I also left off my panties for when things got hot.
I hoped things got hot.
Rock wasn’t going to know what hit him.
Chapter 34
Rock
I raced down the road toward home with a shit-load of crap on my mind, and it all involved one name, Boomer. Every time we thought we were getting close to locating the Blue Knights, it led to a dead fucking end. Nomads didn’t usually have a clubhouse, they liked to travel, and it had become apparent early on that right after their ambush they had gone south, after we had taken out half their club.
That is, if what Toby had finally broke down and told us was true.
Once I’d returned to the cellar that day and he’d heard that we knew about Boomer and his connection with the Red Devils, his cocky attitude had deflated. Seeing his brothers ended by Big John right before his eyes, he’d begun to squeal like a baby pig, probably hoping that his cooperation would gain him his freedom, another sign that the kid was too young and inexperienced, because clubs like ours didn’t strike deals, and we sure as fuck didn’t deal kindly with snitches. He hadn’t had a prayer of leaving that basement in one piece.
Dark Menace and Wild Marauders were on the lookout for Blue Knights, too. Anything related to the Red Devils was of interest to them. Rebel, the brother who had identified Boomer, had been the one who’d infiltrated the Red Devils for Stone when shit between the three clubs had become serious. His memory of Boomer had been that he was a sneaky, cold-blooded bastard who seemed to have luck on his side, and that he knew how to blend in. He was a real snake when it came to working both sides.
All you had to do to kill a snake was chop off its fucking head.
I wasn’t too fucking happy when I pulled up to the house to see that Michelle’s car wasn’t in the drive. The two prospects were still there and swiftly moved out of the way when I pulled my bike up close to where they were standing. I flipped off the engine and kicked the stand down with enough force to break it, dismounting with growing anger. Nothing was going right, and arriving home to see that Michelle had gone and the prospects looking too at ease was the last fucking straw.
“Where the fuck is Michelle?”
One shrugged, while the other said, “Didn’t say, just took off about two hours ago.”
Fucking hell! “And why the fuck are you two just standing around looking like you have nothing better to do? That’s my woman in there. You’re here to make sure no one gets to her. That means walking the place down and covering all sides, not just the fucking front.”
“We were−”
My glare cut the prospect off. He and I both knew that he’d better not make any excuses. “Just do it,” I snarled, before storming past them to the front door. I found it locked, thanking God for that, at least. Once I was inside I tossed my keys onto the kitchen counter, taking a quick glance around for Allie. A movement outside drew my gaze toward the sliding glass doors that led to the back deck.
She’d just stepped into the house. Fuck, she looked gorgeous. My dick immediately woke up, reminding me of how long it’d been since I’d fucked her. There was a wine glass in her hand, and she paused from taking a step when she saw me, and then the most radiant smile on the face of the earth curved that tempting mouth up while turning her eyes into glittering gems.
“Hi,” she smiled, almost shyly. “I was just coming in for some more wine.” She lifted her empty glass.
“Hi, babe.” I couldn’t move, afraid that if I did I would pounce on her like the hungry animal that I was inside. I fought to downplay my arousal, but there was no hiding the full-blown erection tenting my pants. The anger simmering through me over the shit I couldn’t control didn’t stand a chance against her sexy presence.
Fuck, I wanted her. Naked. Right now. On my dick.
She smelled so fucking good. I recognized the faint scent of lavender. She seemed to favor it. The little skirt and see-through blouse, were meant as not so subtle tools of seduction, and, Jesus, she was wearing come-fuck-me-heels that I hadn’t seen before. Where had those come from? On a scale of zero to ten, my libido was climbing over the top. I knew what she wanted, had been wanting, for a while now. But I’d purposely held myself back, giving her time to heal inside and out, afraid that my sexual demands would hurt her. Apparently I’d given her too much time.
I grinned. She was trying not to be obvious, but her intentions were quite clear.
“Would you like a beer?” she asked casually on her way to the fridge.
My gaze followed her like a hawk on the verge of starving, taking in the graceful way she moved, and how the feminine blouse clung to her full breasts. “Yeah, sounds good.”
She opened the door and reached inside. “You aren’t mad?”
Jesus Christ! When she reached forward her blouse draped down, giving me the perfect view of her braless tits. All I could think about was the image of her leaning over me while I opened my mouth to draw that succulent flesh into my mouth. “Mad?” I frowned. “What should I be mad about?”
“That Michelle isn’t here,” she responded, pulling out a beer and then turning to the opened bottle of wine that was sitting on the counter.
I’d forgotten all about that. I gave my head a shake to clear it of the sensual fog. “Yeah, I’m fucking mad she left.”
Allie finished pouring her wine, her pretty smile never wavering. “Don’t be. As you can see, I’m all right.” With my beer in one hand and her wine in the other, she walked toward me. “She had a family emergency.” I took the beer, studying the seductive warmth in her eyes. “I was able to take a shower, shave my legs, and get dressed all by myself.”
“I can see that,” I rasped, meeting her halfway for our usual hello kiss. But the second I felt her soft lips against mine my senses were enveloped with her clean scent. I let myself go and ground my mouth against hers, groaning loudly. As soon as I realized that my control was slipping I went to draw back, but Allie moaned and caught my bottom lip between her teeth.
I hissed at the sharp pain, because all it did was make my dick harder and weaken my resolve to take a step back. Lately, slow wasn’t working for me. I don’t know how much longer I could hold out from ravishing her like I wanted to. It seemed like it had been a hundred years since I’d last tasted her. I’d welcomed the days I’d been away doing club business, because I didn’t have to focus on keeping my distance then, but it hadn’t stopped me from thinking about her.
She was my woman.
“I’m glad that you’re home.” My dick jerked at her husky tone.
“Did you get all dressed up for me?” I’d gotten used to seeing her in baggy clothes that didn’t pull at her wounds when she moved around. Things like loose tees and sweats.
She shrugged. “I just felt like looking like a woman for a change. Are you complaining?”
“Hell, no.” I took a swig of my beer, keeping my eyes on hers as I tilted my head back. “I should take you out, you look so good.” I let my eyes move over the slim column of her slender throat, the urge to put my mouth where the pulse beat almost overwhelming me. Fuck, I wanted her. She was the only woman for me.
The seductive twinkle in her eyes sucked me in. “You know, Rock, I won’t break.” Christ, she’d read my mind. “The doctor cleared me weeks ago, and you’re still treating me like I’m a fragile china doll.”
“You went through a lot, babe. There’s no rush.”
“Maybe there’s no rush, but I’m ready for us to get back to normal.” There was no denying the determination in her voice. I was tempted to say to hell with it and grab her to me, but part of me, the part that wanted to show her that I could be patient, held me back. I wanted her to know that it wasn’t just about the raw passion between us. “You haven’t touched me since I’ve come home from the hospital. I know you said that you wanted me to have time to heal, but you being gone for days on end, the late nights, I have to wonder.” For the first time her voice cracked with emotion. “If-If there’s som
eone else.”
She lowered her eyes, but not before I saw the tears swelling in them. What the fuck? She was questioning my trust and my feelings for her? She was the only woman I’d ever made a commitment to. I didn’t take that shit lightly. If she didn’t know by now that I was totally devoted to her I didn’t know what to say or do to convince her.
I started to get angry that she could think that crap until the reality hit me like a ton of bricks- she was afraid and feeling unsure of herself. It had never occurred to me that keeping my distance would cause her to start thinking the worst, that I didn’t want her anymore. Looking for Boomer and the rest of his crew had taken us out of town a few times, and it hadn’t helped the situation.
I curtailed the anger threatening to boil over, because it was apparent that Allie was vulnerable right then. “Christ, do you really believe that I’d want someone else, babe?” Hadn’t I been in the hospital every day with her, holding her hand and professing my love? I set my beer down slowly. When she didn’t look at me I took her wine glass and did the same thing with it. “Look at me,” I ground out between my teeth in frustration, taking her by the arms and giving her a shake.
She caught her breath and our gazes clashed. I instantly released her, thinking that I’d hurt her. But there wasn’t pain in her eyes, it was a different emotion that gutted me. “I fucking love you, Allie,” I said gruffly.
“Then prove it,” she said softly. “Touch me. Show me you still want me.”
I stared at her, silent for a minute. “You know me, Allie. I don’t do slow and easy.” I was tired of beating off in the shower every day. Being buried balls deep inside of Allie was the only thing that would satiate me.
“I don’t want slow and easy.”
My dick jerked violently. “I could hurt you−”
“Then hurt me,” she shocked me by saying. “I need you, Rock. I need your mouth and hands on me. I want you to fuck me like you did before the attack.” God, she didn’t know what she was asking. I would devour her. “Are you afraid to see my body?”
What? Fuck, her words were like a glass of ice water in my face. “You know better than that,” I snapped irritably. “I thought I was doing the right thing by giving you time−”
“I never asked you for time. I was attacked Rock, by a mad woman with a knife. I wasn’t raped. I’m not damaged. My wounds have healed. I need you, the old you.” A half snort, half laugh escaped her. “I had plans to seduce you into losing control tonight, but it looks like I’m the only one doing that.”
I couldn’t stop a grin from spreading across my face at the sound of her self-disgust. “I know.” I crossed my arms.
She frowned. “You know?”
“Babe, I knew something was up the minute I walked through the door. I haven’t seen you in anything but loose tees and baggy sweats for weeks.”
“You don’t find those sexy?” She slapped her hands on her hips, but there was a playful glimmer in her eyes.
“You’re sexy in anything you wear, but this-” I let my gaze roam up and down her body, “makes my fucking knees weak. My dick’s been hard since I saw you walk through the door.” Her gaze dropped, and I watched a satisfied gleam fill her eyes. “It’s all for you, baby. There’s no one for me but you, Allie. You don’t ever have to worry about that.”
Her gaze zipped up to mine, her eyes soft with emotion. “Then why aren’t you ravishing me?”
Christ, there was also an invitation present that weakened my willpower. The fact that her nipples were practically poking through the thin, sheer material of her blouse caused my breath to hitch. Intense arousal surged through my blood, almost taking me to my knees. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and I wondered what was beneath her short skirt.
Or wasn’t.
And I was about to find out.
Chapter 35
Allie
As soon as Rock took a step toward me I knew that I’d finally unleashed the animal in him. The look on his chiseled face, and the smoldering embers in his eyes, told me that he was beyond slow and easy. And I was ecstatic. Anticipation and excitement thrummed through me, settling deep in my core, where it simmered in readiness. My nipples tingled, and a bubble of wet heat gathered at the opening of my pussy.
I caught my breath when he grabbed me to him. “Don’t let me hurt you,” he growled down into my face in a tone I hardly recognized as his.
I didn’t want words. I closed the distance between us and shaped my mouth over his. With a groan he instantly took over, devouring my mouth with the rough, grinding pressure of his. I welcomed the intensity, opening myself up to him willingly and letting our tongues crash together and explore. It had been so long, and he tasted so good! My taste buds exploded with pleasure over the subtle flavors and heat inside his mouth.
Strong, masculine hands roamed over my body with rough impatience, turning me a little wild. I moaned loudly, almost as loud as the groans escaping Rock. I found the end of his shirt and let my hands glide beneath it, traveling up his defined abs and rock-hard chest, raking my nails without mercy over his taut nipples. He shuddered against me and began sucking on my bottom lip. Our harsh breaths mingled.
“That feels fucking good, babe,” he rasped against my mouth.
He cupped my ass and held me tightly against his throbbing cock. “God, yes!” I hissed as he ground that hungry monster against the lips of my pussy. Lifting his shirt, I put my mouth on him, breathing hot kisses along his hotter flesh until closing it over his nipple. Rock’s low growl vibrated through me, and I responded with a not so gentle nip.
“Fuck!” he gritted, throwing his head back. His fingers clenched into my butt, and then he was pulling my skirt up, baring my cheeks. The cool air touching my hot flesh felt amazing. His head came forward and there was pleasant shock on his face when his hands came into contact with bare flesh. As he roughly massaged me, he put his mouth against the side of my neck.
I tilted my head so he had complete access. He ran his open mouth along my flesh, making me quiver, causing more wetness to leave my body. I loved his hands on me, even when one began exploring my butt crack and anus. When a finger breached the forbidden hole, the reaction between my body and mind was a stark contradiction. I tensed, while my mind acknowledged the intimate probe with a loud whimper of ecstasy.
The fear turned me on.
“Yes!” I hissed.
“Fuck, yes, baby!” The next thing I knew Rock had spun me around and pushed me against the counter. “I need to see your pretty ass.” A hand at the back of my neck forced the upper half of my body down. The movement forced my butt out.
I was trembling, but not in fear. His hand replaced what my skirt had covered and he began smoothing his palms over the exposed globes. The inside of my thighs were wet, the tickle causing me to draw my legs together.
Slap!
“Ouch!” I cried out with surprise, growing still.
“Leave those legs spread wide for me. I want to see your dripping cunt, see how pink it is before I turn it red and swollen with my dick.” His hands continued to knead my ass.
I whimpered, because it wasn’t my pussy he was paying attention to. I rose up enough to glance over my shoulder. His hands were holding the flesh surrounding my anus open, and he was staring down at it. His face was taut with dark passion. I watched his nostrils flare, and then he slowly met my eyes.
“Prettiest fucking hole I’ve ever seen.” He dropped to his knees, putting the most private part of me even with his face. He leaned forward until I felt his breath against me. I held my breath when he opened his mouth, and then I lost it when he licked a path up from my open pussy to my rectum.
I turned back around and melted against the counter with a long sound of pleasure. The cold marble did nothing to cool the fire he’d started in my blood, especially when I felt his tongue teasing the forbidden hole. “Oh, fuck!” I whispered, trembling wildly. “That feels so good.” His whiskers further stimulated the sensitive skin surrounding the da
rk passage.
I didn’t know it could get any better until Rock grabbed my cheeks with a rough grunt, held them open wide, and put his face against me. I nearly had an orgasm when he stabbed his tongue inside. I jerked with surprise, but he easily held me in place and attacked my anus hungrily. More than once he pulled back and paid attention to my pussy and clit before returning to ream me out. I was breathing hard, an orgasm climbing faster than I could keep up with.
“You taste fucking good, babe. Put some more cream on my tongue.” He used his tongue like a cock, thrusting it in and out of my rectum with surprising speed, with breathtaking results. I knew I was dripping, my clit was buzzing, and one well placed lick of Rock’s talented tongue set me off like fireworks.
I cried out and thrust my bottom out further, as if demanding more. “I’m coming!” I cried out. Rock pulled his tongue out of my ass and went to work on my pussy, the sounds and slurps of his mouth fueling the intensity of need that was gripping my body. He buried his tongue inside me at the same time that two fingers sank inside my anus, and I exploded.
It was more than I could stand. I imploded, overcome by too many feelings to settle on just one, and then I didn’t try. I twisted, convulsed, moaned, and whimpered, letting the waves of pleasure consume me until I was a puddle of fulfillment against the counter. I was aware of nothing, content to let my body have control over my senses until I gradually became aware of Rock’s tongue slowly lapping me clean, and his fingers gliding carefully out of my rectum.
And then he moved away and I felt a second of loss.
I barely had time to catch my breath when I heard movement behind me that told me that Rock was undoing his pants. I couldn’t even pretend to try and get up, I was so drained. His low chuckle revealed that he’d guessed my thoughts, and then I felt his cock lining up at the entrance of my pussy.
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