by Hilary Storm
His eyes never leave mine while he drops his pants to the floor and kicks them off of his feet. Even though I can see his cock bouncing between us in my peripheral, I force myself to keep my eyes locked with his.
“You make me want to do bad things.” The words come out before I can stop myself.
“Maybe I like a bad girl.”
“I’m sure you do.”
“How were you still a virgin? The guys had to be swarming you.” He’s finally touching me again.
“My father was strict. I didn’t go out much and never really wanted to do things that would get me in trouble.”
“Luck is on my side.” He’s stepping into the shower when I let my eyes fall and look at his dick. I’ve held two cocks in my hand before this night… neither of them were as big as this one. I underestimated how pretty a naked man could actually be.
He’s fully erect and gripping his cock as I step in next to him. The water is warm and a good distraction to the sight before my eyes. I couldn’t help but notice he’s trimmed his hair down there, leaving nothing to the imagination.
I take a deep breath and just go for it. I know he’s waiting on my move first, probably gripping himself tight to stop from coming at me too quickly. He’s giving me the space he thinks I need.
It’s his chest that I reach for first, allowing the water to slip between my touch and his skin. I trace a few of his tattoos before I grab the soap and squeeze it onto his body. Using both hands, I just let myself touch him. His big shoulders. The bulges down his arms and the ripples on his stomach. The ‘V’ line that points directly to my newest favorite part of a man.
It takes digging deep to be brave enough to let my hand touch his cock. My fingers skim over the rigid veins and it twitches in response. He takes my hand and puts it around his dick, covering mine with his own to get me to grip him harder.
“Ahhh. Fuck. The tease is killing me.” He whispers against my ear as I slowly move my hand over his stiffness.
He exhales loudly, showing me that he’s worked up over what I’m doing and that gives me more courage to go faster… harder. It’s hard to imagine that what I’m holding on to was just inside me earlier tonight.
“Yessss.” His approval has me dropping to my knees, taking his cock in my mouth before I can acknowledge what I’m doing. It’s just what felt right and when I take him deep in my throat he agrees. “Just like that.” He moans out.
His hand twists in my hair and I let him hold me in place while he fucks my mouth a few thrusts, only stopping when he pushes against the back of my throat and keeps me in place until he pulls back quickly.
“Oh fuck, you don’t have a gag reflex… you’re gonna have me fucking that mouth of yours every day.” I never knew this was a good thing until now.
He holds his dick in place and slides it in once again. “Swallow when I touch the back of your throat.” I do as he says, and he moans out instantly. “Fuck yes. Stand up or I’m going to come in your mouth before I’ve even had the chance to treat you right.”
He guides me up and dives in for a harsh kiss and immediately everything is rushed. Neither of us can get close enough, desperate to devour each other. I’m being hoisted into my usual position around his waist just as quickly as he can lift me.
“Are you on the pill?”
“Yes.” My response is breathy and quick, not wasting any time on any other formalities.
“I want to do this bare. Nothing between us. You’ll be my first.” When I don’t object, he enters me slow, this time inching his way in and allowing me to get used to it. There’s not any pain. Just tightness, which feels amazing the more he pulls out and thrusts inside me.
“You feel so good.” I love when he talks near my ear. His deep voice goes straight through me, stirring every numb sensation to life. “Put your arms around my neck.” He moves his grip to my hips and slides me back and forth, slowly torturing us both with his patience.
The build-up is fast. Every time he pulls me forward, I can feel my body reacting to his. Even his firm grip on my hips turns me on.
He pulls me hard one time, slamming deep inside me, causing me to gasp. “Ah God.” He resumes the slow pace for just a few seconds before he changes it up again. It’s the hard, slapping movements that jolt through me and push me straight to the edge of release.
“Look at me this time. I want to watch you come.” I do what he says and open myself up to him, giving him all my insecurities without even a worry that he’ll abuse it.
He grips my hips harder, tugging me with a quickness once more and I’m frozen in time; my body quivering from head to toe… the waves crashing while he fucks me like we both need each other to survive.
Once the trembles slow, I kiss him. Long and hard. Chaotic and passionate… as if we’re long time lovers showing each other how we feel through our touch. All of the emotions are blurring together because we’re connected.
I’m pulling myself closer to him, practically climbing his body as I take control, only allowing him to keep the pace below. He must like our passion as much as I do, because the deeper I kiss him, the faster he moves me back and forth, making him moan through his own orgasm just shortly after mine.
“Fuck. You’re perfect. Where have you been all of my life?”
Chapter Eighteen
Chaos
I wake up to her sliding out of bed just before ten o’clock in the morning, the cool air breezing over the warmth of my chest where her head was just resting.
“Where are you going?” She’s moving around the room in a hurry, picking up clothes and dropping them until she decides to raid my closet instead.
“I’m going to call Elaina and try to get back to Atlanta.” Her nakedness makes it hard to concentrate, but the word Atlanta has me sitting up quickly.
“You can’t go back there.”
“Why not? You took care of the guys who kidnapped us.”
“I can’t keep you safe there.” I’m standing naked with her now, both of us distracting each other now.
“Am I safe here?” Who fucking knows anymore which way of life is safer. At least with the club behind you, there’s more support if shit gets real.
“With me you are.” I decide to give her the easy answer instead. She’s pulling one of my t-shirts over her head and I can’t hold back anymore. Her tits are swaying, and I can see her fucking nipples through the material. My dick is rock hard, and I can’t think straight so we’re done talking until I have blood flow to my brain again.
“Travis… we both know you don’t want me here…” She’s interrupted by my invasion, not putting up much of a fight as we easily fall back into bed and fuck for hours.
I can’t think of the last time my dick felt this raw. I know she’s feeling it too, but it seems we can’t help ourselves; still going at it even though we had sex all night long.
Once we’re both gasping for breath, covered in sweat and on our backs from exhaustion, I move to the kitchen to refuel. Dehydration is about to be a real situation for both of us.
I’m chugging orange juice when she walks in.
“Do you always walk around naked?”
“Sure do.” I pull her into a hug from behind, allowing my hands to roam over her body.
“We need to talk.” She sends me retracting into the fridge with that sentence. No one likes to hear the ‘we need to talk’ start up, even though I already knew this was coming.
I can’t even remember what she was saying when I attacked her earlier.
“Ok. What about?”
“I’m going back to Atlanta today. You’re going to have to keep your dick out of me for five seconds.” She has me laughing before I can respond.
“What if I don’t want to?”
“Well, that’s too bad. I need to go back for finals.”
“When do classes end?” I have my back turned, running through all the reasons why I should be encouraging her to get back to her normal life, but not wanting to let her go at
the same time.
“I have two more finals next week, then I’m out for the summer.”
“I defied my club for you, more than once. That has to mean something, right?” I turn to watch her reaction to my admission.
“I didn’t ask you to.” She looks down as she thinks about what I just said.
“You know I have to decide whether to keep you safe from this life or make you mine… It’s hard. Because I don’t want to let you go, but I know you’ll find someone better than me.” She slides in behind me and wraps her arms around my stomach, squeezing hard enough to tell me she doesn’t really want to go either.
She’s so young and has so much of her life to live. The last thing she needs is the insanity of the club taking precedence over her own hopes and dreams.
“I’ll drive you to Atlanta, right after we eat.” This is for the best. She deserves to be happy and safe. She deserves to live the life she set up for herself and doesn’t need me interrupting those plans with my selfish requests to keep her to myself.
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Cambri
The drive to Atlanta is quiet. Neither of us say what we’re really thinking once we step out of his house and slide into the seat of his truck.
He doesn’t really want me to stay. He acted like he was disappointed, but I know the game guys play to pacify a girl’s confidence.
Travis is busy. The last thing he wants is to be tied down even though I’ve never felt a connection as strong as the one we have. I’m sure that’s because I just had sex with the man countless times in the past twenty-four hours.
I guess you can say I’m dickmatized and not thinking clearly. Hell, even walking hurts. I’m going to feel him for days, trying to focus on studying but instead replaying the last conversation we had. There’s no doubt I’ll be analyzing what I should’ve or shouldn’t have said for weeks.
I text Elaina to let her know I’m headed home and secretly hope she is too. I’m going to need someone to talk to about all of this.
Me: Are you going back to the apartment today?
Elaina: It doesn’t look like I’ll be leaving here anytime soon. He’s relentless and I fucking love it.
Her honesty makes me laugh and for once I actually get the full feeling of what she means.
Me: I’m almost there. Travis is taking me home. Call me when you come up for air.
Elaina: I’ll be home later tonight and we can talk.
Me: Ok.
I should tell her not to worry about it, but the truth is I don’t really want to be alone. She can always go back for more after a day or two. We both have finals to study for anyway.
“I have a few things to take care of in the next few days, but maybe after that we can meet up again. That’ll give you time to get through your finals.” He finally speaks to me, right as we turn into the apartment complex.
“Yeah. Ok.” It feels completely awkward now that we’re both fully clothed and having to have real conversations. It was so much easier communicating in lust. “Thanks for everything. I really appreciate it.” I reach for his hand on the seat and squeeze it, my weak attempt to tell him how I really feel.
“You’re welcome.”
And with that I get out of his truck and walk to my apartment. Tears slide down my face even though I can feel him watching me until I’m locked safely inside.
Disappointment washes over me as I look out the blinds and see his truck pulling away from the curb. What did I expect? Him to run up here and say he changed his mind… then I could tell him how I did too?
Ha. What a joke.
“Jesus, Bri. Get your shit together. You’re just emotional.”
Chapter Nineteen
Chaos
The drive back is torturous and shitty. It feels wrong leaving her and it isn’t lost on me how fucked up it is that I’m feeling like this for a girl I didn’t even know a week ago.
A girl whose father still owes me eight thousand dollars.
“Can you put out a text to all members to meet at the clubhouse tonight at six? We need to do damage control and elect new leaders.” Church is the guy who would normally do this kind of announcement anyway.
“Sure. Anything else?”
“Yeah. Thanks for taking care of the girl last night.” I won’t tell Church how I’m tied up so tight in feelings for her that I can barely think straight.
“Of course. Will we be seeing her around the club?”
“You know this isn’t the life for an innocent girl like that.”
“Son, it’s in my experience after witnessing years and years of the club without very many women… we could fuckin’ use some good around here.”
“Yeah. We’ll see how things go. I’m not even sure how it’ll all be after we restructure tonight.” Luckily, he stops pushing for Cambri to become a permanent part of my life. Much more and I’ll break and head back to Atlanta to drag her out of there.
“Alright. See you tonight.”
My next call is to Poe. He’s the obvious choice to take over the club and lead us into a better position. He doesn’t answer until the fifth ring.
“What’s up?”
“Not much. What about you?”
“Just left Atlanta. Cambri wanted to be home to study for finals or some shit.” I stop all train of thought when I hear another voice through the phone. A female voice… one that sounds like my fuckin’ sister.
“You like that, don’t you?” There’s a rustle in the phone before he’s back.
“Finals, huh?”
“Put Elaina on the fuckin’ phone.” I don’t fuck around with calling them both out. This is a scenario that I thought I’d never have to worry about.
“Before you say anything… I’m just having fun. It’s not against the law to have fun, Trav. Plus, when you’ve been kidnapped, and someone rescues you, shit gets blurred. Things get complicated real quick in the heat of the moment and I don’t want to hear a damn thing from you, because that would be hypocritical and I know that isn’t you… is it, Travis?” And just like Elaina, she lays down the law and puts me right in my hypocritical place. This is a fight we’ve always had. What’s good for me isn’t for her and she’s always pushed back on me for that.
“You’re right.” I don’t have anything else to say… because she’s right. And after the last twenty-four hours, I’m just glad we’re all alive to be in this predicament.
“I know I am. Now don’t call back for a few days. He’s busy.”
“No. I have to be at the club at six tonight to decide on new officers.” Poe’s voice gets louder, obviously because he’s confiscating the phone out of my sister’s hand.
“Yeah… and I’m putting you in for the Pres spot, so don’t come in smelling like fuck for your fucking acceptance speech.”
“Okay, okay. We’ll shower. Anything else?”
“You’re gonna get it if you talk over us again. I’m gonna spank your fuckin’ ass.”
“Hold up. Hold up… I’m out. I’ll let the two of you battle this out and I’ll see you tonight.” I hang up before either of them can say another word and spend the rest of my drive pondering how to feel about the two of them hooking up.
I guess out of all of the guys in the club, he’s one of a few that I’d be this calm about being with my sister.
Jesus. That’s just another thing that’s changed in the past twenty-four hours.
I pull up to the clubhouse and there’s already a shit ton of guys here keeping Gracie busy. Sliding on my cut reminds me of the possibility of one of the guys avenging Vic’s death. I gave my word that I’d stand there and take it if any of them choose to do it; I guess it’s time to be a man of my word.
The room is buzzing when I open the door. The floor where Vic and Bates were killed is cleaned spotless and if you weren’t here that night, you’d have no idea what went on.
I’m not gonna lie… it hits me when I didn’t think it would. It’s not because my father is dead; it’s that he put his own
daughter in danger and made me do what we both knew would happen if it ever came to that. I was always clear on my stance with family.
“You good, Brother?” Bash is the first to greet me; he’s even holding a beer in each hand, ready to share.
“So far I’m still standing. Doing better than yesterday at this same time.”
“You ready for this tonight?” North leans against the wall beside me and watches the room.
“Yeah. I’m putting in Poe for the President spot. I think he’ll be the right fit for it.” Just as I say his name, Poe walks through the door and walks straight for the bar. He props himself up and then stands on top of it, gathering all the attention in the room.
“Alright, everyone. It’s six. Let’s get this shit started, so we can get back to what’s important. First up, I nominate Chaos for Pres. He’s shown disciplined leadership even when he wasn’t yet an officer. He has the morals and the balls to ride the fuckin’ line so that we can all stomach this club while we give it our undivided loyalty. Is there any other nomination who you feel is better? Speak up now, or say congrats to the new King of Kings.”
I’m frozen in place, listening to his speech and fully expecting someone to say another name. It doesn’t come.
“Fuck yeah. Chaos is President.” Howls echo through the room as I stand and take it all in. I thought I was proud when they promoted me to Enforcer… but to get a unanimous agreement on this after what this club went through, is insanely gratifying. “Now get up here and announce your officers.”
Poe put me on the spot, but honestly this will be easy. I follow his lead and stand beside him on the bar. “What position do you want?” I give Poe the option to choose.
“I’ll stay right where I’m at, Sergeant at Arms.”
