Scout: Tempest Elite MC

by Reagan Phillips

  "Then, I'm safe for another day." She glances up. "At least that much I know."

  I pull her in closer until her legs are between my lower thighs. Fuck, I could take this woman. I could pull her down to my bed and have her any way I wanted her right now. I have that right here in the clubhouse, and I'm almost positive once I started, she wouldn't ask me to stop.

  I could fuck the innocence right out of her. I could claim her. I could harden her up so she wasn’t so easily wounded. Once I did, it wouldn't matter what the Devils planned. India would be one of us. A force not to be taken lightly.

  My gaze pulses between her eyes. She's studying me, hard like she's trying to read what I'm thinking as if the erection pressing into her knee doesn't give away my intentions.

  "What do you want, India? Who do you want to be?"

  She glances down at my lap. She has noticed, and that fact only makes my erection stiffer. Her gaze travels up my body, stopping on my chest, my shoulders, my arms, then it stops at my mouth. Her eyes flutter, and I'm sure she's about to tell me she wants to be mine. I can read the desire for my ownership in her eyes.

  "I want…" she pauses, her gaze lifting from my lips to my eyes and into my soul. Fuck, I have to have this woman. "I want to go home, Scout."

  “Christ, India."My head drops and I ground out a curse. “You know that can’t happen." I let her hands go, and she backs out from between my legs.

  India turns her back to me, and my skin goes cold at her absence. She hugs her arms around herself and grabs her shoulders. "I'm tired, Scout. I think I want to be alone."

  I want to give her what she wants. I want to see her happy. I'm willing to do what it takes to set India free again, even if every fiber of my being begs for her to stay. But the one thing I can't do is put her in harm's way.

  Cobra is out for revenge. He wants me to pay for walking out on the Devils. And with India now in my care, he knows the perfect way to make me suffer.

  Chapter 4

  India

  It's dark outside Scout's bedroom window when I wake again. My body is stiff, and the covers are still tight around me. I slept hard.

  I needed it.

  I’m not sure what time it is and stumble while walking to the bathroom in the dark. I’m still wearing my borrowed outfit and fighting to keep the tank’s straps on my shoulders. Scout was right about me not belonging here and I feel foolish thinking a change of clothing could change that for me.

  My dress says everything anyone needs to know about me. It’s knee length with the button up collar and it’s loose enough to hide any body definition I have. It’s everything Scout said about me and when I slide it on it’s like slipping back into my own skin.

  Outside the bedroom door, the hallway is empty, but the noise from outside is loud enough. I'm surprised it didn't wake me. There is music and shouting and laughter. Maybe the threat is over. Maybe this is how motorcycle clubs work. I don’t know and it’s another reason for me to feel separated and alone.

  I step back into the room and pull the shade back on the window. It's a different car I find outside, but it's in the same spot. Two men stand just inside the closed gate, both smoking, while a third stands in the little guardhouse at the hotel entrance.

  "India."

  I turn in the direction of my name. Scout is standing in the open doorway with a plate of food, and a somber expression on his face.

  "What is it, Scout? Has there been any news?"

  "No." He leans on the doorframe, staring for a few seconds longer before he uses his foot to shut the bedroom door and leaves the plate on the dresser. "Same as it was before. Did you have a good nap?"

  "I didn't mean to sleep that long."

  "You needed it."

  He's to kind. Too attentive. I know this isn't the way Scout is typically. I'm sure if I were one of the sweet butts from downstairs, he wouldn't care how I slept or if I'm comfortable. Something climbs up to my throat from my core. It’s jealousy and I hate that I feel it. But I do. I want Scout. Even if he is all wrong for me. Maybe even more because of how wrong for me he really is. "We both know what I need."

  Scout's eyes darken and something dangerous and wicked flashes in them. My heart flutters fast enough to make me catch my breath. My body is aching for something I’ve never had. A desire I can’t name, but I know can only be quenched by the man who wants nothing to do with me.

  Scout leans against the dresser. His chest is so wide and well defined I can make out the outline of his muscle from under the fabric. The way his forearms flex when he props one arm on the dresser has my mouth so dry, I have to fight to keep from choking.

  He turns those brown eyes on me again and I want to tell him he has me pegged all wrong, but I can’t make the words come. His lips begin to part and my attention flies to his mouth.

  "We both know why that isn't a good idea, India.” He straightens up and for a second, I’m afraid he’s going to leave me alone. I won’t last. Not locked up like a caged animal. “Gunner said you haven’t eaten since this morning. I brought you food."

  Every part of me says to say thank you and let him go, but I can’t. "I know you think you are protecting me."

  "Christ," he breathes out like a heated whisper. It's the first time I've seen him almost lose his restraint, and it's as scary as it is thrilling. "Fuck, India. If you want to walk out that door and test fate, I'm not going to stop you. But you have to understand you're making a choice between them and us, and once you do that, Tempest Elite won't come to save you."

  I bristle at the sternness in his voice, and when he crosses his arms over his chest, I back away. He's a powder keg ready to blow, and I'm giving him every reason to do just that. I may even want him to.

  I reach out for his forearm and my fingers land on thick, coiled muscle. "I'm being ungrateful. I'm sorry."

  Scout's gaze shifts from me to my fingers on his arm. "You're not ungrateful." He takes my hand in his and pulls me over until I'm standing toe to toe with him, my bare feet next to his black biker boots. "You want your freedom. And you'll have it once we give the Devils something they want. But for now." He runs a finger along my hairline and tucks a loose strand behind my ear. "For now, you have to trust me. Do you think you can do that?"

  I rise up to my tiptoes. I want to look directly into Scout's eyes when I say this, and I want him to see I mean every word of it. "I do trust you. Of all the men in my life, right now, I trust you the most."

  "You don't know very many men, then, do you?" He grins, and my heart eases to see his face soften.

  "How would you know?"

  "Because"—he takes my hand and pulls me off balance, so I have no choice but to fall into him—"when I walked inside this clubhouse with you last night, it was like seeing the place again for the first time." He clears his throat and blinks hard. "It's the same right now, India. I've had women. Plenty of them. But I've never kept my distance from one the way I have with you, and it's fucking killing me."

  Scout takes my wrist and wraps my arm around his waist, so my hand is resting on his ass. Then he does the other, and I’m locked to him. He's hoping I will shy away, so he has an excuse to tell himself I'm off-limits. He wants me to be the one in control.

  I'm in charge here, and it's killing him. That thought sends a thrill through me that ends in my core. This rough and ready biker who could snap my neck as quickly as he could have me naked is afraid of me.

  The power is addictive. As soon as I realize I possess it, I want more. "Scout, I'm not going anywhere. If you want to keep your distance, you're going to have to be the one to walk away."

  His eyes grow dark again and they narrow on me in a way that has my core pulling tight. "Do you realize what you're saying?"

  "Uh-huh," I nod, fluttering my lashes.

  "Then you know what you're asking of me."

  "I do." I throw my head back and smile in triumph. I've found my strength. I can make

  this man do just about anything right now, and the
only thing I really want is for him to make the aching to go away.

  I want him to fuck me the way he's done with the women downstairs. I want the full treatment. Every coarse touch, and dirty slur, every sweaty, lusty thrust from him inside me.

  "I'm asking you to make me whole. Make love to me."

  Scout

  I've held off from India as long as I can. Fuck, I've tried to leave her alone. To keep her pure. She has a life to go back to when she leaves here, and I don't want her to take any regrets along for the ride.

  "Scout," she says with her fingers under my shirt, stroking my abs. "Don't make me beg."

  Her hand moves up my chest, and I suck in a breath to keep myself from cursing her name. I came upstairs to bring her food and make a promise. I'll find a way to get her home. I didn't come here to take advantage.

  When India tips her face up to meet mine, I lose what's left of my control. She’s begging to be touched and dangling that in front of a desperate man is dangerous. I take her face in my hand and slide it down until I’m cupping her neck. Then, slowly without losing eye contact, I raise her up to meet my thirsty lips. I’m gentle at first until she moans my name against my mouth, and the throbbing that sound causes in my cock makes me blind.

  Her mouth is hot, and her tongue is needy when she presses it against my mouth and explores inside. She may be a virgin, but she's mastered the art of kissing a man stupid. When she presses herself against me, I can't hold back. I slide my hands under her perfectly round ass, lifting her so her legs straddle my middle, and drive her back into the wall.

  She is suspended in air, her mouth locked to mine, the warmth of her pussy heating my cock until I know I will die if it doesn't make it inside her.

  "Last chance," I pull my mouth away from hers long enough for one more warning. "Are you sure this is what you want, India?"

  Her eyes are dreamy when they open. Her face already coated in a thin glossy sheen and her cheeks flush. "Like I've never wanted anything before, Scout," she whispers. "I want to feel you inside me."

  It’s all I need to know. I lay her on the bed and take her all in. This woman...this innocent angel is trusting me, and I don't take that responsibility lightly. I want to mark her as mine. Body, heart, and soul. She may leave here in a day or a week, but this night, with me, will be the measure of every man to ever enter her life.

  I crawl up her body like a predator surveying my prey with a hunger I know I’ll never be able to fully satiate. Her pulse throbs at the base of her neck, and I can't resist running my tongue along the vein as India rolls her head to the side to grant me access.

  I could spend the rest of the day milking her neck for more of those sweet, hungry sounds, but India squirms under me. She's restless for my touch, and if I am going to be her first, I’m not going to leave an inch of her untouched.

  Her knees are pressed together because she has no idea how this all works. I pull up her dress and hook my fingers along the side of her panties, pulling them down slowly as I go. Once free from her knees, then feet, I throw them to the side and run my palms along her bare thighs until her legs fall open, and she bites her lower lip.

  "Do you want me to stop?" I ask, needing to hear from her one more time that this is what she wants. Her gaze falls to my chest, the bulge at my crotch, then back up to me.

  "It hurts," she whispers. "I want you to make it stop."

  "Oh, Honey. I can make it all stop. I'm going to fuck you until that ache goes away, and then I'm going to keep fucking you until the only thing you feel is pleasure and release."

  "Do it." she arches her back, and her eyelids flutter closed.

  I smile down at her, unable to hide my grin at the sight of this woman, this perfect pure angel in my bed. I spread her legs and get the first look at what I'll be working with all night if things go my way.

  I remind myself she’s new to this as I slide one finger along her slit. I expect her to shy away, but India rises up to her elbows, pushing herself into my hand. She shivers as one finger parts her lips. Her tongue darts out and runs along the outline of her mouth, and I’m tempted to stick a finger from my other hand between her begging lips.

  She trusts me, and that thought makes me as hard as a motherfucking rock. That trust means everything. It’s as much her salvation as it is my demise.

  She's wet as I expected, her pussy full of unspoiled honey and cream, and I need to taste her. I'm on my knees, dipping my face into her mound until the tip of my tongue finds the sweetest spot between her legs, and she undulates her hips and takes me in deeper.

  She loves this, by the way she pushes herself harder into my mouth while the sounds from her throat grow more broken and desperate.

  Her hands find my hair, and she pulls, which only makes me suck harder. I'm lapping at her juices, tasting her release on the horizon when I add a finger to my assault.

  She's near exploding into my mouth. I feel the orgasm shake her thighs and roll up through her core like a crashing wave.

  She skinks her nails into my scalp and tosses her head back with a moan that is more animal than human, then her sweet release spills onto my tongue, before she lets herself go and falls limp to my bed.

  It's only the first of many releases I hope to give her in the coming hours. This was only the warmup to get her body ready for the work to come. But the soft, satiated look on her face is everything I will ever need.

  I want to move slowly, enjoy her. Savor every delectable second. I’d be happy if I only pleased her tonight. But India isn’t having it. As soon as she finds her strength again, she is tugging on my clothes and begging for more.

  I stand to lift my shirt and pull my pants off. My cock bounces free from my boxers, and I don't miss India's eyes widen at my girth. I'm a big guy. All of me, big and hard, and India isn't the first to be shocked by the size of my cock. I expect her to be timid, but again she surprises me. Instead of closing her legs or scooting away, she takes me in hand and begins to pump.

  Her fingers engulf my length, and she slides them up to my tip and back down my shaft all the way to my balls. I suck in a breath through my clenched teeth at the sensation. She gives me another jerk, and I’m dripping precum onto the back of her hand.

  India glances up and licks her lips. I know what she's thinking, and I know what she wants, but I won't last that long. I need to be inside her.

  I plan to take her many times tonight. Some slow. Some hard. Some while taking her to the brink, then teasing her until she squeals my name and begs me to give her release. But for now, I need to be inside her more than I need to breathe.

  I need to make India mine.

  Chapter 5

  India

  Scout’s body hovers over mine. His thin spread of chest hair tickles my bare nipples and makes the invisible string from my breasts to my core pull tight.

  I want him inside me so badly, I’m clawing at him to pull him closer. I don’t know who I am anymore, the way I’m begging to have him, but I like this new girl.

  Scout holds his cock over my opening while he rubs the head along the seam of my clit. He is teasing me and my core tightens in response.

  "Do it," I whisper, my voice hoarse with anticipation. “Please, Scout.”

  Following my plea he presses inside and I see stars. The fit is tight, and pressure builds until my insides stretch and make room for all of him. I breathe deeply, pushing past the pain and the burn. "Fuck!" I moan on my next breath.

  "Oh, baby." Scout leans over me. He kisses my neck and whispers in my ear. "It only hurts at first." Then he thrusts in deeper, and the fullness turns to something more like scratching an itch I never knew I had.

  Scout hovers over me while his chest moves up and down as he drills in deeper, pumping more pressure into my core until I'm sure I will split in two or explode.

  "That's it," Scout mouths between breaths. "Just let go."

  I do as he says, closing my eyes again and letting him take complete control until a warmth spreads
between my legs and a gush follows. The building pressure explodes, and if heaven could be described as a feeling, this would be it.

  Scout lets out a guttural groan that makes my core tingle before he drives into me one more time, and he falls to his forearms, his chest just above mine. His eyes are closed, his face tight but calm. He's breathing hard, and even without our bodies touching, I feel the beat of his heart before he rolls to his side and pulls me into his chest.

  I know sex is about pleasure, and power, and primal urges. But sex with Scout is a show of trust for me.

  I settle myself into the concave of his chest, knowing at this moment, I couldn't be more cared for.

  A yawn pushes up from my chest, and as hard as I fight it, it still comes. Scout pulls me in closer before releasing me enough to look into my eyes.

  "You need to sleep."

  "No," I ball myself up against him. "Not yet. I want to spend more time with you."

  "I'm not going anywhere, India." He rakes his fingers over the crown of my head, making my eyes droopy and my resolve weak.

  "Tonight isn't over." His chest shakes in a chuckle. "After watching you come...I’m not going to be able to keep my hands off you."

  Scout wraps his arms around my back and pushes me into him so tightly I hardly have room to breathe, but I don't care if I never take a full breath again. I don't need air as long as I have this perfect feeling to hold onto.

  My body aches. It's a good kind of pain, though, born from use and fulfillment rather than hard labor and drudgery. I stretch my arms and legs out as long as they each will go, and my core contracts. I'm most sore there, but the discomfort serves as a reminder of last night, and the three times Scout woke me. The first was with his mouth on my breast. The second, the soft rubbing of his palm down my inner thigh. The third...well, by the third time he woke me, he'd given up on the sweetness, and I opened my eyes to him hovering over me, his erection already begging for entry.