I flicked between radio stations, looking for a decent song, leaving muddy prints behind on the dial. We passed the Barden town limit sign. It read Pop. 4,137, but I think they exaggerated or something because I don’t see how there could be 4,000 people in our tiny town.
“Go to my place,” Rock said as he gazed over at me.
I opened my mouth to protest. His place was always neat with everything in its place. I didn’t want to track mud all over his clean house. I was coated in mud so no way the house would totally escape the mess.
“I want you naked in my shower while I wash all that mud off my dirty girl.” His voice rumbled in that sexy way. “You have hours of work ahead of you.”
“Okay.” I almost panted the word as my chest expanded and my core sparked, sending heat through me.
I left my keys in the ignition, not even touching my purse, I was too dirty. I slammed my truck door closed. On his porch I kicked off my boots and unsnapped my jeans and peeled the wet, caked denim down my hips. I shuddered at the cold slimy feel of the material.
“What the fuck.” Rock barreled up to me. “Get inside.”
“I’m not going to get your house all muddy.” I shimmied and pushed the jeans, but they resisted on my thighs.
“You’re not giving my neighbors a peep show, that body is mine.” He threw open his front door and pointed inside.
It was so sexy when he went all he-man on me. “No, I’m not dragging this mud in there.” I worked my jeans a few more inches down and they fell to my feet.
“Dammit, Avery.” He glared at me, swept me off my feet and carried me into his house. “I should spank that ass for that stunt.”
My core heated, his possessiveness excited me. I loved it when he got hot and bothered because it was so rare. Most of the time I couldn’t force the grin from his face. But tonight I’d riled him up.
Chapter Eight
Rock
I sucked in a deep breath trying to calm the fuck down. I saw red when I saw the top of her ass flashing on my front porch. Her sweet body was mine, and I planned to enjoy it thoroughly tonight.
Images of Avery rushed back. Her beautiful smile staring up at the sky twirling. Joy, uncomplicated and complete joy transformed her into the most beautiful, almost otherworldly, woman. I craved her and the simple way she embraced life. I carried her through my house while she nibbled on my neck. The minx. I dropped her with a thud on my bathroom floor before I peeled off her shirt.
Mud smeared her stomach and right in the cleft of her tits. That was hot.
Her eyes wide and lips parted. Damn but she was all I wanted. I reached around her to flip the water to hot. I’d installed a bigger shower stall in my bathroom, but we’d still be a tight fit; just how I liked it.
“After you.” I pointed inside.
She swished her bare little ass when she stepped inside. I crowded her. I’d come close to fucking her in the mud, but she’d turned cold, and my kinky brainstorm blew away. My hands skimmed up her ass and the curve of her back.
I moved back to grab shampoo. “I’m going to wash every inch of you, not a bit of you will be ignored.”
Steam surrounded her. “That sounds fun.”
I poured out shampoo and rubbed it in my hands before I ran my fingers through her short green hair. I massaged her head, working out all the mud. She leaned her forehead against my chest with her hot breath tickling me.
“Lean your head back, so I can rinse you.” I nibbled her ear lobe.
“Hmmm.” She complied and stared up at me with fuck-me eyes.
I planned to touch and taste every inch of her before I fucked her. Once the water ran clear from her hair, I wet the washcloth and used my finger to circle the skin on her face, removing the last traces of mud. I kissed each spot with light kisses, even her eyelids. I lost myself in her lips.
When her hand caressed my cock, I remembered my plan. I soaped up my hands and caressed her neck, biting each ear lobe. “Hands behind your back,” I whispered in her ear.
She stroked harder. I lifted her hands and clasped them above her head. “You’ll get your turn soon enough.”
Her chest heaved and her arousal tested my determination. I returned to my work, lathering her collarbone and shoulders before rubbing my hands over her left tit.
“Please.” She arched her tit to me.
I sucked on one sexy nipple as my hands worked her other one. She stepped back until she leaned against the wall. I adjusted the spray behind us and continued my inspection of her tits. With slow seduction, I moved down her left arm.
“Don’t,” she gasped with a giggle. I grinned up at her and licked the bend of her arm. Before moving down to her hands. Tiny compared to my big ones. I sucked in her pinky and scraped it with my teeth.
“I need you inside me. I’m so wet and you haven’t touched my good parts.”
“We’re in the shower, all of you is wet.” I sucked in her thumb.
“You know what I mean.”
I knelt in my shower and turned my attention to her legs. I tested my control as I moved up from her left foot, kissed her pubic bone and kissed my way down the right leg. Her scent pushed me to my limit.
“No, I can’t take it. Please, I want you buried in me.” Her hands ran through my short hair.
I grasped her hips tight, meeting her needy gaze. “You can take everything I give you.”
I drug my index finger through the thick cream of her seam until I found her pleasure button. My favorite toy. I rubbed my face in the small triangle of hair, wanting her scent on me.
“God your touch is magic. Fucking magic.” She moaned.
I circled my finger on her spot, she pushed forward into me. Her body shivered and I flicked her.
“God I’m coming. Finally.”
I could’ve let up, but I rubbed harder, needing her crazy. Her hands tightened on my head. I laved her flushed pussy lips with my tongue, slurping up her sweet cream, giving her just a few seconds’ break before I broke her again.
“Now? Will you fuck me now?” Her whiskey eyes pleaded.
“Not done.” I tasted her clit again.
She shivered despite the steamy heat of the shower. I pulsed two fingers into her and sucked hard on that sensitive bit of flesh.
“Rock.” She bellowed my name as her body convulsed. Her sweet cunt tightened on my fingers.
Unable to wait another minute, I pushed down the knob, turning off the water, and gathered her to me. I carried her to my bed, still wet, totally boneless.
“You ready for round two?” I nuzzled her stomach.
“Yeah.” She sighed, eyes closed. “Come here, big guy.” She patted the mattress next to her.
We got into all new kinds of trouble until Avery fell asleep mid-kiss. I rearranged her on the pillow and snuggled in beside her, covering up. What a freaking awesome day. I couldn’t remember a better one.
The next morning I woke up to find two amber eyes staring down at me. “You’re sexy when you sleep.” She traced my lips.
I sucked in her finger.
“We never made it to my turn with your body.” She climbed atop me. “So I’m gonna take my time with you this morning.”
“Yeah?” I wanted her to take forever. I never wanted to let her go. She was so beautiful, free, and I would never get enough.
“Yeah,” She nuzzled my neck, biting the spot that drove me absolutely crazy. “Hands above your head.”
I complied. More than happy to let her imagination run wild. She licked up my neck and bit my ear lobe before she feathered soft kisses over my face. Her tits dangled just out of reach. Fuck, one tilt of my head and they’d be mine, but I waited. She slid down my body, her wetness touched my skin, but she kept moving down me, lower and lower until my cock rubbed betw
een her legs.
My hips pumped up. “Almita, you drive me crazy.”
She bit my side as she worked my cock faster.
“Damn.” I resisted my urge to come, but every nerve shouted with pleasure, my balls tightened but no, I’d give her forever, no way I’d rush her, or worse come too early. She wiggled lower and my cock lay hard and alone, wanting her heat again.
She rubbed her face in the hair on my groin before she swallowed me down all the way down then up, bobbing with quick strokes. I moved with her, needing her touch, I arched off the bed and grabbed hold of my headboard to keep from pulling her up and plunging my cock straight into her.
My cock fell free when she looked up to me. Her eyes full of emotion set me on edge. “I love tasting us both on your cock.”
“Almita, I’m close, don’t push me too far, please, let me inside that sweet cunt.”
“If you’re very good, I’ll let you inside.” She bent down and captured my cock, scraping with her teeth.
“Fuck.” I yelled. “More, no, yes.” I rambled on.
My body thrummed. I tightened ready, but holding back—a new kind of pain that only sweetened the sensations. She played with my tight sac, and I fucked her mouth, unable to hold back, hold still. Just when I was sure I’d lost the battle she let my cock drop free.
“Condom,” she panted.
I reached over to my drawer, gave her one and she rolled it on, switching position so her back faced me.
Her sweet pussy drug over my erection as she guided me home. I drove up, needing to be seated deep inside her.
“Yeah, baby.”
Her pussy felt divine, I pushed hard and fast needing her ready now. I grabbed those hips to move her down harder.
“Yeah, yeah. Rock. Yeah,” she chanted moving faster.
Her hand slid over my aching balls and back until she pushed against my pucker.
“Come now.” Her finger pushed inside.
“Almita,” I bellowed as I came harder than I had the last time she’d done this. My body jacked up into her fast as I could and she bounced, moaning then her own hoarse scream marked her release. Her hand moved up and massaged my sac as she rocked up and back, giving me this random shudder of excitement as I tried to come down. We lay tangled together both sucking in breaths as we recovered. I flipped to my side pulling her in close. “Thank you for such a wonderful wakeup.”
“Yeah, I have skills.” She buffed her nails on her chest.
“That you do.” I gazed into her eyes. “Would you come with me to the club party on Friday?” These last few weeks had been the best of my life. I needed her in all my life, wanted her comfortable with my brothers, but most of all, I didn’t want to spend a minute away from her. She was deep inside me, and I wasn’t going to let go anytime soon.
She looked up at me, conflict easy to read in her expression. “We’ve spent a month avoiding it, why can’t we continue that way?”
I wanted her in all of my life, avoiding the club was no way to accomplish that, but what could I say to convince her. “I just thought it’d be fun, and we can’t ignore it. It’s part of me and, you’ve never been there with me—it’d be different.”
She stayed quiet a long minute, which was unusual, it didn’t bode well for me.
“I don’t like the club. Don’t trust it.” She sat up, crossed her arms over her chest.
“I want to discuss this as soon as I’m back.” I needed to come up with a game plan.
Chapter Nine
Avery
The club. That hadn’t changed—I wasn’t a fan and I didn’t hide it from him. I tried ignoring the club, not that it was really possible with the Brotherhood patch always glaring at me from his cut.
While he was gone I pulled on one of his T-shirts, not able to argue naked. He returned with boxers on. “Tell me what you feel.” He was always so damn calm.
“The club doesn’t value women, they’re property, and my whole life I’ve fought against that shit. My dad is from the stone ages—a woman’s place is in the kitchen with no fucking opinions.”
“Almita, do I treat you like that?”
“No,” I sighed. “But property, Rock, and what am I at the club? Not a member, not a real person.”
“You’re mine,” he growled. “I protect you, I show you off.” He shrugged his shoulders. “Mostly I feel whole. Right now it’s like I’m leading two lives, that’s not me.”
“Am I your girl? A sheep? What does that even all mean?” I paced his bedroom unable to be still.
“You’re my fucking girl.” He was in my face in seconds. “You are pissing me off, this between us means something to me, means a lot.” Anger flared in his expression. “If I’m not good enough, I’m just a biker after all, then say it. Quit hiding behind the club.”
I stepped back, hurt. Is that what he thought? I was ashamed of him. That wasn’t it at all. “I never said that, I don’t mean that. I go everywhere with you. I’m proud to be with you.” I bit my lip to keep the tears away. “But I don’t like your club, and I get that it is a problem.” I covered my face trying to get my shit together. “What if I don’t go?” I asked with my face covered.
“I’ll be sad, I’ll miss you, maybe I’ll doubt this is going to work between us, but I ain’t going anywhere.”
The yet was unspoken but heavy in the air between us.
“The longer we put it off, the worse it’ll get in your mind. I don’t want anything between us, keeping us apart.” His calm, caring words cracked my heart. “You’ve never asked, but I’m saying it, I’ll never leave the club, you should understand that.”
“I do,” I whispered. But it didn’t stop me from fantasizing about him choosing me over the club. I wanted someone to make me their only love, giving up everything else. But that was a childish dream. I didn’t want anything separating us, and fear shouldn’t guide my decisions, I still hesitated. “Can I talk with Lila then get back to you? I want to understand better what parties are like.”
He rubbed his face. “Yeah, of course, and you can say no, I just...do what feels right.” He kissed my nose then scooted out of bed. “Going to shower.”
He was disappointed, but I needed more information.
While he was in the shower, I texted Lila: Lunch today? Rock asked me to B. party. Freaking out.
Her response was almost immediate. One at the diner. Don’t freak, we’ll handle it.
Thx. I texted back and got up to start my day as well.
Rock and I spent the morning on a ride where we didn’t talk about the club, but tension crackled between us. He was almost infinitely patient with me, which made me feel worse. Maybe I wasn’t so different from my friends after all. Why was I making this such a big deal?
Rock dropped me at the diner at about ten until one. I stepped off his bike and handed him my helmet. “See you later.” I kissed him, but pulled away when he tried to drag me under. “People everywhere.” I smacked his arm.
“So I guess that’s no to public sex.” His eyes sparkled with mischief.
“Uh yeah—a big N-O. You’re too handsome, the masses might riot.” I gave him my sassy smile and sashayed into the diner. Lila waved as I crossed the linoleum floor to where she sat at a table covered in a bright picnic-themed checked table cloth. I scooted back my chair and sat down.
“I ordered two burgers and fries?” Lila started. “You approve?”
“You know Jeanine’s fries are my addiction.” I had a love affair with Jeanine’s homemade fries that I’d passed on to my friend.
“So, what’s the freak out about?” she said before taking a sip of her sweet tea.
I sipped my pop and thought about our almost argument this morning. “I don’t like the club, but I more than like Rock. Something has to change or I’m doomed.
”
“Doomed?” She chuckled. “Dramatic much?” Her gaze settled on me, assessing me in a different way. “You do have to pick—Rock and the club or no Rock. He’s never going to give it up, it’d be like asking you to abandon Black Label.”
My chest tightened hearing the words. She was right, but I’d wanted to avoid making this decision. It wasn’t fair, we’d only been together a few weeks—six weeks of bliss. “So what do I need to know?”
“Being a girl is the hardest damn job there is.” She sighed. “I won’t put you through the torture the old biddies did me.”
Just then Darcy arrived back at the table and set down our food. The scent of beefy heaven and deep-fried, homemade fries had my mouth watering. We took a short break to gobble down a few bites.
Lila pointed at me with a ketchup-soaked fry. “The rules are simple, living them not so simple. First, never make him choose between club and you.”
That rule seemed easy enough, except down deep, it’s what I really wanted him to do, pick me over the club. But that wasn’t the man I loved, and I wouldn’t trade him for a more normal, more compliant version, no matter how worried I was.
“As his girl, you’re a weakness for him.”
I stared at Lila relaxed in her chair, not acting like she’d just detonated a bomb.
I frowned. “Why? I’m—”
“Did he tell you about property and women’s places in the club?”
I shook my head. “He said if anyone asked me anything or got too close to say I was his property.”
She nodded. “An old lady or a woman claimed as a brother’s property is protected by club rules. I’m a member of the club through Dare and all the brothers are sworn to protect members. To disrespect an old lady is to ask for trouble, so that’s rare, unless old ladies rumble with each other, then the bikers have to sort that shit.”
“So an old lady is safe,” I summarized.
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