I wasn’t sure she even noticed. “What about you?”
“I could see myself having kids, yeah.”
I didn’t add that right about then, I could see a damn good image of that with her. That freaked even me out, I didn’t need to share it.
We passed another designated spot, another Disciple waiting where we’d agreed.
“Kind of feeling like the President,” Jess commented.
“What?”
I looked over to see her roll her eyes. “Stone following us. Gauge and Daz at least that we’ve passed. How much security do I have exactly just to go to your place?”
Damn, she was good. “You’re observant.”
“It’s easy to notice people you know well,” she replied. “Nice try on the deflection, but I actually want an answer.”
“I’ve got big plans for that sassy mouth.”
“Not going to work, hot stuff.”
Yeah, I didn’t have high hopes. “Two more. Sketch is already by my place, Ham was going to circle by Park’s once we were gone.”
“You think that much is necessary?” A hint of anxiety rose up in the words, and I fucking hated it.
“To keep you safe? Not at all. I can do that myself. If anyone even tried to come at you, I’d take them down first,” I promised.
“Then why all of this?” she pressed.
“We need to identify him. Even though we’ve kept our eyes open, we haven’t found him. There’s a chance that if he has been watching, you coming with me will draw him out. If that happens, we want to capitalize on that.”
“So you’re actually working with the club?”
“Yes.” I wouldn’t lie to her. If anything, I hoped her knowing that would help ease her mind.
“And what happens if you find him? I can’t imagine they have the same plans as you do, officer.”
Her calling me that shot right to my cock. Forcing myself to ignore the graphic images it brought to mind, I replied, “It’s not like that. We’re just sharing information, not hunting him down together.”
“Alright,” she said, not convinced at all.
Glancing over, still seeing the brace on her wrist, remembering the shape she’d been in even days later when I got to see her for the first time, I wasn’t sure I was anymore, either.
Chapter Twenty
Jess
Braden pulled into the drive at a bungalow house in an older neighborhood. It wasn’t old as in rundown, just established, quiet. The houses were all a bit dated, not some of the new construction happening in other parts of town, but they were also cared for, including the one we were now at.
“This is yours?” It was probably a stupid question since we were very obviously in the driveway. However, the anticipation that had built for nearly two days now was reaching a pinnacle that made me less than stellar at small talk.
“Just renting it,” he explained. “The couple that owned it decided to retire to Newport Beach. For now, they’re renting this instead of selling. I think it’s a safety net thing in case California life doesn’t fit as well as they thought.”
“Hm.”
Yes, that was my verbose reply. It was all I had. My body was completely focused on the fact that inside that house I’d finally get more of Braden. In response, my brain had just gone on hiatus.
“Are you going to come in?” he teased.
Oh, yeah, I was going to come.
No, come in.
I seriously hoped it was about to be both.
“Mhm.”
He was already out and rounding to my side by the time I responded. After grabbing my bag from the back seat, he opened my door and offered his hand again. I wouldn’t admit that my ankle was still feeling a little less than ideal since the heels thing, to do so would only hurt my ability to stand my ground in the future, but it was nice having him not just hold my hand, but help act as a support if I wobbled at all. At least his place was a ranch style. Hopefully if there was a basement, we’d have no need to go down there.
Inside, it was…
“Kind of dull.” I winced. It wasn’t unlike me to shout out whatever I was thinking, but that sounded harsh.
He laughed. “I haven’t had a chance to do much with it. Not that I’m sure anything I’d take the time to do would be interesting by your taste.”
That was true, I found most people’s houses kind of boring. It also made me feel a rush of warmth to know he’d noticed and remembered how I had my apartment decorated. In all the rush of that night, it would have been easy for him to not even look. The fact that he did, meant he’d probably made a point to.
“Maybe you can help me liven it up,” he added.
I didn’t miss the implication. He wouldn’t want someplace he’d be living in to be a reminder of some woman that didn’t mean something, and more than that, he might want me to help so that I felt at home there.
“I’m sure I can do something with this.”
Tugging on my good arm, he spun me toward him, cupped my cheek with his free hand, and kissed me. It was gentle, but I didn’t want that. I pressed into him, taking it deeper. I ran my tongue teasingly along the seam of his lips, and a groan rumbled from his chest.
He leaned back just enough to say, “Don’t push me, goddess. I need to feed you first.”
“Later,” I whispered, wrapping a hand around his neck to pull him back.
He let his lips brush mine and spoke right there, “Jess, you have to stop now, or…”
Determined to get what I wanted, I nipped at his lower lip. He released a growl, and then his lips took mine. He shoved his tongue between them, and I melted. He didn’t hold me steady. No, he did better. Without breaking his mouth from mine, he reached down to wrap his hands around my thighs and hoisted me up to wrap my legs around his hips.
We were moving, hopefully to the bedroom, though I’d have taken the couch or any surface big enough. Hell, the floor would work if it had to. What was a little carpet burn?
Braden broke his mouth from mine again, and I let him, running my lips across his jaw and down to the corded muscles of his neck. They flexed deliciously as he dropped his head back and groaned.
“I fucking knew these would be thigh highs,” he said, his fingers digging int
o the lace edge of them. I wanted to feel him hold me just like that as he thrust into me. “They aren’t coming off. Not until later.”
I didn’t say anything, just indicated I heard him by biting down where his neck met his shoulder. He cursed, but it was a sound of satisfaction, one that sent a buzz through my body in response.
Suddenly, I was tipping backward, losing the warmth of Braden’s body as he lowered me onto his bed. The skirt of my dress settled up around my waist, exposing the thigh highs he’d been thrilled by and the matching black thong I had on. Another woman might have closed her legs without her man between them, I didn’t. I didn’t want him thinking for even a second that he should move away rather than filling that space again.
“Fuck,” he bit, eyes glued between my legs. He leaned in, running his hands up the insides of my thighs until his fingertips skimmed the edge of my panties. Only then did he look up at me, taking his time on the journey over my body. “You really are a goddess.”
If he wanted to think so, I certainly wasn’t going to shatter that image. Who wouldn’t want the man that turned her into mush just standing there looking hot, hard, and hungry to see her that way?
No one, that’s who.
“Does that mean you’re at my command?”
Then it was there again, that smile that was animalistic, eyes that were simply feral. He’d looked at me the same way when he’d come pounding on my apartment door that day. I remembered only too well what kind of wild look that foreshadowed. And I wanted all of it.
“Not a chance. I’ll worship you, but you’ll get that how I want to give it.”
A shiver went down my spine, turning into a burning heat in my core. I wanted to say something back, to try and gain some power here, but I wanted so much more for him to do exactly that.
“Now,” he went on. “As sexy as you are in that little dress, it needs to go.”
He wasted no time doing just that, pulling it up and off while I moved to help. I bit my lip as he tossed it aside, knowing this would be the big hurdle. While the tattoos on my arms hid the slight discoloration that lingered from the bruising there, the ones on my torso were less dense. There, the bruises could still be seen, one of the more glaring reminders of what happened to me besides the wrist brace.
He paid them no mind. With the dress gone, my breasts were bare. He leaned over me, dropping a few wet, languorous kisses to my mouth before working his way down my neck to them. His hands were there first, cupping them. His palms brushed over my hard nipples, making me moan. I could actually feel his responding smile against my collarbone.
With his finger and thumb, he plucked at one nipple, teasing it before latching onto the small hoop pierced through it. He tugged ever so gently and my back arched at the bolt of pleasure that went through me.
“I fucking love these,” he said against my skin. He pulled at the one in my other nipple, and I moaned. “I never knew how sexy they would be until I saw yours.”
“You should try it, they—” I gasped as he moved down to latch onto one tip with his mouth, sucking and flicking the metal with his tongue. When I had some control, I went on, “They feel really good.”
He didn’t stop his wicked treatment of my nipple to answer, but I wouldn’t have wanted him to. He just hummed in acknowledgment of my words that traveled up the ring, lighting up every nerve ending. When he switched to the other, inflicting the same incredible torture on it, my hands came up to hold him to me. I didn’t want it to stop again, not even for a second.
When he did try to move, I clutched on tighter. With care, he nudged away my hurt arm enough to look up at me. “I have other places I need my mouth to be.”
Instantly, my arms dropped away. Much to his amusement.
He crawled down my body, his hands already gripping the sides of my thong and pulling it down. I raised my hips to help, loving the accidental friction against his chest enough to repeat the move.
“So needy,” he praised.
“Yes.”
He lowered down, placing a kiss between my hip bones. “I’ll take care of you.”
And he did. In one move, he was back, my legs were up, and the panties were gone. He ripped off his shirt but didn’t give me a chance to appreciate the view because in the next second, my knees were on his shoulders as he bent down and took a long lick.
“Oh my God,” I moaned. I couldn’t stop myself from thrusting my hips up, begging for more.
He didn’t tease. Burying his head between my thighs, he ate me like the first meal he’d had in weeks. Unrelenting, raw, greedy. I was rocketing toward orgasm in no time, and the moans his skilled tongue worked from me only seemed to spur him on.
“Please.” My heels dug into his hard back, all of me wanting more of him.
Without relenting, he thrust two fingers deep and I shattered around them. He kept at me with his tongue through each wave, drawing it out until my clit was so sensitive that I was jerking away.
He kissed the insides of my thighs as he pulled back, letting them fall open onto the bed.
“Move up the bed, baby,” he ordered.
“Mmmm,” I hummed in reply, still in the afterglow.
“Goddess,” he warned.
I peeked open my eyes to see him pulling off his shoes. When he went for his belt, I decided I’d much rather watch the show. Turning onto my side for a better view, I watched the toned muscles of his chest and arms, liberally embellished with ink I’d need to take time to study closer—with my eyes and tongue—later, as he undid the belt and his jeans.
His cock sprang free, and it wasn’t like I hadn’t just come. All that need came flooding back in. I finally did as he’d said, scooting up the bed until my head was on the pillows. There, I laid back, spreading my legs again, my point clear.
He stroked his cock a few times, fixing my eyes there. The girth of him was what really drew me in. I could remember exactly how it felt to take him, and I wanted it again.
“Braden,” I called, wanting him to come to me.
With intense eyes pinned to me, he came around the side of the bed. He yanked open the drawer of the nightstand. As he ripped the condom packet open, I shimmied across the bed, wrapping a hand around his cock.
“Fuck,” he groaned, his head falling back for a moment.
“I want this.”
He pushed my hand off as he rolled the condom down, then crawled over me as he rolled me onto my back again. His lips took mine, his tongue delving right in, and then he sank his cock into me without preamble.
Chapter Twenty-One
Braden
She was the sweetest fucking thing I’d ever felt.
I’d felt it the first night; I knew it for certain right then.
Nothing could feel better than Jess’s tight, soaked pussy wrapped around my cock. Sometime soon, we’d have the conversation about getting that fucking condom out of the way. When that happened, I couldn’t even imagine.
I might fucking die just from the feeling.
I stayed buried deep, just feeling her squeeze around me as I fucked her sweet lips with my tongue. Her lipstick was a different color, not as bright as the red from our date. Soon, I’d have her with that, I’d see that color smeared everywhere. I’d see it leave her mark on my cock.
She moaned around my tongue as I pulled back and thrust in again. I wanted to tease, wanted her to be at the edge of sanity before I took her, but two thrusts and I was too far gone. I couldn’t hold back. Some other time, I’d keep her there until she begged me to fuck her.
Pulling back from her sweet lips, I looked down at my inked goddess. All mine as she lay there taking my cock.
All mine for a lot longer than that if I had my way.
I kept my weight up on my arms, careful of her ribs as I moved in and out. Each time, her pussy held me tight like she didn’t want me to leave, then her face would melt in bliss when I drove back in.
Her hands went down my chest, the light trail of her fingertips driving me mad
, before she used them to grab on at my hips. If she thought there was even a chance I was going anywhere, she was crazy.
I’d stay right there fucking her forever if it was possible.
“Braden,” she moaned, and hearing my name—my real name—while I took her scored through me.
“That’s right, goddess. Say it again.”
“Braden.”
I shifted my hips, rubbing harder against her clit with each movement.
“Again,” I ordered.
She did it, and I rewarded her by lining up right at her G-spot, rubbing the head of my cock against it hard.
And Jess, my girl, she kept saying it, chanting it like a prayer while I gave her everything I had. She moaned it while I pushed us higher. She gasped it when I shoved an arm under her hips to pull her up tighter to me. She cried it out so loud the neighbors had to hear as I pushed her over the edge.
She tightened around me to the point I could barely move, pulsing and milking the orgasm from me until I came right along with her.
And after, when I carefully fell to the bed beside her and pulled her in close so I could bury my face in her neck and breathe in the scent of her perfume and sex, she said it once more on a sigh, like she felt every bit of the soul-deep contentment I did right then.
“Braden.”
“You know, when you invited me over for dinner, this wasn’t what I was expecting.”
Jess was seated on the kitchen counter, bare legs dangling over the edge. She’d commandeered one of my t-shirts that hung loose on her, draping over her tits. Through the white fabric, her nipples and the silver hoops through them could just be seen. It was a good view, not quite up to par with what I’d had in my bed the last few hours though.
In her good hand was a bowl of cereal that she’d indicated with her spoon when she spoke.
