by K. J. Dahlen
Chloe whimpered as she arched her back and pushed her ass out to me. “Please, Jax? Please fuck me?”
How could I resist such a plea? I fisted my cock with my soap covered hand a few strokes then rinsed it off before pushing it deep inside her tight, hot pussy. Pulling her back by her sopping hair, I held her by one hip pounding my cock into her.
She stood up on the tips of her toes, as she was much shorter than me. She cried out loudly as I fucked her deeper and harder. “Oh fuuccck,” she whispered as she gripped the towel rack with both hands.
My balls slapped against her pussy hard nearly spanking her ass like my hand just did. Groaning, I let my head fall back. Being inside her was ecstasy. Fucking her was better than any high I’d ever had. The water streamed over my head as I looked down admiring her ass as my cock thrust in and out of her. She gripped me so tightly it took my breath away.
“I-I’m going to come,” she whispered breathlessly.
I slapped her ass again. “Come on my cock like a good little captive,” I ordered.
She hesitated a moment then her body clenched as her tight sheath tightened around my cock. “Ooohh, I’m coming.” She moaned helplessly her hands almost slipping from the towel rack.
I held onto her to keep her connected to me where she belonged. As her pussy grabbed hard around my length I gasped as I felt myself coming too. I filled her with my cream watching as long strands of white poured out of her when I pulled out. The shower stream washed it away down the drain. My mouth found hers as the water poured over us. “I love you,” I whispered cupping her face. This statement even shocked me. I hadn’t known it would slip out. But it was fucking true. I’d loved her for years. It hadn’t been just a responsibility. No, I yearned to have her for my own.
Chloe looked back at me from her forward position up against the tiles. “I love you, too.”
I pulled out and turned her around.
She was laughing now. “You are serious about this?”
I nodded as I lowered myself down and tell her to spread those pretty thighs for me again.
She complied.
I washed her all over and even played with her swollen clit again.
“God, Jax!” she exclaimed.
I peered up at her. “What is it baby?”
She was grinning and shaking her head.
“I mean it. I even turned my phone off, sweetness.” I lifted her up to the shower spray and started to wash her hair. “Little captives need care too,” I teased.
CHAPTER FIVE
Dino
The place came into view. The massive building was reminiscent of an Old Victorian mansion with a high peaked roof, large windows and pale blue coloring with white trim.
“It’s gorgeous. Weird name though, Sweetheart’s Inn.” Rose frowned.
“Yeah, weird. Let’s see if we can get a room.”
We got off the bike, and I wrapped my arm around her waist, pulling her to me. I couldn’t tell if she was road weary or letting me in. Either way…I’d take it. We stepped inside, and my attention was drawn to the massive fireplace across the room. A red old timey couch sats in front of it and on the opposite side, I spotted a wooden staircase.
A middle-aged woman in a crisp white button up and a severe ponytail pulled back from her oval face, gave us a shaky smile. “Can I help you?”
I could see the unease in her large brown eyes. She see’s me as a biker. Hell, I know what I looked like to civilians. Tats and all muscle, wearing my cut and all. “Yes, we were looking to rent a room for the evening. We heard great things.”
“Oh, we happen to have one left. The Romeo and Juliette Suite.”
“What?” Rose muttered.
“We’ll take it.” I offered up the credit card Bruno had supplied me with.
She quickly checked us in. “Your room is the one on the very end. 416.” She slid over an old fashioned key. “If you need anything at all, my name is Ruby. Dinner will be served in the dining room promptly at six o’clock, but there is a steak house about fifteen minutes up the road if you’re interested.”
“Thank you, Ruby,” I replied politely, guiding Rose away from the front desk.
“Where did you bring me?” she asked looking suspicious about this whole thing.
“I don’t know, but we’re about to find out together.”
“You swear you didn’t know about this place?”
“How could I?” I asked. “You were the one in trouble and I just rode east is all.”
“Hmm.” She still looked doubtful
I smirked. Hell, I couldn’t have planned it better. But I didn’t plan any of this and she should realize that shit. We climbed the steep stairs and walked down a hallway with a red rug that ran down the middle. They paid attention to details here. It was like we stepped back in time.
“This place is nice,” she noted.
“Agreed. Let’s hope it’s not full of thugs.”
“You would say that,” she dryly replied.
“Don’t worry, I’ll protect you.” I pulled her closer.
Rose shook her head. “You are too much, Thunder.”
I wanted to see where our boundaries were. I know she’d just went legit, but I’ll bet I could get her to wickedness real quick if I played this right. She didn’t protest, and I couldn’t help but feel like I was one step closer to her surrender. We’re locked in a battle, and while I might lose a skirmish, I had to win the war. Yes, this all had become a lot more to me since I saw her being harmed by those gorillas. Months of thinking about having her had become something else now.
I opened the door.
“Holy shit!” she exclaimed.
“Uh, yeah,” I muttered taking in the emblazoned tapestries on the wall, the massive four poster bed in the red and gold theme, along with the huge bathtub. It was the nicest room I’d ever seen in my life. I glanced down at my cut and faded jeans, dusty from the road. I didn’t fit in here. I gazed at the soft expression on her face and pushed my discomfort aside.
“We don’t have to stay here if you don’t want,” she suggested, as she saw the look on my face.
“You like it?”
She tilted her head back and peered up at me through long lashes. “Yes, it’s beautiful.”
“Then we’re staying,” I stated firmly as I turned and headed into the bathroom. Taking my jacket off, I carefully pulled away the bloodied shirt. Next, I tugged my tee-shirt off. It hurt a bit but it wasn’t so bad. Lord knows, I’d suffered worse ten times over in the years I’d run with the MC’s. I suddenly remembered one time someone tried to take Bruno out several years back and Jax stood beside me as we literally protected Bruno with our bodies like fucking flesh shields. Jax took one to the shoulder like the wound I had now. I took three bullets and was laid up for two weeks. None of them hit anything vital but it hurt like fuck for a long time. Yeah, this little scratch was nothing.
“Oh, my god!” Rose whispered from the doorway.
I glanced over at her as I dropped the bloodied tee-shirt into the sink “It’s not so bad.”
Her face paled as she stepped into the bathroom. “I didn’t even know.”
I stared at her then looked back down at the wound. “Really, it looks worse than it is.”
She grabbed a wash cloth. “Here let me.” She turned on the faucet and wiped around the wound.
“Thank you.”
She rolled he eyes. “You’re one I should thank. You took a bullet for me.” Her gaze rose up to meet my eyes. “No one has ever done that.”
I didn’t think it was that big a deal, so I joked, “So. I’m your first?”
Her eyes widened.
I laughed.
“Not hardly,” she whispered as she fixed her gaze on my wound and cleaned it up more. “But yeah, the first to take a bullet for me. Yes.” Her expression became shuttered again.
I could feel her pulling away again. “What are you afraid of? What did those men want?”
She shook her
head.
“Look. I did take a bullet and while it’s not a big deal, I killed a man too. So, I’m in this now. You need to tell me what we’re up against here.”
Her big green eyes rose up to mine. “Yes, you’re right. But you aren’t going to like it much.”
I shrugged and grabbed her hand setting the cloth down. “I already don’t. So I might as well know all of it. Those two smelled like mob to me.”
Her eyes rounded. “How did you know?”
I shrugged. “I can tell.”
She bit at her lip as she hesitated.
I wanted to bite her lip too, but I needed to clear this up first.
“My name is Bella Rose Bianchi.”
My brows furrowed. “Bianchi?” The name made me feel worse than the wound did. I knew that name and it wasn’t a friendly association.
She nodded and took a deep breath then let it out. “I ran away a year ago from my family.”
I got a tight feeling in my chest and it wasn’t from the bullet hole. “Al Bianchi?” The name rang bell now, the big guy had said to her that ‘it would be up to Al to deal with her.’ “You’re related to fucking Bruno?”
She nodded. “I-I’m technically his niece. Um, Charlie’s daughter, but not one he truly recognized.” A flame glowed in her eyes for a moment.
“The Bianchi family.” I let out an uneasy breath. “I shot one of their henchmen.”
She nods again. “Their head guy, Thunder.”
“Fuck!” I swore loudly.
“I-I didn’t think they’d find me.”
I laughed. “The mafia finds whoever they want to find. Shit, I gotta call Bruno—”
“NO!” she shouted.
I slowly looked over at her. “And why not?”
“Do you wanna start a war?”
I shook my head and smirked. “Haven’t I already?”
“No. But if they find out you are with Bruno…and you killed Vicindi…”
I took a step back. “The Defender? Vicindi?” I felt a bit of fear now. “That was who I shot?” Fuck, fuck, fuck. He was the Bianchi’s family hitman, problem solver, head of all the factions, big shot.
“I-I’m so sorry, but I had no idea you were even there…” Her voice faded away. “…and how come you were anyways?”
I shrugged. “I just had to see you.”
Her eyes narrowed. “Well then, why didn’t you go to the Border MC ?”
Okay, well here, I needed to tell the truth. “I had you checked out. Or well, I—”
She spread her hands out to my hard chest and pushed me.
“Hey!” I feigned injury by grabbing my shoulder.
Her eyes grew big, as she looked concerned.
I dropped my hands. “It’s okay. I’m kidding. Um, I kept tabs on you.”
“From jail?” she asked.
I flinched at this. “Yes. But I didn’t do that crime.”
Rose scoffed. “That’s what they all say.”
I felt a bit angry. “Listen little girl. I don’t lie, I don’t cheat and I do not murder.”
She sighed. “Well, now because of you following me, you have killed someone that…well, they will turn over every rock to find me now.”
I suddenly felt a little sorry for her. “So, you were in the MC to hide?”
She nodded.
“But then you got out. You didn’t like being well….a—”
“A slut?” she exclaimed. “An MC whore?”
I took a step back. “Hey, now. I didn’t mean—”
“I was forced to do a few men, but mostly I got away with distracting them by getting them drunk and I did have to fuck but a few… But those I liked. I never did one that I disliked. There were a few I slipped mickeys to so they would pass out.” She shuddered. “Those few weren’t my choice.”
I thought back to the first time I saw her at the Border Patrol compound. Yes, that guy looked as if he were forcing her. I wish I’d known.
She looked angry for some reason now. Shoving her breasts up against my chest, she ranted, “Isn’t that why you were interested in me in the first place? To see if I would…” Tears filled her eyes.
I grabbed her up. “Yes god dammit, yes! But not like you think. I could have many women, any I want. I just haven’t wanted one since I laid eyes on you, six fucking months ago. All I’ve thought about was you.”
Her eyes rounded as her mouth popped open.
I lowered my lips and took that mouth. I’d wondered what she tasted like all this time and as soon as her flavor hit my tongue, I swear I snapped. I wanted to devour her—her sweet flavor hit me and rushed to my head like champagne bubbles. There was something inherently good about her. I’d known this all along, despite her playing the part of an MC sweetbutt. Her tongue brushed up against mine and I growled.
Her eyes dilated as her gaze filled with lust.
I kept kissing her, tangling with her tongue until we were both breathless. I pulled away a bit. I could practically smell her arousal. I glanced down and saw her nipples straining against the silk material of her blouse. Her breathing was ragged.
She’s feeling this too.
Her continued defiance had gotten under my skin though. I now know she’d wanted me like I did her and she kept denying it because I was MC. “I’ve tried to play the gentleman card, but I don’t think that’s what you need.” I leaned forward until I was drowning in her eyes and our lips brushed again. I pulled her body to me and gripped her thighs lifting her up against the wall. She wrapped her legs around me and dug her nails into my shoulders. I captured her mouth again and groaned. I just had to have more. Her lips were smooth and pliant. Our tongues battled for dominance and I tilted my head to deepen the connection of our mouths. I’m hard as a rock and leaking pre-cum like a teenager having a wet dream. I grind into her center, wanting inside. She gasped and I swallowed the sound down. I wanted every part of her. She rolled her hips and my dick twitched.
We parted for air.
I had her now. She wanted this as much I did. “I need to feel your tight little pussy wrapped around my cock, babe.”
“Yes, please,” she whimpered.
I walked us to the bed, turning to take the brunt of the fall. She straddled my hips, and I saw something come alive in her.
She looked wild and deliciously sexy with her flaming hair tumbling around her face and over her shoulders, a wicked spark in her eyes. She ground her hips into me. Mentally, she might be conflicted, but right now, her body was all in and committed.
“You playing games, Bella?” I asked.
“Isn’t this what you want?” she asked, increasing the friction. Denim rubs against the silky material of her skirt.
“You’re playing with fire.” I gripped her hips and forced her into my rhythm. I know what she’s doing. Trying to control the biker, so she could walk away and act like she got away with no attachments.
No. There would be no getting away from me like that.
She moaned and tossed her head back. I could come like this. The heat spreading across her crotch tells me she could too. I rolled us over and placed her hands above her head. “You asked for it and now you’re going to get it.” I gripped her wrists in one hand as I fumbled with my belt. It came undone, and I pulled it free from my pants.
Her chest heaved, and her lips parted.
“You still want this, don’t you?” I asked. “Cause I’m going to do this my way.”
“Yes,” she whimpered as her lower lip trembled.
I wanted to take that mouth with all the parts of me that had lusted for this woman all these months. I tied her hands together. I nipped her lip and pushed her blouse up, then yanked her bra down. Her round breasts popped free, and I bent over, flicking the hardened points with my tongue. She arched her back, and I sucked one into my mouth, rolling its twin between two fingers.
“Oh, yes,” she moaned.
Her legs opened and I fell between them, smirking around the mouthful of heaven I was manipula
ting.
“More, Dino.”
I placed a kiss between her breasts and yanked down her skirt, then her panties. “This is my pussy,” I whispered, running my finger down the glistening slit of her neatly trimmed thatch. She shuddered, and I kissed my way down to her belly, inhaling her sweet musk. “You smell so good, I have to get a taste.” I flicked her clit, and she bucked her hips. “Patience.” I gripped her thighs pinning her down, and she grunted. “Let me show you I know how to take care of you.” I glanced up, and our gazes met. “You look at me while I eat you.”
Her nostrils flared, and her jaw tightened. She’s fighting herself for control.
“You be a good girl, or I’ll stop.”
She stilled then nodded.
I parted her lips and ran my tongue over her juicy center. She’s honey for adults, sweet, salty, and exotic. I lapped her up. I loved eating a girl out. There was something about the taste, the feel, and the pleasure they derived from it. It wasn’t something I got to do often. My occasional dates outside the club pussy, got the tongue treatment, but none of them had ever tasted as good as this woman.
I pushed inside her hot center, and she screamed. I hummed, fucking her with my stiff tongue. Imagining the tight walls around my cock, I couldn’t help but groan. I wasn’t naïve enough to think I’d been her only partner, but I know by what she said earlier that there haven’t been many. I’m going to make you forget everyone else. I circled her walls and nudged her swollen bundle of nerves with my nose.
“Oh God, I’m so close,” she breathed the words out.
I hummed on her clit, and she let go, rewarding me with her sticky liquid. I lapped it up, pleased to capture every drop on my tongue. I eased her back down and moved away before I dove face first back into her sweet spot. She was blissed out and docile. I liked the look on her. I stood and shoved my pants down, palming my dick at the base. I gave it a slow stroke and moved over to the side of the bed. I almost know by the way she swiped her lip with her tongue that she liked to suck dick as much as I liked to eat pussy.
