by Lane Hart
Nolan
Here I am, standing at the foot of the bed with Rita, about to do exactly what I said I would never do again.
Of course I want her. Not a day has gone by when I haven’t wanted her, despite everything.
It’s a relief to know that she never really abandoned me. No, I think I let the past taint my perception of her. But Rita isn’t Brooke, the little bitch I went to prison for after I stole her daddy’s car when I was young and stupid.
I was too quick to think the worst, and it cost both of us five long, miserable years.
And now, well, does it even matter that she missed me too and still wants me?
I can have her tonight, sure. Then, in a day or two, she’ll up and leave town to start her new life and I’ll stay here. Why would I torture myself with more memories of being happy with Rita when they won’t last?
Because I’m a masochist, just as she once accused me of all those years ago.
No matter how much it will hurt to let her go, I will, even though I wish she could stay here with me forever.
I’ll just have to take what I can get, which is tonight.
Finally, I release Rita’s hand, allowing her to pop the button on my jeans and pull the zipper down.
Whatever thoughts I had about taking this slow, savoring every second, disappears when her hand wraps around me.
My mouth crashes down on hers, and then it’s a race to get all of our clothes off as fast as possible. My boots are the trickiest, but Rita is ready to take care of them when she kneels down in front of me and unties the laces while at the same time her mouth teases my cock. Damn, the woman is one hell of a multitasker. I had forgotten that about her.
“Fuck, you make me crazy,” I tell her as her mouth works me over. She skips right over the teasing licks and goes straight to deep throating me.
And while her mouth feels amazing on me, I don’t want our first time in five years to end this way, with me the only one getting relief.
No, I want to try and make Rita forget every man she’s been with since the morning I left her bed.
“Condom. Wallet. Now,” I demand.
Rita doesn’t waste time locating the rubber, then helping me out of my shoes and pants.
I’m too close to coming, so before her mouth finds me again, I yank Rita back up to her feet. Only when she’s standing before me again in nothing but her little black thong do I remember the bedroom door is still open.
I glance over at the door, then to her before making the decision. Instead of leaving her for even those two seconds, I pick her up by her thighs, letting those long, beautiful legs wrap around my waist so I can take her with me to the door, shutting and locking it. Then I can barely make it back to the bed, laying her on the mattress.
Having this amazing woman in my arms again is a dream come true.
“The first time is going to be hard and fast,” I warn her as I slip my fingers between us to make sure she’s good and wet. “But then I’m going to lick your pussy for hours, milking every drop of pleasure from you that I can get.”
“Yes! Do it,” Rita urges. “I’m ready.”
“Fuck, yes, you are,” I agree. I have to move off of her to get the condom on. Ripping the foil wrapper with my teeth, I get the rubber out and roll it down my shaft in record-breaking time.
Then I’m back on her. My hands start at her breasts and work their way down, wanting to touch every inch of her at the same time.
“Nolan, please!” she demands while wrapping her legs around my waist to get our lower bodies closer, making me grin.
Taking my length in my hand, I fist it by the base and start feeding it inside of her. In a split second, I’m sliding all the way inside of that tight, wet, heat unlike any other. I know she hasn’t been celibate all these years, but you couldn’t tell that by the way her body squeezes around me like an untouched virgin. I hold still, giving her time to adjust to my invasion. “God, I’ve missed you,” I tell her again as I capture her lips in a bruising kiss. My fingers weave through hers and pin them both beside her head.
Rita kisses me back while her body wiggles underneath me, trying to make me move. “Show me, Nolan!” she demands.
So, I do.
I fuck her so hard the bed bangs against the wall loudly. Hell, the whole house may be shaking from my urgent thrusts as I bury my face in her neck, inhaling her sweet rose and vanilla scent before kissing her there to taste it.
“Yes, yes, yes!” Rita cries in encouragement, her fingers squeezing my hands tighter either in pleasure or pain.
After all these years, I just want tonight to be as good for her as it is for me.
Based on the way her head is thrown back, eyes closed, lips parted between gasps and moans, I’m thinking it is.
Then her body locks down tight around my cock, holding me prisoner inside of her as the pleasurable pulses start in her pussy and work their way through her, making her legs quiver and the rest of her sexy body shake.
Rita
Being in Nolan’s arms again feels amazing. And no matter how exhausted I am, I don’t want to miss a moment with him tonight. Sleep is overrated. We’ve spent too many nights apart. I want to know everything about him, except he doesn’t seem very interested in talking after we both begin to recover from the amazing round of sex.
No, he apparently meant what he said about going down on me for hours.
“Nolan!” I exclaim in embarrassment when his body slides down mine until his face is between my legs.
“Tell me you didn’t miss my tongue and I’ll stop,” he says, holding my eyes while the body part in question snakes out, licking briefly over my swollen bundle of nerves before retreating.
“Please don’t stop,” I whisper, giving in, losing all sense of modesty because it feels too damn good.
I get lost in the pleasure of his lips, tongue, and fingers, doing I don’t know what all to make my body shudder with the best, most explosive orgasms in my life.
They come one right after another, or maybe it’s a long one that doesn’t stop.
Either way, the shivers of pleasure go on and on until I can’t move a limb. The best I can do is locate and pat the top of his dark head before my eyes fall shut. “I can’t…no more…”
“You tapping out already? It’s only been…forty-five minutes.” I can hear the smile in his voice.
“Can’t move…” I tell him, my eyes refusing to open again.
Sometime later, feeling comes back into my arms, although my legs are still tingling. Hair tickles my cheek, and I realize my head is resting on Nolan’s chest. I don’t remember seeing him lie down. His arm is wrapped around me snugly, holding me to him as his slow and steady breaths make his chest rise and fall underneath my head.
“Are you awake?” I whisper.
“Uh-huh.”
“That was…I had forgotten how good we were together,” I tell him.
“I hadn’t.”
Okay, so maybe I just tried to forget.
“What have you been doing for the last five years?” I ask as I press my lips to his chest. “Other than being in prison for two of them, I mean.”
Nolan makes a grumbly noise that I feel vibrate through him. “Riding my bike, hanging with the guys, mostly just trying to stop thinking about you.”
I smile at his grumpy words that could be taken two ways. I prefer the way that means he couldn’t stop thinking about me.
“I couldn’t forget you either,” I admit. “I tried. Especially those first few weeks. I called you every shitty name in the book, wanting to make you a villain. Cory probably remembers my ranting. And never once did he say anything…”
“Let’s just try and forget that. We’ve both apologized, but neither of us did anything wrong. It was all just a misunderstanding that I want to forget.”
“Yeah,” I agree, even if I find it hard for him to just forget his time locked up.
Pushing my hair away from my shoulder so he can rub it, he asks, �
�What have you been doing for the past five years?”
“The same thing I’ve been doing forever,” I mutter. “Working. Every day just like the one before. My life feels like that movie, Groundhog’s Day. I wake up, go to the office, nap during lunch, leave to go home to change clothes and then stay on my feet for seven or eight hours serving beers. The only variations from one day or night to the next was the amount of tips I made or if the copier machine broke and caused havoc.”
“That sounds awful,” Nolan says.
“It was. I’m really glad to be given this chance to start over, to do something different for the first time since I can remember…”
“Yeah, I get it. That’s why I loved being a nomad, never staying in one place for too long, riding from one place to another.”
“Why did you give that up? Your patch is different now. It has Myrtle Beach on it.”
“When I got out of prison, I had to give my probation officer a permanent address, one where I could be at the drop of a hat for a random inspection to make sure I didn’t have any contraband, like drugs or guns. The Myrtle Beach crew was looking to increase their numbers, so Hugo, Abel, and I put in a transfer and were accepted here.”
“And now you’re miserable because you can’t roam the highways, and that’s my fault too?”
“No, it’s not your fault,” he says, giving my shoulder a squeeze. “And I haven’t been miserable. The MC has been full of excitement the past few years.”
“Yeah? You’re not just saying that so I won’t feel even more guilty?”
“I mean it. Hugo and Abel don’t seem to mind much either. We’re getting older, can’t drink as much as we used to without feeling like shit the next day or two. Instead of partying, we play pool, fix up our bikes, keep our heads down.”
“That doesn’t sound bad at all.”
“It’s not, Cherry Pie,” he agrees. “But it would’ve been better with you.”
Chapter Nineteen
Nolan
One night and day with Rita doesn’t even begin to make up for the five years we were apart, even if we did fuck so much my dick is nearly raw. It was worth the pain.
But all too soon, the sun comes up, and there’s a knock on the bedroom door.
“Reece is here with the documents,” Abel says through the wood.
“I’ll be right out,” I reply. I quickly roll out of bed and start getting dressed, grabbing my tee to pull it over my head in a hurry. I’ve only met the IT genius a few times before, but I do know you don’t ever keep one of the original Savage Kings waiting.
“Who is here?” Rita asks as she wakes up, stretching her arms above her head, drawing my eye to the sheets sliding down the front of her body, revealing her pale breasts, hickeys the size of her nipples all over both of them.
Fucking hell. Will I ever be able to look at the woman and not want her so bad it hurts?
“Ah, Reece put together your new identity,” I explain while zipping my jeans at the same time I shove my feet into my boots without socks. “I’ll be right back.”
“Okay, good,” she says, rolling to her side, her hands curled around her pillow, looking like an angel with her strawberry blonde strands draped over her bare shoulder.
“You want me to bring you something to eat?” I ask as I slip my arms through my leather cut.
“No. I just want you,” she says with a smile that I return.
“Same, baby,” I tell her, leaning over the bed to give her a swift kiss on the lips. “Keep that sweet Cherry Pie of yours warm so I can feast on it some more when I get back.”
“Nolan!” she exclaims, her face turning a bright shade of red before I force my feet to walk away.
A moment later, I’m downstairs, coming face to face with not just Reece, the former military man looking ready for war, but also, Torin, the tall, commanding presence demanding respect since he’s the original club’s president, and his brother Chase, the VP, nearly the same size as his older brother with his reddish-brown beard longer than ever.
“Damn. The Fury brothers are making house calls now? To what do I owe this honor?” I blurt out before I can help myself, making Hugo cover up his snicker with a cough from where he’s standing off to the side of the living room with Abel and the prospects behind them. The prospects have stars in their eyes, like they’re meeting superheroes.
“We’re in town for a few days to make sure there’s no fallout with the Rebel Henchmen. Roman put us up in one of the beach houses,” Torin says with a grin as he holds out his palm for me to shake it, followed by Chase, and then Reece, who squeezes my hand like it’s a test and a threat all at the same time.
Shit. Roman thinks we need the original Kings for backup? Either the man is being paranoid, or I’ve gravely underestimated the danger.
“Here’s the driver’s license, birth certificate, and social security card the woman will need if she plans to leave town,” Reece says, holding out a large, sealed envelope to me. “But since you reek of sex, maybe she’s going to stay?”
“Oh, well, ah, I’m not sure yet,” I admit to him.
“That detail will mean the difference in telling the Henchmen we don’t know where she is and to fuck off or killing them all,” Reece says.
Fuck. I haven’t had time to think this all through. If Rita stays around here, Leroy and his crew will just keep coming back looking for her.
“Didn’t think about that, did you?” Reece asks.
“It’s just…I didn’t think there would be more than one option.”
“Figure it out and let us know,” Torin says, as if the difference in killing a group of men or not is no different than deciding what to have for dinner.
“I will,” I assure them. “Sorry about the mess and the confusion.”
“Shit happens,” Torin says with a slap of his hand to my shoulder. “We’ve all taken risks for the women we love. Just don’t take too long to figure everything out.”
“Okay,” I agree.
“Roman knows how to reach us,” Chase says with a nod of his chin goodbye. “Stay safe.”
“Thanks,” I tell them again as they head out the door. The guys and I follow them to the porch, watching as they mount their Harleys and ride off.
“They are so fucking cool,” Jake says.
“Cool?” Hugo huffs. “Those men are stone cold killers, boy. And you better believe they’ll take you out without batting an eye if there’s ever even a hint of disloyalty. You hear me, prospects?”
“Yes, sir,” Lucas and Jake both say in understanding.
Roman runs a tight ship and all, but it’s a good reminder for the prospects to see the Kings responsible for holding the entire MC across twenty different chapters together. It takes a specific balance of brutality and brains to pull that shit off.
And I never thought for a second that those men would take time out of their lives to come down and help me protect the naked woman in the bed upstairs.
Now, I have to leave an enormous decision up to her. I won’t make the same mistake as before by assuming anything. I’ll lay out the choice and the consequences for her, then stand by whatever decision she makes, even if I wish I could convince her to stay.
Rita
“I’ve got everything you need for your new identity,” Nolan says when he comes back into the bedroom, his eyes lowering to the items in an envelope. “Renee Barton. Easy enough.”
“Renee?” I repeat. “That’s not too bad.”
Nolan finally looks over to me, noticing my wet hair pulled up in a tight bun from the quick shower I took while he was downstairs. There are still a few droplets of water on my shoulders, and that’s the only thing on me as I lay stretched out on the bed.
“Damn, baby,” Nolan says. “You’re making this really fucking hard.”
“What do you mean?” I ask, frowning at his serious tone.
“This,” he says, holding up the envelope without his eyes ever leaving my body. “You’ve got a decision to make.
Either leave with the new ID and shit or…stay.”
“Stay?” I repeat. “I didn’t know that was an option.”
“I didn’t think you would want to,” he says when he tosses the envelope on the nightstand beside the bed to crawl up on the mattress, covering me from head to toe with his much larger body. His knees are braced on either side of my legs, his palms beside my head to hold his weight off of me. I smile up at him since he’s still fully clothed, shoes and all while I’m naked.
His lips crash down on mine, kissing me deeply and warming up my body with the need for him again before he pulls away with a curse.
“If you leave, Leroy won’t be able to find you with the new name,” Nolan tells me. “But if you stay…”
“He won’t leave you or the MC alone?” I finish for him.
“They’ll all have to die,” he says simply.
“Die?” I repeat, the earlier warmth disappearing as the chill in the air makes me shiver.
“That’s the only long-term solution,” Nolan explains. “I could lie to you, sugarcoat it, but I don’t want to have any more secrets between us.”
“I don’t either,” I agree. I consider these two options for a moment, then ask, “If I leave…
“Yeah?” Nolan asks through clenched teeth.
“You can’t come with me?”
“No. I wish I could, but…I can’t ask the MC to fight my battles when I’m not around. Besides, I’m still on probation. If I go a week without talking to the PO, I’ll be a wanted man.”
“You’re still on probation?” I say in surprise.
“Yeah.”
“Nothing is ever easy, is it?” I ask with a sigh.
“No, I guess not.”
If I leave, no one will die, but I won’t be able to be with Nolan. If I stay, lots of men die, which could come back on Nolan and his friends. One of them could even be hurt or killed. Almost as bad, Nolan might get thrown back in prison for good…
“I’ll go,” I tell him softly, biting my bottom lip to keep from begging him to come with me. He said he can’t. And I won’t let him make any more sacrifices for me.
