Reveal: A Blood Riders MC Novel (Book 2)

by Tia Lewis

  “I hurt you pretty badly, didn’t I?” She shook her head with a sad smile. I watched her in the mirror behind the bar as I poured myself a drink.

  “I wouldn’t go that far,” I said, bolting back the first drink before pouring another one.

  “You sure about that?” She was smirking.

  “Yeah, I’m sure.” I turned around, leaning on the bar. “Things have been fine here. I’m sure Tamara told you that already.”

  “Yeah, she’s told me a lot of things. She told me about the party you guys had here, for Jack. I heard he had a pretty good time.”

  I had to grin at the memory. “You could say that. I thought the girls might kill him instead of the cancer.”

  She got serious. “How is he?”

  “End stage, the doctors say.”

  “I’ll go see him tomorrow.”

  “He would like that. Or he’d hate it. You know how he is.”

  “I do.” She smiled sadly. “Will you come with me?”

  I shrugged. “If you want me to.”

  “Drake, what do I have to say except I love you, and I want us to work this out? Huh? How far do you want me to go?”

  I shook my head, looking down at the polished wood of the bar. I could see my reflection in it, and I didn’t like who I saw. All the work I’d done on myself, everything I had gone through to make myself a better man for her sake—and for mine—was going down the toilet. I was acting like the spoiled douchebag I used to be. Maybe that was just who I was, and I was only pretending to be somebody better for her sake.

  “I didn’t think I would ever have to worry about you walking away like that,” I muttered, looking up at her.

  “I didn’t walk away. I had to leave the argument before things got any more out of hand. Don’t you know the difference?”

  “What I know is, you left me here alone.”

  “I thought you said you wouldn’t be alone.” She crossed her arms over her waist, smirking. I forgot how impossible it was to argue with her. She was a fucking professional debater.

  “You know what I mean. I didn’t know what it meant when you left. Don’t forget, Nicole, this is my first real relationship. Ever.”

  “Okay …”

  “I’m fully aware I have a lot to learn about being the best soon-to-be husband to you, okay? I’ve never had to decipher a woman’s emotions and all of this is a huge learning experience for me. I’m man enough to admit that. I didn’t know how to come back from something like that.”

  “I didn’t, either. I don’t have all the answers, too Drake. All I know is, I want to try. Isn’t that enough?”

  “You really want to?”

  “Yes, I really want to. Why else would I be here?” She held up her left hand, ring in place. I was so relieved, I could have leaped over the bar. “I’m still in this.”

  “Even though I’m gonna make decisions that you don’t like?”

  She sighed, dropping her hand. I knew that would get her. “Drake, I have to ask that you at least let me know the direction the club is going in. I don’t expect my opinions to make a difference, but I do want to know. I understand I need to respect your position in the club but at least keep me in the loop. Do you understand how terrible it was for me to walk in here that day, see those girls, and have no idea what they meant or who they were? Tamara had to tell me. How ridiculous is that?”

  “Fair enough,” I admitted. I wouldn’t have liked that, either.

  “It made it look like you were hiding things from me. You don’t know how much that hurt,” I said.

  “What about when your aunt tried to fix you up with another guy? You didn’t tell me about that,” I muttered.

  She actually laughed. I couldn’t believe it. “That? Oh, my God. That was nothing!”

  “Right. Just like it was nothing for me to sign a deal with the Vipers, as far as I was concerned.”

  “Not the same thing. Not at all.” She shook her head.

  “I think it is. You don’t get to decide what I think is important, remember? Didn’t you say something like that to me, once?”

  She chuckled, nodding. “I did. You’re right. I honestly didn’t think it was worth mentioning, and I didn’t want to start a big fight between you and my Aunt Karen. I’m sorry. I’ll be upfront in the future.”

  “Thanks. I might kill her, though. Just FYI.”

  She laughed. “I’m sure you wanted to. Trust me, I’ll kill her before you ever get the chance to lay a finger on her.”

  “I don’t know. I’m already pretty close.”

  “What about you?”

  “What about me?”

  She bit her lip, looking away. “I didn’t want to have to ask you this, but I think it’s worth mentioning …”

  “What?”

  She looked down the hall, toward my bedroom. “Have you been alone?”

  “You mean …”

  “Don’t play stupid, Drake. Have you been with anybody else? You do realize I’ll fucking kill you—”

  I backed away from the bar. “Whoa! Is that what you think of me? Seriously? That I would fuck some other girl because we had a stupid fight?”

  She shrugged. “You said it yourself, this was your first relationship. And there’s no way a man like you would have to be alone if he didn’t want to.”

  “I didn’t wanna be alone, but I would never be with another woman if it meant cheating on you.”

  “I guess …”

  “I guess?” I couldn’t put up a front anymore and I walked around to where she stood and took her face in my hands. “Nobody, I mean nobody compares to you, baby. Nobody. You hear me?”

  “You swear?”

  “Yes! Fuck those other bitches. I didn’t touch anybody this whole time. Ask anybody in the club, they’ll tell you. Shit, even if I got drunk enough to think about it, they would have stopped me. My guard dogs.” I laughed a little, lifting her face so she’d look me in the eye. “I mean it. Nobody but you. I couldn’t. I have the best right in front of me, and that’s you, Nicole. I love you.”

  “I love you, too,” she smiled.

  “Come here, sexy,” I planted a wet kiss on her luscious lips.

  “I’m glad because it would have been a shame to had to bury your dead body in the back of the club.”

  “You’re crazy!” I bursted out laughing. “More reason why I love you.”

  “Mmm, kiss me,” she let out a wicked laughed and I gladly kissed her again.

  “We need to work on our stubbornness, though.”

  “You’re right,” she shrugged. “I was too proud. Just like you. I wanted you to come to me, and when I was sure you wouldn’t, I came here. It’s not easy for me to admit I was wrong. I shouldn’t have lost it on you.”

  “I shouldn’t have lost it on you, too. And I should have told you about the deal with the Vipers. I will from now on, I promise. You deserve to know things. You’re my old lady.”

  She laughed. “Can we please get another term for that?”

  “We already talked about this.”

  “How about First Lady?”

  I wrapped my arms around her. God, it felt good to have her back with me. Everything was right again. “Good enough. You’re my First Lady.” I crushed my lips against hers—I needed her too much to be slow and gentle. I wanted to devour her with my hands, my mouth. I was so hungry for her.

  From her response, she was just as hungry. I felt her body come alive in my hands, and she whimpered when I gripped her ass. My cock grew and stiffened against her, wanting to bury itself inside her warm pussy again.

  “Can your First Lady make a suggestion?” she murmured against my neck after the kiss ended. Just the feel of her breath on my skin was enough to send a shudder through my body.

  “Of course.”

  “Can you please take me back to your room and make love to me?”

  I didn’t say a word. I only made sure the front door was locked, flipped off the lights and led her to the bedroom. No way
I would make her ask twice.

  21

  Nicole

  It had been a long time since we’d escaped to his bedroom at the clubhouse, but it seemed appropriate. No sooner was the door closed than I took off my coat, dropping it and my bag to the floor.

  We kissed again, this time more slowly, tantalizingly. His hands skimmed my body, fondling me, making me remember why he was the best lover I’d ever had. I groaned, my body already on fire thanks to his touch. It had been less than two weeks, and it might as well have been two decades, my body was so desperate for him. He sucked my bottom lip between his teeth, biting gently. I gasped, relishing the feeling.

  I thought I’d never be with him again. How could I have lived without him? His hands all over me, lifting my dress, pulling it over my head. Gripping my ass, pulling me closer to him. I felt the swelling of his growing erection against me, making me tremble. Just the thought of how good it felt to have him inside me was enough to make my knees weak.

  We sank to the bed, laughing as Drake removed my boots. It was no easy task, and we had to take a breather after he’d finished. I giggled helplessly. “Not the best choice of footwear,” I admitted.

  “Sexy as hell,” he grunted, “but no. Not good for this.” He shook his head, crawling over me, lowering himself over top of me until I was on my back. I loved that we could laugh together one moment and return into pleasure in the next.

  He kissed his way down my body, pulling down the top of my dress, lowering the cups of my bra so his mouth could access more of me. I gasped at the first flick of his tongue against my nipples. He groped the both of them, fondling me, driving me crazy with need.

  One of his hands moved down until it stroked my stockinged thigh. I moaned in approval, raising my hips to meet him. His downward thrust in reply left me moaning again. It felt so good, having this together. Knowing it wouldn’t be taken away by anyone. I allowed myself to be fully open to every sensation, feeling a new depth of emotion I hadn’t felt with Drake in the past. Just when I had thought it couldn’t get better…

  He began kissing down my torso, lingering over my navel, then sweeping his tongue over the soft bit of skin just above the top of my panties. His tongue dipped beneath the silky fabric. My fingers ran through his dark hair, my body writhing in ever-growing pleasure as the heat rose all over me.

  Soon his hands were working the panties over my hips, then off my legs altogether. He knelt between my thighs, lifting one leg over his shoulder. He kissed my ankle, then up my leg with slow, wet kisses. I closed my eyes, gasping with every touch of his tongue on my smoothness. This wonderful man, as generous as a lover as he was in every other way. Taking his time, stoking my desire, expertly building it. Knowing that once I exploded, it would be a soul-consuming inferno.

  By the time he reached my inner thigh, where the lace of the stocking met my bare skin, I was nearly desperate for relief. I burned with aching need, which he only enflamed with his swirling, sweeping tongue.

  “Oh, Drake, please …” I begged, thrusting my hips upward again and again, hoping my desperation would make him take pity on me. Instead, he teased me, dragging his tongue all over me without giving me the satisfaction I desired.

  I whimpered, frustrated, and opened my eyes to shoot him a nasty look. I could only take so much more torment. He saw me, and laughed before moving between my legs to where they met.

  “Yes …” I breathed, the fire growing inside me. The feeling of his tongue on my most sensitive areas made me nearly jump, then sink back with a blissful sigh as the pleasure began a steady build in time with Drake’s lapping tongue.

  Then he went deeper, swiping against my clit. I cried out, holding his head in my hands, pulling him closer even as I pushed my hips upward. I was nearly ready to explode, just on the edge. His tongue drove me wild, moving rapidly against me. He groaned, and the vibrations against that bundle of nerves were just enough to push me over the edge. My thighs tightened, squeezing him, as I rode out that first beautiful climax.

  When I opened my eyes and saw the mischievous gleam in Drake’s, I knew there was more to come. Before that, I wanted to give him some of the pleasure he gave me.

  “Your turn,” I murmured, once I was able to speak without gasping for breath. He happily laid back, allowing me to drape myself over his abdomen and take him in my hand. I stroked his long, hard dick gently but firmly before taking him into my mouth the way I knew he loved it.

  “Damn …” he groaned, his hips flexing up to meet my mouth. I bobbed up and down slowly, taking my time, wanting to drive him as wild as he’d driven me. Controlling his pleasure, and taking satisfaction in knowing I had such power over him. Every sigh and groan out of him sparked my fire, which still burned steadily.

  Soon I felt his hand on me, roaming over every bit of skin he could touch. My back faced him, and he started there first… before moving further down. He lingered on my ass, making me shiver and moan while my mouth held him. When I felt his fingers travel even further, down the length of my clit, I moaned again. He throbbed in response.

  His fingers slid inside me, and I had to allow him to slide from my mouth while I cried out for more. Then we were moving in tandem, the motions of his fingers matching the motion of my mouth. When I slowed, he slowed. Then I would pick up the pace, leading him to quickly piston in and out. It was incredibly hot, and totally new for us. Before long I was clenched around his fingers, stroking him while I cried out as another orgasm shot through my body.

  “I want you,” he grunted. He was still unsatisfied, and I wanted him to have his release as he’d generously given me.

  “Yes, baby,” I moaned, allowing him to maneuver me until I was on my hands and knees. He spanked me, lightly, pulling another moan from my mouth. I bit my lip against another moan when he spanked the other side, then fondled me roughly. His hands ran up and down the backs of my thighs, then over my back. He was like fire, burning me deliciously. I threw back my head, my hair fanning behind me.

  “Take me,” I begged, pushing myself back toward him. “Please.” I had to have him. I was desperate for that connection, reaffirming what our words had already said. That we were going to be together forever. The physical connection between us expressed what words couldn’t.

  When I felt that first sweet thrust, I cried out, long and low. We both froze that way for a moment, absorbing the sensation before making a single move.

  Then he started, moving out, then back in. He moved slowly, sensually, stoking my flame. Every thrust only made me want him more. All of him, every bit. I moved against him, our bodies slapping together. I felt myself shaking with need, clenching around his endowed cock, the fire in my core exploding into blissful tremors. I trembled, crying out again and again as I came.

  He didn’t stop moving, only slowed to a near-stop as he waited for me to come down from that burst of bliss. Then he went faster, harder, deeper. I grunted my approval, letting him take me as roughly as he wanted. Anything he needed, I would give gladly.

  I pushed up on straightened arms, forcing him to sit back on his calves. He reached around to my front, taking my breasts in his hands. My sensitive flesh tingled under his fingers, and I cried out in approval when he pinched my nipples. “Yes! More!” I begged as we thrusted together. It was freeing, this feeling of being totally wanted and accepted and encouraged to be fully myself. Not only did he want me to, he enjoyed it when I was. This spurred me on, making me move faster, nearly slamming myself against him.

  “Yes … good girl … keep going …” he grunted. One of his hands slipped between my legs, cupping me, moving against my ultra-sensitive clit. I was shot up and over the edge again, crying out more loudly than I had before. I felt a brief flash of worry—were we alone in the clubhouse? —which I quickly dismissed in the face of ecstasy.

  My nerves were sizzling, every one of them on edge but in the best way possible. I let out a little whimper of disappointment when I felt him leave me, and he chuckled.

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sp; “Roll over,” he breathed, and I knew he was still aching for release. I was too eager to give him what he wanted. Within moments I was on my back, taking him inside me again. My legs wrapped around his waist, holding him tight.

  “I love you,” he whispered, driving himself into me. I closed my eyes, throwing my head back. I’d never imagined it could be this sweet, and this hot, all at once. With Drake, I finally understood the way two souls could connect when people made love. It wasn’t just the slow, steady rocking movement that lit my flame again. It was the man making love to me. It was looking up into his face, smiling, kissing. Tasting his skin, the thin sheen of perspiration salty on my lips. Feeling him, the way he chose to move back and forth, the way his muscles flexed beneath his skin, beneath my hands when he thrusted forward. The sounds he made, the way he groaned and gasped, affirming the pleasure I was giving him.

  He began moving faster, his thrusts stronger. He pushed himself up on his hands, and my hands moved up and down from his shoulders to his torso, where our bodies met, then back up again. I would never get enough of him. I raked my nails over his shoulders, and he threw his head back, gasping. I moved with him, tightening my legs, holding him closer. Urging him on, unleashing my passion.

  We moved as one, both of us moving closer to release. I felt it build inside me again, and I welcomed it. He slammed into me so forcefully, I cried out with every movement until one steady stream of sound was coming from me and echoing throughout the room. I gripped him with my arms and legs, certain I would break apart if I didn’t hold on tight enough. We came together, tensing up before shuddering against each other.

  He collapsed against me, his arms no longer supporting him. I held him. Who or whatever was responsible for this deserved my undying gratitude. I’d never been so satisfied in my life—not just physically, but in the depths of my soul. And I’d never been so happy.

  “I love you,” I murmured, stroking his sweaty back. “I love you so much.”

  “Let’s make a pact,” he panted, trying to get his breath back. He pushed himself up just enough to look me in the eye. I could have drowned in those eyes of his and died a happy woman.