Natalia (Hades Riders MC Book 3)

by Belle Winters

  His lip hooked up in the corner in a barely there smirk. “No doll. We did on thanksgiving, but I don’t think either of us really remembers much of that. The night of Lucifer’s wedding you passed out and I just crashed behind you. Last night, you were just fucking wasted. I didn’t even try; I just washed you up and tucked you in.”

  My mouth opened in an O shape and no words came out. “Well…”

  “Well?” his smirk turning into a grin.

  “What are you doing?” I said on a groan. He was totally fucking my brain right now and I didn’t know if I was even awake anymore.

  He tugged on me pulling me into his lap. “I’m not doing anything sugar.”

  I leaned back against his chest and just let him hold me. “Bull…?” I asked hesitantly.

  “Yea?”

  “Can you… can you make love to me. Just once, I want to; you know... actually have sex. I don’t count what happened to me back home and I don’t really remember that night. I just, don’t have any good experiences.” I confessed.

  I felt his cock jerk underneath me and he shifted me, so I was facing him. “You want me to make love to you?” he asked searching my eyes.

  I nodded. “Yes.”

  And nothing else was said. His mouth claimed mine with so much possession and need I could practically drown in it. He stood, and I immediately wrapped my legs and arms around him like a monkey. He didn’t break the kiss as he made his way from the kitchen to his bedroom, keeping my body crushed against his. When he got into the room, he kneeled on the bed and slowly lowered us down to the bed.

  When he released my lips, he didn’t keep them off me. He trailed kisses to my cheek then down across my chin and neck. He licked, sucked, and bit me as he took his time to the collar of the t-shirt I had on. His hands snaked underneath the bottom of the shirt and caressed my stomach and sides. He moved back enough to take the shirt off me. He stared down at me for a while taking me in, the muscle in his jaw waving at me.

  “What’s wrong?” I asked.

  He just continued to stare, and I could feel my entire body heating up in embarrassment. I began to fidget feeling too vulnerable and self-conscious. Was he regretting it?

  He shook his head and blew out a breath. “I’m a little nervous.” He admitted.

  Woah, what? “Why?”

  He ran a finger from the base of my neck to my belly button and warmness spread through me. “Because I’ve never done this before. Sex has always been just sex for me. There was none of this for me. No kissing, exploring…” he swallowed hard. “Feelings. Fuck Nat, I didn’t even know I needed this but fuck I want it so bad right now.” I felt the back of my eyes begin to burn. This man was literally destroying me this morning.

  “I need it too, let’s have it together.” I whispered.

  He lowered himself back over me and kissed me. This time it was slow and deep. His tongue taking its time exploring every inch of my mouth. It was almost lazy like he had all the time in the world to memorize me. His hands followed next, his fingers tracing my sides up to the space right underneath my breast. Slowly he lifted one hand to cover my left breast and squeezed lightly. I felt myself get wetter from the action. He released my mouth then planted one, then another peck lightly on them before adjusting himself and capturing my right breast in his mouth. He suckled on it before flicking his tongue back and forth across my nipple. The pressure on the left one increased and then he pinched my nipple causing me to cry out and my body to shudder.

  His eyes flickered up to meet mine before he did it again, a little harder this time and I had to rock my hips trying to get some type of relief but proved futile from the angle we were in. His perfectly sculpted abs was currently pining down my pussy to the bed and the part that needed attention was lonely. He continued to play with my breast alternating between rubbing, sucking, licking, biting and pinching. It was pure delicious torture.

  “Bull… please.” He leaned up, so he was in my face, our noses almost touching.

  He stared into my eyes. “Don’t call me that… not now. Say my name baby, please.” His voice was rough, almost a growl.

  “Fuck, Jackson… Jacky, please.”

  He shivered at the mention of the childhood nickname. I’d heard it before – although it was in reference to a girl – and loved it. I was only ever allowed to use it in private, at our place and on special occasions. Now I know how much he hates it, but back then he wouldn’t have ever told me that, afraid to hurt my feelings. That name was intimate. Important. I haven’t called him that since back home.

  “Shit!” he cursed as he kissed me again. This one briefer than the others. “What do you need baby? Tell me what to do.”

  I groaned, how do I explain this to him? I’ve never felt like this before… never got excited from sex. This is all brand new to me like the virgin I liked to pretend to be. “I don’t know… I need you.”

  His hand landed on my thigh and moved slowly towards the inside and began its way up until he reached my center. He swiped a finger against my nub and my hips jerked up from the bed in response. God fuck yes. I moaned, “Jack…”

  “Don’t worry baby, I got you.” He promised.

  He leaned back until he was kneeling between my legs. His eyes pried to my pussy as he let his fingers dance expertly on me. He leaned down and trailed kisses straight down the center of my stomach letting his tongue swipe at my belly button when he reached it and trail lower. I could feel his breath on my center as he laid in between my legs eyes focused on what he was doing to me.

  He removed his hand from me and I cried out in protest automatically. It was cutoff into a groan I felt begin somewhere in the pit of my stomach because holy shit, mother of everything sexual the rumors had nothing, nothing on the real thing. There was no way possible he was anything less than a fucking pro at oral because I couldn’t imagine it would get better than this. The hell have I been miss –

  “Ugh, oh my God… do that again.”

  I felt his slight chuckle as he latched his lips back around my nub and began this hurricane like motion as he lapped at it. I was pretty sure there had to be a fucking pool of wetness down there cause I felt like I was just leaking. Literally. Then the bastard had the nerve to stick a finger into me without letting up with his mouth.

  My eyes rolled back then he crooked his finger in a come-hither motion and the entire room exploded before my eyes. When I came back down to earth I blinked my eyes opened, unseeing at first. It took a bit for all my senses to return and when my eyes came back into focus they zeroed in on Bull. He was stripping out of his boxers and was making his way to the bed. He was looking down at me, eyes dark with indecision.

  “Nat, I never had sex raw.” He said.

  I leaned up on one elbow to get a better view of him. I quirked my eyebrow in question, not really following along with where he was going with this. “O… K” was my smart response before common sense returned and I wanted to slap myself. My shoulders sagged, “oh… you don’t have a condom. It’s alright maybe an – “

  He cut me off with a harsh shake of his head. “Nah, I got a rubber. I always have some with me, always.”

  I put a hand up to stop him, he was so about to kill my whole sexy vibe I had going on if he starts reminding me of his extracurricular activities. “I’m confused.”

  He shrugged carelessly. “I don’t wanna use one with you.”

  Both of my eyebrows flew up. “You do know the implications of that could be STD’s, and you know … Babies, right?”

  He continued watching me like I was crazy and nodded. “Alright I’ll get tested tomorrow, and then we’ll toss them.”

  He was seriously fucking unhinged. He walked off and came back with a few condoms. He tossed all but one on the bed and went through the motions of putting it on. I never thought I’d find a man strapping up fucking sexy but shit… I was ready to cum again.

  He took his time crawling onto the bed and hovering over me. “I want you so fucking bad
right now babe, it’s making me crazy.” He said.

  “Please…” here I was begging again.

  He didn’t need any more prompting. He gripped his huge cock in his hand and used it to guide himself into me. He entered me slowly, inch by merciful inch until he was fully seated inside me. His arms trembled as he held up his weight. He dipped down his head until his forehead rested against mine. “You’re so fucking tight.” He said before pulling out an inch and then pushing his way back in.

  He groaned, and I wrapped my legs around him, linking my fingers behind his neck. I wiggled underneath him craving friction and he groaned again. “Move Jack.” I demanded.

  Then, he did. His movement slow and deep making me absolutely crazy. I already had pressure building all over again and I knew it wasn’t going to be long at all before I was going to go over the edge again. Then, the thrust in deep again and swiveled his hips in a motion that made him hit a spot that made my body shudder. My legs began to shake uncontrollably and when he did it again I was fucking free falling.

  My pussy began to spasm during my release and Bull cursed and wrapped an arm around me to grip me tight. “Fuck that feels so fucking good. You’re so tight, and you’re squeezing the shit out of my dick right now.”

  My body convulsed again from his words. “I have to fuck you Nat. I can’t hold back baby, tell me its ok.”

  “You’ve got me, take me.” I urged him.

  As one more curse slipped from his lips, he pulled just about all the way out and then slammed back into me. My back bowed up off of the bed. Then he began pounding me like a fucking animal and it was fucking amazing. It was all consuming and I was a mess. I was screaming, shaking, sweating, and cursing like a mad man. I couldn’t tell you what I was doing half the time, my whole focus on Bull and the things he was doing to my body. My toes were in agony because they seemed to be permanently curled over. God blessed this man in the sexy department. That’s for damn sure.

  His rhythms became a little off rhythm and his hand dropped down to rub on my clit. Jesus H Christ. “What are you… oh fuck… oh God. I’m going to cum again… oh shit…”

  Bull grunted. “Yes baby, fuck. I’m about to cum, one more time… I need you to cum with me baby.”

  “Oh God I need it…” I was right there almost like I was teetering on the edge one leg hanging over and my body leaning forward but not quite falling.

  His pumps becoming sharp, almost like he was punishing me for something then he pinched my clit. That did it and I screamed out his name in my now hoarse voice as I came. He pumped once, twice, then I felt his body jerk and he said my name before going slack. His huge frame dropped down on top of me in an oomph and I didn’t even have the energy to push him off or move him. After a few seconds, he rolled off of me landing on his back at my side. Both of us out of breath and desperately gasping for air.

  “Fucking hell, you’re perfect.” He blew out a long breath. “That was the best I ever had babe.” He stretched out his arm, “come here.”

  My body felt totally numb so all I could do was roll until I was cradled to his side. “That was amazing.” I admitted.

  He smiled. “Amazing huh sugar? You fucking drained me, I can usually go a few rounds, but I’m tapped out.”

  I began making circles on his chest with my finger as I contemplated saying what I was thinking. “Do you want to just hang out for a bit, watch a movie or something?” God, I sounded like a leech. I only asked him to make love to me, but now I was already looking for more from him. “I don’t think I can move…” I added onto the end to hopefully make myself look less pathetic.

  He sat up to arrange the blankets and tuck us in and grabbed the remote. We spent the rest of the day lounging in bed, surprisingly watching sappy romantic comedies with the exception of one lunch break. He spent the night making love to me over and over again then had the audacity to wake me up at the crack of dawn and drag me to the clinic as soon as they opened so that we could get tested.

  After that I shooed him off to head to the club while I went to meet up with James and Abee. They had finished bridezilla’s wedding dress and James went promo crazy on social media. Within the last week, they were able to commit themselves to three more projects but had received a bunch of requests. It seemed like they were doing pretty good, but I got the bright idea that maybe they should put up their own website. That way they can put up sketches, ideas, even some of their regular wear pieces so that people can see their skills. So far, they’d only designed two wedding dresses so they’d need more than that.

  Now, these days everything is supposed to be easy. So, what did we do? We went on Google and searched for build your own website for free and voila, more options that you could imagine. Then we went ahead and chose one and began going through the steps. Two hours later, we realized that although they say free and easy it’s anything but. The formatting was coming out all wrong, pictures were being stretched, extra boxes were in there that we couldn’t remove, hell how do I change the background again.

  Three hours later and two more failed attempts at other sites we threw in the towel. Since they were technically my only ‘client’ at the moment, I had nothing but time to work on their stuff. I had all of my new office gear being delivered tomorrow so I would be stuck there for most of the day. I should probably ask Bull to come with me so that he can help rearrange stuff and set things up for me. I went back to my place and booted up my laptop, so I could figure out how to do websites. I figure, it would be a good skill to have with what I wanted to do. If I could help my clients promote online and have the ability to do it myself would be awesome.

  I read about ten different articles and how-to’s and I didn’t feel like I learned anything new. So, I started my next google search, online graphic design classes and that at last was successful. I was able to locate one that looked promising and filled out the forms, paid the fee. It was a four-week course, daily classes, three hours each. Three of the five classes out of the week would be classroom style, so I would need to go buy a headset for the computer so that I could hear and be heard. The reading and studying material would be e-mailed to me from the instructor within a few hours.

  I was just getting ready to text the news to Abee and James, when the door opened. Bull came to the living room and stood in the entryway eyeing me sitting on the couch with my computer on my lap and my feet crossed up on the coffee table. “What are you doing here?” he asked.

  “I had some things I wanted to lookup after leaving Abee and James earlier.” He leaned on the wall of the entryway and crossed his arms. “They got three more gigs, I need to draft up their numbers for them. Then I suggested that they get a website up and running and we tried. We really fucking did but we sucked total ass at it. I tried to google how to do it but that was shit, so I signed up for a class.”

  He smiled and made his way over to sit next to me on the couch. He threw his arm across the back of the chair and pulled me into him. Honestly, I could’ve gone to his place and use the computer I’m sure he doesn’t even know the password for, but I was afraid. Sure, we had a good time and he seemed to enjoy it too… plus, I even considered how he dragged me to the clinic. That had to mean that he was planning on having a repeat performance at least in the bedroom I just wasn’t sure what he wanted. He’d said those things to me but he’s like a walking contradiction. He didn’t want a relationship or a family or anything but he’s hell bent on having unprotected sex. In a sense I kind of feel like he’s coming to terms with his feelings and is learning what it is he really wants on the way but I kind of feel in limbo.

  He broke me from my thoughts. “What’s all this shit about anyway? I heard a bit of it the other day when Lucifer came into the clubhouse bitching and grumpy with a stick up his ass. Something bout Abee kicking him out the house saying he was fucking up her creative juices or some weird shit.”

  I laughed. “Sounds about right.”

  He shook his head, “so what trouble are you gi
rls getting into now?” he asked.

  I smiled. “James started it. He went and posted pictures of the wedding all over the internet and they went viral. A bunch of people started inquiring about where they’d gotten the clothes from. One thing led to another and they ended up designing a dress for someone, now they have three more. I helped them a bit in the beginning with some of the background information they needed, and they recruited me to help them. Budgeting and stuff like that.” I explained.

  He let out a low whistle. “That sounds pretty cool.”

  I sighed as I leaned further into him. “Yep. Oh, tomorrow do you think you can come with me to the new building and help me setup the furniture and stuff being delivered?”

  He froze. “What? You’re moving?”

  I chuckled. “No, no. I’m not moving. I started really liking helping them and decided that maybe I can just go ahead and make a career out of it. I got a space that I could use as an office of sorts. I have some furniture and stuff being delivered tomorrow.”

  He stared at me. “And when the fuck was you going to tell me about all of these changes?” he asked truly offended.

  I shrugged. “I thought we established that I was kind of feeling all types of ways about you and me.”

  He sighed. “Well don’t let that shit happen again, alright?”

  I rolled my eyes. “Yes sir!” I joked with a salute.

  “You are getting cheeky you little dipshit?” Bull said as he reached out and tickled me on my sides.

  I squealed and scrambled to get away from him. “You asshole.” I said as I collapsed onto the floor during my escape. I got up and headed towards the kitchen, “are you hungry?” I asked.

  He followed behind me. “Hell yea.” I started to take out the things I needed to make something for dinner and I heard the stool scrape across the floor as he sat down. “Fuck, I like this view… now all is for you to be barefoot and pregnant.”

  The pot slipped from my hand. Well, fuck me.