Original Cin: A Raptors MC Novel

by Elle Rease

  “Ooh, who’s the hottie?” Tonya asked, ogling the biker who hovered at Piper’s side.

  Right, time to pretend as if he didn’t set her blood alight. “Teagan, this is Tonya and Elise,” Piper introduced them, gesturing to each of her friends. “Guys, this is Teagan.”

  “This is Teagan?” Elise exclaimed, at the same time Tonya shrieked: “This is Teagan?”

  Piper mentally recited her favorite poem, all the while wishing the earth would swallow her on the spot. “Yeah, this is Teagan.”

  He lifted his hand in greeting, then slid those fingers from between her shoulder blades to the middle of her back. He might as well have sent five million volts into her nervous system. “Ready to go in?”

  “Uh, sure,” she replied, linking arms with her friends. Teagan gave a nearly imperceptible nod to the bouncer, who let them through without checking the girls’ ID’s. This was a good thing, since they weren’t twenty-one yet. She doubted the owner would mind, as long as they stayed with Teagan.

  She’d been here before, of course, but that had been because she’d worn a similar outfit to Elise and Tonya’s. Teagan didn’t have to know that. Then again, maybe he did already. God, that would be embarrassing…

  “Do you girls have a ride home?” Teagan yelled over the music, looking at Piper’s friends.

  “Yeah,” Elise nodded as she gave him a flirty smile. Piper wanted to scratch her eyes out. “My dad will pick us up when we’re ready to go.”

  “Good. Drinks?”

  “Vodka and lemonade!” they chorused.

  Suddenly, Piper wondered why she was still friends with these girls. Elise’s father had helped Piper to finish her education, and she’d met Tonya during her home schooling years. She’d always felt obligated to be friends with Elise, yet never as starkly as she did now.

  Teagan touched her elbow, pulling her back to the present moment. “Water?”

  “Thanks,” she mouthed. Once he gave her a lopsided smile and turned to the bar—where everyone else parted before him, as if he was Moses at the Dead Sea—she nearly dissolved into a puddle of pleasure. She didn’t have that luxury, though.

  Elise pulled her closer. “Okay, what is the deal with you two? Are you, like, together?”

  “I wish,” Piper grumbled. She shook her head when her friends just kept staring. “I don’t think he’s interested.”

  “So you won’t mind if I made a move?” Elise leered at his ass. “He is mighty fine.”

  Piper was almost certain that Elise wasn’t Teagan’s type, but she couldn’t stop the jealousy. Elise had all the money in the world, so it seemed fitting that she’d also lay claim to the only man Piper cared about. Why did rich people always want more?

  “Go right ahead!” Piper shouted. Feeling frustrated with herself, she charged through the crowd to the center of the dance floor. She might’ve given her blessing to Elise, yet that didn’t mean she wanted to stick around, watching her supposed best friend hitting it off with Teagan.

  She got lost in the music pretty fast, closing her eyes as she swayed to the beat. There were a lot of bodies around her but, in her mind, she was alone. She’d taken ballet lessons as a young girl, before her father had picked up his meth habit. Those were some of her best memories. She had adored letting the music transport her somewhere else, away from the nightmare that her life would one day become.

  It was doing the same at the moment.

  She forgot about all her woes, except one. As always, Teagan dominated her thoughts, and she found herself fantasizing about him joining her on the dance floor, rubbing his crotch on her ass as they moved to the dirty rhythm blaring out of the speakers. Her imagination was so vivid, that she swore she could feel him right behind her.

  Spinning on her heels, she opened her eyes and froze. Unless she was asleep and dreaming, Teagan was, in fact, with her. They maintained eye-contact for what seemed like a lifetime, as if daring the other to blink first.

  Opting to take life in her own hands for once, she pulled him closer and smashed their mouths together. His arms locked around her waist, drawing her so close that she could feel his heart thudding on her right breast. Or was that only the beat of the song?

  She didn’t give a fuck. Teagan was kissing her back!

  Parting her lips, she moaned—though no one could hear it—as his tongue snaked inside, prompting hers into a dance that had her dizzy and hot in an instant. She clutched the back of his head, terrified that he’ll end it before she was ready to let him go. She had a suspicion she wouldn’t be able to.

  She became aware of something hard poking her stomach. She deepened the kiss and rolled her hips to the tempo of the music, inwardly freaking out when he did the same. Shit, this was better than all of her fantasies combined! It was actually happening!

  Teagan’s hands scoured to the small of her back… lower… to the curve of her ass. Once there, his grip strengthened, became forceful, as he clutched her. She sensed tension in his broad shoulders, as if he was warring with himself, refraining from doing something inappropriate.

  Piper stood on tiptoes and sucked his tongue, wanting more than he was giving her. She didn’t care that she was still a virgin. She would drop to her knees and start praying to a different God if it meant that he would go all the way tonight.

  Something in him snapped. The one second they were still trying to devour each other and the next he was dragging her through the crowd to heaven-alone-knew-where. Piper didn’t notice any of the people they passed: her focus was exclusively on Teagan and this raging lust. She’s kissed a lot of boys, but none who made her feel like this.

  She inwardly disputed whether anyone else ever will. Her odds didn’t look good.

  Her ears rang as Teagan closed them off in a deserted VIP section, shutting the velvet curtains behind him. She watched him warily, unsure of what he was thinking.

  “Tell me something,” he said, his chest heaving. He had coral lipstick stains on and around his mouth, but his appearance seemed to be the least of his concerns. “Would you have done that if it wasn’t me?”

  Her desire made her braver. Or more stupid, depending which way she looked at it. “Teagan, you’re the only man I want to do that to, ever.”

  That green gaze had her hypnotized. “You mean that.”

  “Jeez, how can you not tell?” She lifted the back of her hand to her damp forehead. “I’ve been so obvious. Mysie could tell the second she saw me with you.”

  “Piper, shit.”

  Why was he standing so far away from her? She frowned at the distance. “What?”

  “I didn’t want it to happen like this, but you’re making it impossible to think straight.” He shoved his hand through his hair and groaned. “I want you too much.”

  Her brain was putting the puzzle together. “Is this because of the virginity thing?”

  “What do you think?” he countered thickly.

  “Teagan,” she laughed, shaking her head, “do you think I give a fuck where I lose it, as long as it’s with you?”

  He was doing a damn fine job imitating a statue at the moment. It took a while before he moved forward, grabbing her shoulders. “Say it again.”

  “I want you,” she grinned as she fisted his leather cut in her hands, “to fuck me right here, right now.”

  “I’m afraid that you’ll end up regretting this.”

  Annoyed, she pushed him onto the couch and straddled him. “Less talking.”

  “Piper, you sure this is your first time?” he asked, laughing in surprise when she began attacking the buttons of his shirt.

  “Am I supposed to be blushing and waiting for you to take the lead?” She rolled her eyes, whooping once his chest was exposed. She ignored his amused chuckles. She was a woman on a mission. “If that’s the case, we’ll be here the whole night, and I just don’t have that kind of time.”

  “You know what you want. I knew there was a reason why I love you.”

  Stunned, she stared a
t him. “Wait, what?”

  “Don’t get all sentimental on me now, angel,” he said teasingly, flipping her onto her back as if she weighed nothing. “I thought you wanted to get this virginity business out of the way.”

  “Teagan—”

  “Yes, I love you,” he interjected. His hand dove under her dress and divested her of her underwear. He stared at it and shook his head, stuffing it into the front pocket of his jeans. He spread her knees apart and leaned down. “Is there something wrong with that?”

  “I can’t believe your mother was—” His mouth on her sex had her swallowing the rest of what she’d been about to say. “Oh!”

  “Don’t talk about my mother right now,” he chuckled, resuming the torturous way he was licking and sucking her clit. He growled at the back of his throat as he increased the pressure, his teeth lightly grazing her sensitive flesh. “Fuck, you taste amazing.”

  Piper rocked her crotch into his face, seeking more friction. She curled her fingers around his hair and rested her heels on his back. Jesus, he had a talented mouth! Already, she could feel an orgasm flowering in her womb. She was no stranger to masturbation, but nothing had prepared her for this.

  Teagan was everything she’s ever wished for, and then some.

  “Cum for me, angel.”

  His command, his breath on her core… His tongue and lips on her clit… She didn’t have a gentle release. No, it ripped through her, leaving her forever changed. She hoped that he would be the only man ever to go down on her.

  “So sexy,” he murmured, nibbling the skin on her inner thigh. He slowly lifted his torso, keeping her calves hooked over his shoulders. His gaze was riveted on the apex of her legs. “All mine.”

  “Just yours,” she panted. “Teagan, please, don’t make me wait.”

  “Stay like this.” His one hand unzipped his fly while the other went to his backside. His cock sprang free as he retrieved his wallet and took a condom out. At her raised eyebrow, he smiled boyishly. “I was hoping.”

  She couldn’t avoid eye-contact with his glorious erection for too long, though. Like a moth drawn to the flames, she gazed at it. It was quite thick, and she had no idea how he was ever going to fit. “I can see that.”

  “Can’t blame a man.” He ripped the foil open and removed the condom, rolling it over his erection. “After seeing your underwear collection, I was willing to do whatever it took to get you naked. If I’d known it would be as easy as dancing with you—”

  “Please stop talking,” she giggled, arching her back to rub her core over the head of his dick. “We don’t have time for the sappy stuff.”

  “Right you are.” His face grew solemn. “This might hurt.”

  “I’m banking on it.” And yet, despite her bravado, she could never have guessed just how much.

  Teagan dipped an inch into her, then one more. The veins in his neck bulged at the effort it took for him to hold back. “Here we go,” he mumbled, pulling back a little and plunging inside, past her virgin barrier.

  “Oh my God!” she gulped. She was spread out, her knees next to his face, trying to release her constrained muscles. “Is that all?”

  “No, angel,” he replied softly. “Do you want me to stop?”

  “Hell no.” Experimentally, she tilted her hips, gasping when this forced him in further. “Oh God, you feel so… big! Will you fit?”

  “Trust me.” His hands held her ass in the air and his fingers massaged her flesh. “Fuck, you’re so wet for me, angel. Do you like to feel me in your pussy?”

  Never in her life had she expected to respond positively to dirty talk. She bit her bottom lip and threw her head back, bucking against him. “I love feeling your cock in me,” she wheezed, clutching him with her inner muscles, afraid that he would pull out.

  “And do you like this?” He surged into her, forcing her to accept all of him. “Do you like me going so deep that my balls are against your ass?”

  Her nipples tightened and she grabbed her breasts, desperate for something to hold on to while he thrust in and out of her. He was so enormous, narrowing her focus to the sensation of his cock sliding through untried territory. “Yes!” she yelled. She tugged at her nipples, loving how the material of her flimsy bra and dress chafed them.

  “That’s so hot, angel,” he informed her. He wrapped an arm over her thighs, changing his angle as he pounded into her. “I’m taking you home after this and fucking you, skin to skin.”

  “Oh God, yes!” Her scalp was prickling and her eyes fluttered open. Could she really be on the way to…? She shifted her gaze to his, watched the strain on his face, the way his jaw clenched every time he was sheathed in her, and it was enough to propel her right into another orgasm. “Fuck, Teagan!”

  He didn’t slow down his assault. “That’s it, angel. Cum hard.”

  Because he was hitting her G-spot while she climaxed, she could sense one more—albeit smaller—release right around the corner. He seemed to be about to reach completion, too, and she tensed, praying that she would do her favorite erotic novels proud and join him.

  “My pussy,” Teagan grunted, unravelling in front of her eyes.

  That did it. Her third orgasm claimed her, leaving her limp as his cock jerked in the pulsing grip of her core. “Oh my God!” She breathed shallowly as she waited for her heartbeat to slow down. Was she on her way to cardiac arrest?

  “Fuck me gently.” His voice was hoarse as he loosened his hold on her thighs. “I want to stay in you forever, angel.”

  “I don’t think I’ll mind that.” She dropped her legs to the couch, wincing when this forced his softening member out of her. “I can’t believe I just had sex with someone who’s not even my boyfriend.”

  He burst out laughing. “Piper, I am. You’re not doing this with another man. Ever.”

  “That’s very presumptuous of you,” she said, beaming at him.

  “Like you, I know what I want.”

  “That’s good news.” She stretched with a cat-that-got-all-the-cream grin. “Hey, I just realized something. Cin planned this.”

  “Damn, she’s good. I should’ve known. Regrets?”

  “Not today,” Piper joked. “But that depends whether you’ll make good on your promise of a repeat performance or not.”

  He pulled his shirt off and handed it over. “Use that to clean up,” he instructed, donning his cut and fastening his jeans. “And on second thought, I’ll book us into a hotel. I don’t want my parents walking in on us.”

  “You should get your own place.”

  “Now that I have an old lady, that’s next on my to-do list.”

  And, as she wiped her virgin blood on Teagan’s expensive shirt, Piper made a mental note to thank Cinnia for this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. She might not have been lucky enough to be born in the Raptors club, but she felt like her life purpose was being Teagan’s old lady.

  She looked forward to wearing his patch.

  Chapter Twelve

  “Cin, you still with me?”

  She opened her eyes with difficulty. She was lying on her stomach, topless, while Brennan went to work on the intricate tattoo on her back. There were swarms of people all around them, stopping at Brennan’s stand every once in a while to see him and Jonah work on their client’s designs.

  “Hmm, I’m here,” she mumbled. Once her adrenaline had kicked in, she hadn’t found the process painful at all. Sure, there were parts that were more sensitive than the others, but overall it was turning out to be a pleasurable experience.

  “I’m done with the outline.” Brennan rubbed over her skin with an anti-septic wipe. “We can take a fifteen-minute break. I want you to drink some fizz.”

  She laughed softly. “I’m hardly in the position for you to get kinky, Bren.”

  “You know what I mean. Need help getting up?”

  “I think I’m good.” She clutched the sheet in front of her chest and sat up, yawning. She glanced at him over her shoulder. “How’s it look
ing?”

  “Great,” he replied. “Your skin’s taking it very well.”

  “Must be ‘cause you often abuse me,” she teased. “Take a picture and show me?”

  “Already on it.”

  Cinnia reached for her bottle of soda, taking a few deep gulps. “I’m hungry.”

  “We can go get you something to eat at the stands,” he suggested, stopping in front of her and handing his phone over. “There.”

  She stared at the screen in amazement. He’d done a fine job of integrating the tattoos she already had—the sparrows along her spine, the sun between her shoulder blades and the griffon on her hip—in his drawing. When he’d unveiled it to her a week ago, she had fallen in love with it instantly. There were complicated swirls of filigree linking her three tattoos together, spanning diagonally over her back, while bringing in new elements, such as Native American feathers, the profile of a wolf and the Raptors crest, which rested on her left shoulder blade, like everyone else’s.

  The furious eagle had its wings spread wide. Below its beak, the words “Raptors MC” were displayed proudly, with a dagger replacing the “T”. She was amazed at the amount of detail he’d been able to capture in such a short amount of time. From afar, it looked like one continuous piece of art while, close up, one could distinguish between the different parts.

  “Wow, Bren,” she murmured. “You’re incredible.”

  “I can’t wait to start shading.” He had an excited glimmer in his eyes, clearly in his element. “If all goes well, we’ll finish most of it today. I’ll have to do the rest once you’ve healed.”

  “Sounds good.”

  “You won’t be able to sleep on your back for a while.”

  She grinned and stood to kiss him. “Then I guess it’s a good thing they invented positions such as the cowgirl and doggy style.”

  “Tease.” He held her face in his hands when she tried to pull away, running his tongue over her bottom lip. “Come on, let’s get you some food.”

  Careful to keep the sheet from exposing her breasts, she linked the fingers of her one hand with his and followed him to the food court. The place was packed, but one of the Raptors’ members was manning one of the stands and motioned them to the front.