“Just don’t bill me for overtime tonight and we can call it even,” he said. He moved with the stealth and grace of a wild animal out the door.
“Eat with me and we will call it even,” she called to him. She was not really wanting him to leave but not believing she had just extended him that invitation. She unpacked the food and waited for him to come back. He slowly took a seat in the chair across from her desk and gazed longingly at her. Beneath his stare she felt naked.
“Don’t you dare just sit there,” she said to him. “Eat or you will just seem creepy.”
He smiled and she prayed her fast moving mouth had not just gotten her into trouble. She had tried very hard over the years to control her tongue. But no matter how hard she tried her mouth moved faster than she could control it. She looked at him hoping he had not been offended. The interested twinkle that warmed his eyes told her he was not.
“You are different,” he said to her. “A kind of difference that is appealing, infuriating and refreshing at the same time.”
“Is that a good thing?” she asked him coyly.
“It's all a matter of perspective,” he replied shoving food into his mouth. “You should try the wings. They are some of the best around here.”
“So Aiden,” she said around the food in her mouth as she took his advice, “tell me about the mystery that you are.” Maybe this was not the time, but she might never get another opportunity.
He remained silent with the seemingly unmovable smile spread across his face.
“Tell me!” she demanded and he smiled.
“You already know more than most people ever will. Learn the rest as we go along. Until then you can call me the reluctant hall monitor,” he said and though it was an evasive response. “Now hurry up and eat so I can take you to the hotel and Hank can go home.”
His response hinted at troubled waters but she did not push any more. She looked at him. She was trying to stare inside the chaos that must be his head, but she saw nothing beyond what he allowed her to see. She squinted some more in concentration.
“I will figure you out yet,” she said narrowing her eyes at him.
His brows furrowed as she stared at him. “If you need glasses, the hefty insurance package we provide here will cover that you know,” he said. She laughed and she assumed he thought his job for the night was done as he got up to leave.
“You do know you are not any less of a mystery to me right?” he asked turning to her from the door. Her head shot up at his comment and she stopped chewing.
“Some mysteries are best left unsolved Mr Savage,” she said with a teasing smile. She tried to keep herself from walking around her desk and kissing him.
“Really?” he asked leaning against her door jam. “I think I could quite enjoy the adventure that would come with knowing you. “
“Oh we will see,’ she replied loving the sound of that. “Let’s go.”
They walked out the door a few minutes later and he piled her into her car, taking the keys to drive. When they were checked into the Marriott he accompanied her to her room and then turned to leave.
“Want to come in for a night cap?” she asked him.
He looked at the desire in her eyes and knew exactly what she was asking. She made it plain. “I better not.”
“Afraid you might enjoy the alcohol in my bar?”
He turned and smiled at her. “No, I am afraid I might enjoy much more.”
She smiled. “And that is a bad thing why?”
As she asked she walked over to him and stood so close his breath caressed her nose.
“I haven’t quite figured beyond the fact that I want to rip your clothes off,” he confessed to her. She reached up on her tiptoes and placed a gentle kiss on his lips.
“Let's figure it out together,” she said and she saw all the resistance disappear from his eyes. She walked off and he followed her into the room. When the door closed behind them he pulled her into him and brushed his lips against her. At first it was just a whisper to say how much he wanted her, then the beast in him took over and she let go to enjoy the moment. His hands cupped her cheeks and he pulled her to him. Her groin met the bulge in his pants and a moan of pure desire swept through her.
When he let her come up for air she sat at the edge of the bed looking up at him. She tentatively ran her fingers over his solid abdomen. She wanted to see him naked, but she wouldn’t rush this at all. She wanted to savor every moment of it.
Aiden who had sat beside her staring in amazement was not ready for the kiss of pure joy that she gave him. He kissed her again and as she pulled her lips away she felt an instant need to put them back.
They paused to look at each other as if seeking mutual permission. When it was granted she ran her hands under his shirt feeling the heat of him beneath. His flat chest was defined by the strong muscles beneath the skin and she just had to see them.
She lifted his shirt over his head and worshiped him with her eyes before he again lowered his lips to hers. He rolled her backward onto the bed and moved to position himself between her legs. One hand slipped beneath the T-shirt she had worn and up to gently cup her breast. She could feel his erection growing and did what she had wanted to do the night before.
She was not going to wait to be told. She wanted him now. They could worry about the romance later.
The elastic waistband of his slacks easily gave her access, and she slipped her hands inside to grip his ass. The material of his boxers was an impediment and so she slipped her hand beneath that. His fingers made their way beneath her bra to pinch her nipples that had been begging for his attention. His erection twitched against her shorts clad groin. She lifted her legs to have it pressed against her clitoris, and firmly gripped his ass. Making sure to push him down into her.
They moaned in unison as they dry humped each other. But even with his fingers on her nipples and his teeth nipping away at the sensitive skin of her neck she wanted more. She moved her hand to rid herself of her shirt. Whatever senses she might have possessed that spoke against that, had long since exited the building.
Only blinding desire remained. As he expertly unhooked her bra, she pulled his pants down and his cock stood out beneath the boxers. She wanted nothing more than to free it, but she waited. He eased her shorts from her legs, and kissed his way back to her breast. He lightly ran his tongue around one nipple as he gently pinched the other. She moaned and lowered her hand to grip his cock, stroking it beneath his boxers. He pumped gently against her hand, while she positioned him so with each forward thrust, the top of his dick met her soaking wet panty where her clit lay.
“I want you...” he whispered against her lips as if seeking permission to enjoy her. Permission she had already willingly given.
She couldn’t hold out any more. She had to feel him again. She saw the wet spot at the front of his grey boxers and pulled him on top of her. Anna wrapped her legs high above his waist and moaned as his dick pressed into her pussy.
He kissed her as his hands snaked down her thigh to bend one leg up to her chest as he dry fucked the living daylight out of her. She writhed and moaned against his lips, as his dick rubbed her clit to the point of no return.
She could feel the orgasm building and his grunts in her ears told her he was close to climaxing too. She wanted to release his dick from the cloth that held it back. She wanted to let him plunge deep inside her, but she did not want him to stop. And as his rubbing pushed them both over the edge she took his lips in hers and screamed into the kiss.
Spasms of pure satisfaction rocked them for what seemed like hours. When the climax had passed she felt drained. She had never experience sex like that before. Not only was it earth shattering but that had not even had actual penetration. He collapsed on top of her, as she closed her eyes and welcomed the weight of him.
“Fuck Anna!” he moaned into her neck. “Now for sure I can never walk away from you.”
“Why would you even want to try?” she asked.
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Chapter 4
Aiden waited until she was about to take a shower before he excused himself for the night. She protested but the reality was that he had to leave or they would go much further. He would not be able to help himself. He felt bewitched. He felt like putty in the hands of a child, and knew that he needed to get away from her.
He had heard about Brett’s and Aj’s story. He also knew the dangers and concerns of a man sleeping with his employee, but for him that wasn't a concern. They were both mature people with careers before they met each other. She had been working for him for months now and he had never once had reason to doubt her skills. But she had a power over him that no other woman ever had.
Not wanting to have a discussion he slipped out while she was in the shower and made his way home. But strange enough, his sprawling mansion was just not enough for him that night. It felt empty coming from the warmth of Anna’s arms. He needed to do something about it.
Opening his door he shifted and went into the forested area. The unharnessed wind running through his fur gave him a kind of liberation he sought. When he returned home and showered, he slept like a baby. With morning came a new zest. It followed him throughout the day as he stole glances at Anna while she worked.
She was truly gorgeous.
“Dinner later?” He asked as he cornered her in the file room.
She glared at him. “Not after you stole out of my room without a word.”
“Okay what you might not have figured out yet is that I am also an idiot. I am sorry. Let me make it up to you with dinner at one of my favorite restaurants. Well it's really a roadside joint. You will love it.”
He watched her think about it for a moment before she shoved him out of her way and walked off.
“Fine. See you at eight.”
He smiled and watched her sexy ass as she made her way up the stairs. He was far from just smitten. He had to admit she played a special tune for his heart.
Later that evening he showed up with flowers and an extra helmet. “You look lovely.”
She smiled at him as she took the flowers and placed them in the jar by her hotel room door. When they got downstairs she hopped on the bike as if she had been born to ride.
“Seems you have done this before,” he said.
“Nope. I just watch a lot of TV.”
He laughed as he gunned the engine and took her to his favorite place. The Tribe couldn't leave well enough alone. Trouble awaited them there.
“I thought I told you to leave the human girl alone you filthy beast!”
He turned to see the man he had given a proper beating just the other day. He was not alone. Three other bikers were with him. He knew if they threatened Anna’s safety, he would kill them all.
“I suggest you mind your own business,” Aiden said and placed himself between Anna and the men.
“Let's just go Aiden,” she whispered behind him.
He thought about it, but they would only follow. He knew he couldn't run forever. This was one of those fights he would have to fight once so he never had to fight it again. And the Tribe sensed he was alone and wanted a piece of him.
That he could certainly oblige them.
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Anna stood in both horror and awe as Aiden walked away from her and the group outside the roadside pizza stop. He walked into the privacy of a dark alley.
“Fine,” Aiden said to the men. “I will leave the human girl alone, once I am dead. So come get me.”
“Aiden no!” she called as he rushed off and the men followed him. She got to the entrance of the alley just in time to watch his transformation. In the dim glow of the streetlights that managed to get there, his face elongated. Fangs appeared as the bones in his body crack and white fur took the place of his skin. When he was done shifting she wondered how such a big creature could come from the lean man. The same man she had been slowly falling in love with.
His eyes a soothing and dangerous gold stood out in the night as he charged at the three men. He growled loud enough for her to hear, but not above the music serenading the oblivious people around the corner. She wondered if she should call for more help. But as Aiden rose on his hind legs and clawed the men who were too stupid to run, she realized that he needed no help. A speck of blood splashed on her face as the last man went down and Aiden’s huge girth walked towards her. His white coat speckled here and there with blood.
He snorted and she took two steps back from him. Had she not seen him change herself she would have thought for certain he was a wild beast to run and hide from. Then he did the unimaginable- stood still and then lay at her feet. An act of submission to her. She knew instantly he was telling her not to be afraid of him. She stepped forward and ran her fingers along his fur and he slowly changed back to his human form. Naked in the glow of the lamp he was majestic. No words were needed as her fingers traced the contours of him and their lips met.
“Take me home,” she said not caring about the men bleeding in the alley. They deserved it.
“I have a change of clothes in the storage compartment on my bike. Run and get it for me while I call these fools an ambulance. They will have a hell of a time explaining their illegal weapons and injuries in an alley.”
She did as he asked and in thirty minutes they were riding along the driveway of his mansion.
“I need to shower,” he whispered to her kissing the top of her head. “Make yourself at home and find us something to eat.”
She didn’t do that though. She wondered around the hallway and found an extensive library. The plush sofa was just beneath the window looking out on the side of the property. It offered her solace and she made her way to it, running her fingers along the spines of the books she passed on the way.
“I thought I would find you here,” Aiden’s voice said from the end of the aisle. She briefly turned to acknowledge his presence.
“It is nice here,” she whispered not wanting to break the moment.
“You are welcomed to stay here as long as you like. Would you though?” he asked. She turned to look at him. His hair still wet from his shower and his chest bare. Lust sparked inside of her and she was almost sure she would not be able to ignore it any longer.
“I love libraries,” she said stopping to pluck a book from the shelf.
“They say a woman who reads is a deadly woman,” he said.
“And a man who reads is worth keeping for a lifetime,” she responded. She knew from the care that he placed in this library that there was no question as to whether or not he did. It went against every stereotype of bikers. She turned to walk away again, but he placed a palm on her hip stopping her in her tracks.
“You look gorgeous tonight,” he whispered in her ear, as he stepped up to her back and pulled her in against him. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the feeling, willing herself to walk away but wanting every bit to stay.
He gently nibbled her lobe and the soft scratch of his beard against her neck sent shivers down her spine. His hands wasted no time in cupping her breasts. He dipped his lips to her neck and trailed kisses from her pulsating jugular down her naked shoulders.
“I tried resisting you but I can’t,” he whispered in her ear as his hands gently and slowly rolled her shirt up. She did not protest. She wanted to resist him too, but it seemed that every time he walked into a room her common senses committed suicide. She slowly turned to face him and stared into the golden eyes. Eyes that now raged with desire where there had been a troubled storm. Had it been some other man she might assumed she was just a mere distraction for the unresolved issues in his life. But she knew with him it was not a case of unrequited love, but one of mutual unadulterated lust.
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