How long had it been that I’d slept a full night without waking up in cold sweats? When was the last time I’d been able to sleep without seeing Jenson’s smiling face, seconds before the land mine exploded? What was Brooklyn doing to me?
I touched her bare shoulder, feeling the milky smoothness of her pale skin. There was a light dusting of freckles on her collarbones and I tried to count them. Anything to make myself not wake her up.
“Fuck this,” I said annoyed when I realized that I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off her for long. I moved, hovering over her and I pushed her on her back and yanked the bed-sheet away from her.
She moaned lightly and her eyelids fluttered as I drank in the sight of her voluptuous naked body. I bent down and kissed the top of her breasts and she moaned again as I started sliding down. Keeping my hands firmly plonked on either side of her, I glided my tongue down the length of her body till I found the sweet musky spot between her legs.
Brooklyn was awake and she was staring at me with her lips parted. I knew she was about to say something, but I reached out and placed a finger on her lips to shush her. What I wasn’t expecting her to do was to part her lips, so that my finger unconsciously slipped into her mouth. She was sucking on my forefinger, and I could feel the juicy fleshy texture of her tongue and I imagined how that tongue…how that mouth might feel around my cock. My cock sprang up into position. Like a soldier reporting for duty.
I slipped my finger out of her mouth and took my time with her body, dipping down to her breasts, teasing her. She offered her neck to me, stretching it out and I kissed that salty skin of hers. There were goosebumps on her flesh now and I knew she was ready for me.
My fingers found her inner thighs, parting the folds smoothly. With my other hand, I was running my finger down the length of the slit…rubbing her clit and then down till I was just about feeling her ass. She was wet, sticky, and dripping. I hadn’t expected her to be ready so soon, but I could see the invitation in her eyes. She wanted me inside her and I was all too happy to oblige.
I breathed in her beautiful scent, knowing that this smell of hers would linger in my apartment long after she had left it. My fingers kept rubbing, feeling the throbbing clit calling out to me. She moaned and moved her hips. I knew she wanted it, but I didn’t want to give it to her yet. What was the point of having her in my apartment, if I couldn't take my time with her? Lengthen the experience for as long as possible?
I pulled myself up, and found her lips again. Her mouth was parted and ready for me when I found her and my tongue dove into her. She tasted sweet and sour, of the morning, and I couldn’t get enough of her. Everything about Brooklyn was new and not like anything I’d experienced before. Banging the same kind of woman had become a routine for me, and here she was, offering me her uniqueness and I couldn’t control myself.
When I pulled away from her, my mouth directly sought out her earlobe, which I sucked and pulled on and I could feel her digging her nails into my back. She was scratching me as I teased her and that was exactly what I wanted. I wanted to be able to see the scars she left behind.
My chest was rubbing against her breasts and I could feel her pebbled nipples, predicting how sensitive they would have become by now. I took them into my hands again and kneaded her breasts, like I was a potter and she was my clay. If she was in pain at all, she wasn’t showing it. Her face was stretched in a rhapsodies smile. She was feeling exactly the way I was feeling too.
Placing my hands on her waist, I pulled her up and our lips met in a burning sizzle. My hands sought out her hair and I grabbed the back of her head in a tight bunch and pulled her away from me.
My hands were stroking her clit now, as I arched her neck back. She had her lips parted, her breathing was rushed as I looked at her face. She had just woken up but she wanted me already. Her breasts hung in front of me, large and juicy and I rubbed her clit roughly to watch her wince and moan.
I went even lower, till one of her pale pink nipples was in my mouth and I lapped at the tip with my tongue. I could feel her quivering against me and she started to move her hips, to mirror the motion of my mouth on her nipples.
“Gunner…” I heard her say my name and I tightened my grip on her silky brown curls.
With my mouth still on one nipple, my fingers found her other one…I didn’t want it to feel lonely by itself. I didn’t just caress this one, I teased it with my fingers, pinching it gently so that she winced and then smiled. I bit down on the other and pinched the nipple even harder. Brooklyn moaned again, enjoying the pain and pleasure I was causing her.
I pushed her gently so that she landed back on the mattress. I had never been interested in the missionary position before, but with Brooklyn it was different. I wanted to watch her as she took me in. I wanted to see the look in her eyes as my thick cock slid into her.
“Please…” Brooklyn whispered and I knew what she was trying to say. She wanted me to be inside her. I wanted the same thing. I wanted her tight wet body to be around my throbbing cock.
Brooklyn made a grab for the pillows behind her, just in time as I slid myself in.
She was smooth and tight as I rode her. Her body fit me perfectly and I eased myself into her. I wanted to take it slow at first, to explore her even more and I made my way deeper and deeper into her. She felt small around my cock and I pulled up her legs, crossing them at her ankles behind me. I wanted her to feel every friction, every move as I rocked into her.
She moved her hips, arching her back to rise herself up. She wanted me to know just how much she was enjoying this. It wasn’t going to be very long before I unleashed myself into her. I plowed and thrust and then I felt the wetness of her splash down.
“Good girl,” I said, encouragingly to her and she cried out my name again.
I rocked into her faster, deeper and I could feel the mattress shaking under us. I could feel the ball of firing rolling around inside me and I made her tangle her legs around my waist. I needed to hold on to something, and I found her waist and I gripped it tightly.
Brooklyn seemed motionless as I took over her body. She arched her back and tried to move her hips, but I was holding her in position. She was coming. I could feel her body shivering, the look in her eyes as she came for me and I wanted to feel the release as well.
It hit me, and I let my wild need for Brooklyn take over. I didn’t slow down, and my hips jerked as I pumped into her furiously, emptying myself, draining my burning heat into her.
When I was done, I rolled over on top of her and we were both smiling at each other.
“Good morning,” she said in a pleased happy voice and I kissed the tip of her nose.
“A very good morning to you too,” I said and she licked her lips. I could feel the mingling of our sweat together. The sheets were lying tangled up around us, but I didn’t want to get up or start the day. I wanted to lie in bed all day, have her in my arms, watch her naked body as she slept.
“I have to go home and get ready for work,” Brooklyn said and I released my grip on her. She threw back a look at me, to smile as she stood up, hauling the bedsheets with her. She was clutching them tightly to her breasts, suddenly shy, despite the things we had done just minutes ago.
Her ass was bare and I watched it as she walked around my room, picking clothes off the floor.
“Brooklyn,” I said her name and she turned to look at me. “Let’s go out on a proper date tonight,” I said.
Her green eyes widened, she had a look on her face that said that she was trying to make a quick decision.
“A proper date?” she asked and I smiled.
“A real one,” I replied.
“Like maybe we can get to know each other a little?” she asked and placed her hands on her hips. The bedsheets fell away from her body and I saw her, in all her naked glory again and in that moment, I would have agreed to anything.
“Yes,” I said and she smiled and it spread straight to her eyes.
***
It was Glock again, a message for me to meet up with the guys and I pressed my eyes closed. It was work. It would keep me busy. I was following in my family’s footsteps…but I wanted to spend a couple of minutes more thinking about Brooklyn.
I breathed in the scent she had left behind and smiled again at the thought of her. What was her day going to be like?
I wondered what she would have thought of me if she knew who I was. Who my family was and the things I had done, and the smile from my face vanished.
I shouldn’t have started this thing with Brooklyn in the first place.
Chapter 8
Brooklyn
I was giddy, feeling a wobble in my knees as I entered the diner for my morning shift. The previous night with Gunner had given me wind beneath my wings. I’d never thought that someone could make me feel this way. Make me forget my biggest losses. And yet, even though Luke was still in the back of my mind…I was happy today.
I had a smile on my face when I entered the diner, but it slacked immediately when I saw the guys sitting at their usual table. They didn’t all come in every morning, but they liked to drop in from time to time to check in on me. Viper and the others from the Dark Knights were sitting together in one of the booths and he waved when he saw me come in.
I was early, by at least twenty minutes and figured that the best way to get them to leave me alone would be to spend a few minutes with them before my shift started. I walked over to them, sensing the glow on my face and hoping that they wouldn’t notice.
“Where were you last night? I called you,” Viper said, shoving a big piece of pancake into his mouth. I watched as the syrup dribbled down his cheek and he wiped it up with his forefinger.
“I was out. With a friend,” I said, feeling my cheeks redden.
“A friend!” One of the guys said and the others made cooing noises as they smiled at each other. Viper had a grin on his face as well, but I could tell that he wasn’t enjoying the joke.
“Which friend?” he asked and I flipped a bunch of my curls off my shoulder and sat down at the edge of one of the seats, across from him. The guys scooted over to make space for me, and one of them offered me one of their milkshakes.
“You don’t know…her,” I said the last word just in time, but the others had noticed. They were laughing again, while Viper glared at me.
“Ya know, Rex was missing from the bar last night. It wasn’t him you were out with, were you?” one of them said and nudged another one’s ribs. I knew they were kidding around right now, but the jokes would soon turn serious if they knew the truth. I was still blushing, trying to avoid Viper’s deathly stare.
“Were you out with Rex?” he asked, even more serious now. I shook my head.
“No, I wasn’t,” I said and nervously knotted my fingers together on the table. I couldn’t believe they were capable of making me feel this guilty about something like this. Luke or my father would never have made me feel this threatened.
“And Blade left the bar early. It could be him too,” someone said and I watched in horror as Viper’s face darkened and he narrowed his eyes at me.
“Was it Blade?” he asked and I shook my head again.
“No, I told you…it was just someone…a friend,” I said and I smiled weakly while the others were still joking around.
“Will you get me a refill, sweetheart?” Pike said, handing me his glass that was empty of soda and I took it from him.
“Of course,” I said and stood up quickly, in a hurry to get away from them; especially Viper…because I felt like he could see right through me.
But I had barely managed to walk away, before I felt Viper’s steely grip on my wrist. He had whipped me around to face him.
“You’re seeing someone,” he said and I tried to muster courage from somewhere and hold my chin firmly up to him.
“It’s none of your business,” I told him and he tightened his grip on my wrist.
“Don’t be stupid, Brooklyn. It is my business and it is the club’s business. Who you date is very much our business,” he was speaking through gritted teeth and he had brought his face close enough to me so I could smell the stale beer on his breath. It nearly made me gag.
“Let go of me, Viper,” I snapped, trying to pull my hand away from him.
“Don’t be ungrateful, Brooklyn. We are looking out for you. I want to protect you. The rules are what they are to maintain loyalty,” he said, finally releasing my hand. I rubbed at my wrist where a bright red spot had appeared.
“And what rule is that?” I asked him, glaring at him with flared nostrils. I couldn’t believe he was treating me like this. I trusted him with my life, because Luke had…but this was too much. He was trying to control me. Just like the rest of the club.
“You’re not allowed to date anyone outside the MC. You know the rules, sugar. I don’t make them. I’m sure your daddy taught you well,” he said and his lips curled in an evil smile.
I could feel my chest rising and falling, as those words sunk in. Daddy had spoken to me about it years ago, in my teenage years and I hadn’t paid much attention to it then. He had said that the rule existed in order to keep the loyalty within the club, so that we all operated as one big family. But he had never objected when he saw me with guys outside the club. Not that there were many and neither were any of them serious, but daddy hadn’t taken that rule as seriously as Viper was taking it now.
“Come back to the booth when you get the refill,” Viper said in a commanding voice and then he turned from me and walked back to the other guys.
I stared at them sitting together and gulped. How badly did I want to see Gunner again? Enough to risk his life and my freedom? These guys were capable of anything if they thought one of their women was under threat.
***
I was back to sitting with the group after getting the soda refill for Pike, and I tried not to look at Viper, even though he was constantly glaring at me.
The others had migrated from making jokes and guessing who I was out with the previous night; to talking about women in general.
“And the tits on her!” one of them said and I tried not to think too much about the way they were talking about women. I wondered then if Gunner was having breakfast somewhere with his friends and talking about me that way. Although, I couldn’t imagine him actually saying these words. Not after the way he had looked at me. I knew I might have been imagining it entirely, but I felt like we had a connection…we’d experienced a spark the previous night.
“She practically begged me and I was surprised by how tight she was. Like, she gets around you know,” Pike’s voice interrupted my thoughts and I felt a wave of nausea rise up in me at the thought of this poor woman, whoever she was, being talked about like this.
“It’s because she’s flexible. She can really stretch herself,” one of the others said and they all broke into a gut-wrenching laughter.
I knew they all took turns in fucking the groupies who hung around the club. Women who idolized these men and would have done anything, given anything to feel like they were being noticed. I’d seen the women who’d thrown themselves at daddy over the years. Some of whom, I knew he was sleeping with. As did Luke…but they both kept their mouths clean around me. If they ever spoke about these women in this way, they didn’t do it around me. Until now.
“Have you sampled the new one? What’s her name? Natasha, Anastasia or something,” one of them said.
“Nikita,” Viper cut in, but when I looked up at him, his eyes were still on me. He was watching my every move, my every reaction as though he was looking for some sort of sign.
I tried not to worry about him finding out about Gunner, but I couldn’t help it. I’d seen these guys beat people to a pulp. I was
sure that they’d killed people too. I knew Gunner had been in the military, but how was he going to defend himself against an entire group of Dragon Knights?
Another laughter from the group interrupted my thoughts, and I looked around the table, still silent because of course, I wasn’t supposed to participate in this particular conversation.
“We need to figure out the payment system though,” one of them said and I crossed my brows, confused. How had the conversation jumped from them laughing about their groupies to making money?
“Someone counts it after every session. Simple as that. We can’t trust these bitches and they probably can’t even count,” Pike said and they laughed again.
I was even more confused. Why were the women expected to count money?
“I mean, have you ever seen them count?” someone said and I parted my lips to speak. I couldn’t help myself but ask what they were talking about.
“Morning boys, Brooklyn, your shift began ten minutes ago,” Tommy, the diner’s owner, had walked up to our booth and was now standing with his hands on his hips, trying to be polite and authoritative at the same time.
“So what?” Viper snapped at Tommy and I watched Tommy flinch. Everyone knew who the Dragon Knights were and they were all appropriately afraid.
“I just wanted to drop in and remind her,” Tommy said, throwing a nervous smile around the table.
“She’ll start working when she fucking wants to,” one of the guys thundered and Tommy had already started backing away.
I really wanted to stay and listen to the rest of the conversation, and ask them what kind of payment they were talking about. But then I figured, that it had something to do with their business and it wasn’t like they were going to let me in on it anyway.
“I should go,” I said and stood from the seat. Viper caught my wrist again and some of the guys hooted.
“Meet us at the bar tonight,” he said to me and from the look in his eyes, I could see that he wasn’t going to take no for an answer.
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