“Holy fuck, Zoe,” he grits out, and I smile around him, then continue the torment, until he reaches for me and tells me, “Sit on my face. I want to taste you too.”
Like a good girl, I listen, moving into a sixty-nine position and lowering my pussy to his face before I lean forward and keep sucking on his cock. This time when I moan, it’s not just from the taste of him, it’s because his tongue is sliding around my clit and I can barely see straight. Seriously, his mouth should come with a warning sign; he somehow knows just where to lick to drive me crazy and turn me on and make me wet like no one else has. My orgasm takes me by surprise, and I lift my head up and enjoy the sensations, pleasure consuming me, fingers digging into his hard thighs. I don’t even know what I’m saying at this point, but there’re words coming out of my mouth, and cries and whimpers, until my body feels like jelly and my legs stop tingling. Before I know what has happened, he’s rolled me off him so I’m back on my back with my head at the end of the bed. He leans over me and slides inside. He’s still so fucking hard, and I’m so wet from coming, that it feels amazing, especially when he reaches down to play with my clit, his eyes never leaving mine.
“So beautiful,” he murmurs, licking his lips as he watches me.
“Still can’t think of another word to use?” I tease, my grin turning into a moan as he rubs his thumb just how I like it.
“No words do you justice,” he replies, flashing his teeth at me as he pulls out and rolls me over and onto my knees. I’m expecting him to slide back into my pussy, but no, his mouth is back on me, going down on me from behind, and I’m biting on the bedsheets in front of me, muttering curse words and trying to keep myself from falling back onto the bed in a pile of mush.
I come again before he slides his cock inside me, holding on to the nape of my neck and using my body how he wants it, taking what he needs. I love every second of it. I just hold on for the ride, pushing back against him and meeting his thrusts. His fingers gently hold a handful of my hair and tug, and then I hear my favorite sound ever: him coming, grunting and moaning.
“Fuck,” he says between clenched teeth, his body jerking as he comes inside me. When he’s finished, he leans forward and kisses the back of my neck and the middle of my spine before he pulls out and lies next to me, pulling me into his arms and kissing me all over my face.
“I could get used to that,” he whispers into my ear, sending shivers down my spine. We cuddle for a little while, and then I get up to use the bathroom. I decide to have a quick shower, and as soon as I get under the running water, Rogue joins me. It’s not long before washing each other’s body turns into something more, and I’m lifted up, my back against the tiles with him back inside me, water dripping down my body. He makes me come just like that, against the wall, looking into my eyes, before he allows himself to do the same.
Chivalry never felt so good.
He puts me down, my legs now feeling weak. “I don’t think I can even walk.”
He grins and finishes washing his body while I do the same, then both of us rinse and dry off and climb back into bed. I put on a movie and we watch it and just enjoy being next to each other, touching, kissing, and making little comments about the movie, until we fall asleep.
And when I wake up in the morning, his mouth is back between my legs, like he just can’t fucking get enough of me, and I’m wondering where the hell this man has been my entire life.
I’ve never felt so wanted, so beautiful, and so happy.
And yet, like all women, I have a nagging feeling in the back of my mind that life is almost too good right now, and I’m too happy, and something is going to happen to fuck that up.
That worry, I don’t think it ever goes away.
The what-ifs.
They’re a killer, and I’m going to do my best to ignore them and concentrate on the sexy man in my bed instead.
15
I’m not feeling too great at work the next morning, my head hurting, so my boss sends me home early. When I get there, however, I get the shock of my life: my sister on my couch.
Naked.
Not alone.
“What the fuck, Vanessa?” I yell at her, my head pounding as my migraine suddenly gets worse with the scene in front of me. “What the hell are you doing?”
She covers her vagina with a pillow, not bothering to shield her boobs. We’ve been getting dressed around each other since I was born, but this is way more of her than I want to see, especially on my furniture.
“And who the fuck is that?” I ask, pointing to the man next to her, in the middle of pulling on his shorts. Board shorts, might I add, like he just came from the beach—that or he’s one of those guys who wear them for everyday use.
“I didn’t think you’d be home,” she hedges, looking to the guy. “You better leave. I didn’t realize my roommate would be coming home.”
Roommate?
My sister has officially lost her damn mind.
She’s had a key to my place ever since I moved out on my own, and this isn’t the first time I’ve found her here without warning, but it’s the first time I’ve caught her using my couch as a seedy motel. She only lives about fifteen minutes away, so she has no excuse.
“Could we just go into your room?” the man asks, but Vanessa shakes her head.
“Umm, no, I think you should just go now.”
She throws his shirt at him and then starts to get dressed. I stand there in shock until the man has left, and then I hand her some wipes and antibacterial spray.
“Disinfect every surface you touched, you fiend,” I tell her, my tone unimpressed. “You have your own house, why the hell are you fucking someone on my couch?”
She starts to spray surfaces and wipe them down. “Well, I didn’t want Matt to know where I lived, because he seems to be the clingy type, so I thought I’d just bring him here, fuck him, and then kick him out.”
I rub my forehead. “Are you kidding me right now? Clingy? What if he comes back here? What the hell am I supposed to do?”
“He won’t,” she says, waving her hand. “I don’t know why you’re so mad, it’s not like I used your bed. I didn’t think you’d mind, you were supposed to be at work all day.”
I pick up a tissue box, the closest thing to me, and throw it at her head. “Have you done this before? I can’t believe you come to my house instead of yours. There is something seriously wrong with you, Vanessa.”
“I didn’t think you’d mind!” she cries, throwing the wipes on the floor and putting the spray on the table. “Come on, what are sisters for? I wouldn’t care if you had sex at my house. You have a key, come in and have sex with Rogue there any time.”
I already knew it, but this confirms that my sister is bat-shit crazy.
“We’re close but not that close, Vanessa,” I tell her, grabbing some water out of the fridge. “I’m not feeling well, so now that you’re here, you can look after me and make me some soup while I sleep.”
“What’s wrong?” she asks, instantly going into big-sister mode, brow furrowing in concern. “Is that why you’re home early?”
I nod. “Just a really bad migraine, and my throat is hurting.”
“Soup it is,” she murmurs, reaching over and touching my forehead. “You’re burning up, girl. Get in bed. I’ll bring you some water and some painkillers.”
I pout and nod. “Okay, but please don’t touch me with your hand again, because I can only guess where it’s been.”
She smirks and chases me out of the kitchen. Feeling sorry for myself for being sick, as well as having the same hand that just touched Matt’s penis and God knows what else on my forehead, I remove my shoes and clothing and just climb into bed naked, feeling tired and sore. I hate being sick. I have shit to do, and I hate wasting time in bed doing nothing. Vanessa comes in with my water and painkillers, and the smart ass is wearing thick-ass cleaning gloves to cover her sex hands. I mean, she could have just washed them, which I’m sure she did, but of course she
“You’re so fucking extra,” I tell her, grinning as I swallow the two tiny white tablets with a mouthful of water.
“Made you smile, didn’t it?” she replies, fussing over me. She’s such a contradiction sometimes, but no matter what she does, I can never stay angry at her. “How was your night with Rogue? Is that why you’re suddenly sick? Is it lovesickness?”
“Very funny,” I mutter, rolling onto my side, facing her. “Last night was amazing, and I felt fine. It was only about an hour in to work when I started to feel like shit; maybe I caught a bug from one of the residents.”
“Well, rest up. Spend the day in bed. You work too hard,” she lectures me, frowning. “Even on your days off, you’re always doing something. You just need to relax.” She pauses, smirking. “Or maybe Rogue just fucked you so good that he broke you.”
I cover my face with my blanket, smiling underneath it as flashbacks of last night hit me. For all I know, she could be right—the sex was so damn good it makes my mouth water to think of it. I’ve never known a man so good in the sheets, and although I don’t exactly love that he clearly has been with many women, I love the benefits and multiple orgasms I get from it.
“You’ve lost it,” she says, leaving the room and calling out, “Your chicken soup will be ready soon! I’m making Mom’s special recipe!”
I pull the blanket back down to call out a thank-you. What does she think that I’ve lost? Control? I’d like to think I haven’t lost anything else, and my dignity and self-respect are still right where they’re meant to be.
Maybe she thinks I’ve lost my mind.
That I’m so far gone with Rogue that there’s no coming back.
I groan, closing my eyes.
She might be right.
After my sister leaves, I sleep for the rest of the day, only waking up to a loud knocking on my door. Groggily, I get up with my blanket still around me and open the door to worried crystal blue eyes.
I force a smile. “Hello, handsome.”
I sound terrible even to my own ears. Apparently sleeping all day didn’t help. Without a word, he reaches out and touches my forehead.
“I went to visit Mom and asked where you were, and they said you were sick. Why didn’t you tell me? I shouldn’t have to find out from a stranger that my woman is ill,” he says, brow furrowed as he looks me over. He’s wearing all black again today—jeans, a T-shirt, and his Cursed Ravens cut over it. If I weren’t feeling like I’m about to die, I’d want to jump his bones right now.
“Don’t look at me like that,” he groans, lifting me up in his arms like a baby and closing the door with his foot. “Have you taken any medicine? I can run to the store and grab you some stuff.”
“Just aspirin,” I reply, suddenly feeling cold and starting to shiver. I know that’s never a good sign. He tucks me back into bed and disappears into my bathroom, and I hear him rummaging through my medicine cabinet, returning with some cold-and-flu tablets and some throat lozenges.
“Take these for now, but I think we should take you to see a doctor.”
“I only go to the doctor if I’m on the verge of death,” I admit, burrowing back into my bed. “I’ll be fine by tomorrow, you’ll see. I just need tonight to sleep it off.”
He doesn’t look impressed. “You’re so stubborn, you know that?”
“And you’re not?” I fire back, taking one of the throat soothers and sucking on it. “Maybe you’re the reason my throat’s sore. I did spend a decent amount of time with something sticking down it last night.”
He starts to laugh. “Hey, that was all on you. I never asked you to go down on me, remember?”
“Are you complaining? I think you need to choose your battles, Rogue, and me deep-throating you is something to be commended,” I tell him, sniffling.
“You brought it up,” he says, shaking his head at me. “You’re really grumpy when you’re sick.”
“Isn’t everyone?” I ask, staring up at him. “Thanks for coming by to check on me.”
“If you had told me earlier, I would have come by right away,” he chastises, gently pushing my hair off my face. “Can I get you anything? Have you eaten?”
“Vanessa made me some chicken soup before she had to go,” I explain to him, then give him a quick rundown of how I caught her this morning.
“Your sister,” he murmurs, shaking his head. “I don’t even know what to say.”
“I know.”
“Are you still hungry? Thirsty? I can make you something or go for a quick drive and get something for you. Anything you want,” he murmurs, stroking my cheek.
Fuck me, he is so sweet, nothing like the stereotype of a biker and how a biker treats a woman.
“I think I’m okay,” I tell him, reaching out to touch him. “I’m just going to go back to sleep, I think. I want to be better so I can go to work tomorrow.”
“Don’t worry about work,” he says, leaning over and kissing my forehead. “I’m gonna get something for you to eat so when you wake up, if you’re hungry, there’s something here.”
I smile as my eyes close. “Take my house keys, they’re on the kitchen table.”
“Will do. Anything else you want?”
I shake my head. “Just you.”
“You’ve got me.”
Another forehead kiss. “I’ll be back, but I’m warning you, if you aren’t feeling better by tomorrow morning I’m taking you to the doctor, even if I have to carry you there.”
“Yeah, okay,” I grumble, not liking it. I hate going to any kind of doctor or dentist appointment. I don’t know why, but I’d rather just suffer in silence and deal with things myself. Everyone usually leaves me be and lets me be a brat about it, but apparently Rogue is going to put his foot down and make me.
I feel both annoyed and flattered that he cares so much.
I start to feel a little drowsy and dose off to sleep.
Here’s hoping I wake up feeling much better.
16
I wake up in the middle of the night to the sound of a male voice. The problem? The voice doesn’t belong to Rogue. He must have gone home, and now someone else is in my apartment. Did he not lock the door? I knew I should have invested in a scary-ass German shepherd, but I felt bad because I live in an apartment, not a big house, and now I’m about to get robbed and very likely murdered. I throw on some clothes, grab the giant wrench I keep under my bed for a situation like this, and lift it in front of me, ready to hit this man over the head if need be. As I peer out from my bedroom door, though, I see a familiar face sitting on my couch.
“What are you doing here?” I ask Knuckles, frowning as I step toward him, weapon still clutched in my fingers.
“Just thought I’d drop by and say hello,” he says, smirking. “How are you feeling? The way Rogue was going on, it was like you’d caught the plague or something. Also, please don’t get me sick, I have two babies at home and Celina will murder me.”
“Where is Rogue?” I ask him, keeping a safe distance. The last thing I want is to make any children ill.
“Prez needed him for something, so he asked me to come here and make sure you don’t die until he gets back,” he explains, and I can see he’s helped himself to a cup of coffee.
“I just have the flu or something,” I tell Knuckles, sitting down as far away from him as possible on the opposite couch. “Rogue is being a little dramatic right now.”
“He said you had a high fever and the only way he was going to leave you was if someone came here to keep an eye on you,” he explains, shrugging.
“I’m sorry you got stuck here in the middle of the night,” I apologize, feeling terrible for him, especially when he has a woman and babies at home. “You can go, Knuckles. As you can see, I’m alive and well, and there’s no need for anyone to stay here and baby me. I’m more than capable of wiping my own nose.”
He laughs but shakes his head. “I told Rogue I’d be here, and this is where I’m gonna be until he says otherwise. Nice weapon, by the way. You know if I really was a burglar, I’d just be able to overpower you, take that from you, and use it against you, right?”
I glance down at the wrench. “Not if I hit you in the face with it first. I can be quick and sneaky when I need to be.”
“And here I was, thinking you were a nice, sweet girl,” he teases, taking a sip of his coffee.
“See, that’s the mistake everyone makes,” I tell him, hugging the pillow next to me. “And then they get hit in the face with a wrench.”
He tips his head back and laughs. “I like you, Zoe. You’re full of surprises.”
“Don’t let the girl-next-door vibe fool you,” I say with a short laugh. “Now, since I’m awake and feeling a little better, I’m going to eat something. Can I interest you in whatever Rogue brought for dinner and left in the fridge?”
“Sure, why not,” he replies, tapping his flat stomach. “I could go for a midnight snack.”
I check the contents of the fridge and find some Chinese food—everything from dumplings, rice, and noodles to chicken, shrimp, and soup.
“He really goes above and beyond,” I mutter to myself, taking everything out and setting it on the counter. “There’s enough food to feed a whole family here.”
“Thoughtful bastard,” Knuckles says, as he follows me into the kitchen, and I can hear the smile in his voice. “Whatever will you do with him?”
I roll my eyes and heat up the food, then place it on the table with two plates.
“I still haven’t met Celina yet,” I tell him, making conversation. “Does she come to the clubhouse much?”
“She does, but not as much during the evening and nighttime,” he says to me, chewing thoughtfully. “I used to live in the clubhouse, so we were there all the damn time, but ever since we moved out with the two babies, it’s harder to just be spontaneous and drop in whenever. Especially with their bedtime routines and all that shit. But during the day she’s usually there; everyone loves to see the kids, and it gives her a little break. We will have to plan a time when she’s there so you two can meet. I know she wants to see who has gotten Rogue’s attention.”
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