THORN (A Brikken Motorcycle Club Saga Book 4)

by Debra Kayn

  She shivered, a willy coursing through her body from his touch. "And, you know this how?"

  He chuckled. "My brothers have more than one kid. Chief had five...six if you count Johanna. Trust me, they have sex."

  "But, they're not me. It's always been Nikki and me. I don't do anything without her, except work."

  He tilted her head. "Sex isn't the same as going to work but if you want to think of it that way, clock in. I'll be your boss. If you work hard, you'll get a fifteen-minute break in a couple of hours."

  "Do other people think you're funny?" She tugged his beard. "Cause more and more, I see you as a smartass."

  "Maybe a small one." He pressed his thumb down on her chin. "Now, give me your tongue."

  Her heart sparked in desire. He always calmed her down and the things he spoke of made sense to her.

  She licked her lips and closed the distance between them. He used his thumb and finger to tip her chin, and she pressed her mouth gently to his.

  That's where he took control of the kiss and kept the pressure soft and coaxing. He forced her mind on him. No worries. No problems with Ed. No fear of Nikki walking in on her.

  He turned them both around without losing contact. The wall met her back, and he pressed his hard cock against her lower stomach. Surrounded by him. Locked in place. She lost herself in the kiss, giving him every desperate longing that'd hovered at the edge of her existence while she pretended to be strong and raise her daughter.

  Freeing and exhilarating, her inner struggle turned to passion. She slipped her arms around his sides and held on to his belt, pressing against him, rubbing, until her body cried for more and she moaned softly.

  Thorn dipped his head and kissed along her jaw, her neck, and sucked on the sensitive skin at her collarbone. She arched, letting her head fall back, exposing more skin for his mouth.

  The coolness of the night tickled the warmth on her body. Her leg lifted with a mind of its own, wrapping around his thick, hard thigh.

  He raised his mouth off her. She gazed into his stormy, dark eyes, feeling his arousal inside of her. She gasped at the overwhelming need coursing between their bodies. Every pulse of his body rippled inside of her. His breathing fanned her face, warming her with his power, his strength.

  She was outside. Anyone could see her. See them.

  Untwining herself from him, she stepped inside the house, turned and whispered, "You're too far away."

  He stepped toward her. She stepped back.

  Thorn's eyes narrowed, and he reached for her. She moved deeper into the room without letting him touch any part of her body. There was nothing teasing about the way she acted.

  She wanted him in the bed he bought her. And, she'd get him there any way she could.

  Her insides wound tighter, knowing the next time he placed a hand on her, she'd finally have the man that'd slowly become a huge part of her life.

  He growled and moved forward. She danced away, reaching behind her, feeling the couch.

  Thorn stopped, stripping off his Brikken vest. His shirt came off next. Standing in front of her in only his jeans, belt, and black, leather boots, his gaze nailed her to the floor. She couldn't move.

  Now, who was teasing who?

  Tattoos covered his upper body, usually hidden by his T-shirt. Her vision unfocused with the onslaught of pleasure swarming her body. Big and intimidating with his clothes on, he seemed even more dangerous unclothed.

  His hand disappeared behind him, and when it reappeared, he held a pistol. She gasped, shocked out of her arousal.

  "I always carry it on me," he said.

  "Not in my house." She shook her head, trying to shake the fog of desire off her. "Not with Nikki here."

  "I understand that." He held it up, barrel pointed to the ceiling. "I'm going to put it on the bed. As soon as we're done, it'll go back on me. Nikki will never have a chance to see it or touch it. I promise."

  He stepped around the couch and set it on the far side of the mattress near the wall. "She'd need to go through me to get to the weapon. It's for her safety that I have it, sweetheart."

  Ed could come back. She knew the reality of the situation and would shoot Ed herself if she had a gun for what he'd done to Nikki.

  Thorn's hands landed on her hips, and he dragged her nightshirt up. She raised her arms and let him strip her bare. She wore nothing underneath for this moment.

  He stepped back, ogling her body. She trembled letting him see her completely. The stretch marks on her hips. The less than firm stomach she hid behind clothes. Her appendix scar. She straightened her shoulders. Working full-time and taking care of a child kept her fit. Not perfect, but she was proud of her shape for having had a child.

  "You're beautiful." He tilted his head, his hands going to his belt.

  The clink of his buckle pinged her heart. He was going to take off his jeans. It was her time to stare and probably not the perfect time to tell him that the only man she'd ever seen fully naked was Ed.

  She wanted to be experienced, mature, and perfect for Thorn. She quivered as inch by slow inch, he bent over and unlaced his boots. With his gaze off her, she took the time to study his broad shoulders. He seemed much larger, stronger, accessible than she'd imagined.

  Unable to wait, she stepped forward and ran her fingers through his hair. He'd kept it loose tonight.

  "We're so different," she whispered.

  He straightened to his full height and toed off his boots. Her gaze traveled up him starting with his hard stomach, the splash of hair on his chest, to his face. How could she possibly be aroused without any foreplay? Just looking at him got her mind planning and plotting what she wanted to do to him, and what he could do to her.

  The corner of his mouth lifted. "I'm old."

  She smiled, relaxing. "I don't even think of our ages when we're together anymore. I only see you."

  "You're going to see a whole hell of a lot more." He motioned his chin. "Hop up on the bed."

  She hadn't even tried out the bed when he'd moved it into her apartment, wanting to wait until the first time to be with him. Stepping back, she'd forgotten that she was already naked. He approved of her, and she was no longer self-conscious.

  Scooting back on the mattress to make room for him, she wondered why he bought a full-size bed if he expected to sleep over at night with her. He needed a king size mattress.

  Though smaller sleeping arrangements meant they'd cuddle together and she shot down the idea of asking him to change a thing.

  Thorn tossed his jeans to the side of the bed, within reach in case he needed to get dressed in a hurry behind the cover of the couch.

  The mattress dipped under his weight, and then he was beside her. The heat off his body warmed her, and he hooked her waist with his arm and pulled her tight against him, kissing her mouth.

  She curled against him, putting her leg over his hip. He was perfect. Her body curved, slipping into a seamless fit with him.

  He lowered his hand, palming her ass. His hardness snuggled between them. That validation that she was pretty, she was sexy, and she was wanted by an older man was the biggest aphrodisiac of her life.

  Thorn pulled his mouth off her. "I'm going to love you."

  She nodded, trailing her hand down his side. Her mother had conditions put on loving her. Ed had never thought of her as part of his future.

  Thorn had a plan to love her, and she knew they were only words, but they meant a lot to her.

  He dipped and took her breast in his mouth. She closed her eyes and cradled his head against her. The onslaught of pleasure electrified her, and she pressed her lower body against him harder, seeking attention.

  Thorn slid his hand between her legs and rubbed her clit. The contact brought out a shudder, and she bit down on her lips to remain quiet.

  As if reading her mind, Thorn lowered himself on the bed and widened her legs. She half-rolled to her back, covering her face, knowing his intent.

  Even knowing what he wou
ld do. Even knowing what it would feel like. Even knowing the pleasure that would come never prepared her for the moan bubbling out of her throat as warm softness settled between her legs.

  He stroked, sucked, and loved on her pussy. His hands cupped her ass, pulling her hips off the bed, making more room between her thighs. At his mercy, she couldn't control how she reacted.

  She subconsciously squirmed and thrust against his mouth. Her limbs tensed, relaxed, reached. She couldn't stop. The most wonderful and addicting feelings coiled tighter and tighter inside of her. Reaching down between her legs, she grabbed on to his hair wanting to warn him that she'd lost control.

  She.

  Couldn't.

  Stop.

  Her orgasm exploded, and her thighs clapped the sides of his head. His licking slowed. She panted for breath as her muscles calmed, resurged, relaxed, jolted. On and on, until she sighed and boom—she was done.

  Thorn lifted his body from kneeling between her legs. It took every bit of energy inside of her to open her eyes. He fumbled with his jeans, pulling out a condom. Wanting to give him the pleasure he gave her, she rolled up to a sitting position and took the condom from him.

  She hesitated, her best of intentions distracted by the sight of him. He was large. Impossibly big.

  "I'll be gentle this first time," he whispered. "It's going to kill me to hold back, but I won't hurt you."

  She finished rolling the condom on and looked up at him. "I'm not afraid."

  His gaze intensified. "That's why I want you in my life. From the first moment, you were ferocious coming into the club to get your daughter while I was shaking with anger. You and Nikki have the ability to kick my ass one minute and strengthen me the next."

  Her heart raced, recovered from her orgasm. "Just love me."

  He dipped his chin, then dipped his body, taking her with him. Braced on his elbows, his cock pressed against the wetness between her legs. He slid inside her, inch by beautiful inch. She panted to keep from tightening her pussy, even more, feeling herself expand around his size.

  Her thighs quivered, unaccustomed to the pressure and fullness. Surprising herself, the more he pressed deeper, her pussy squeezed down on him giving her pleasure.

  "Oh, my God," she whispered urgently. "You're going to make me scream. You can't do that."

  He captured her lips, silencing her. At the same time, he stroked her with his cock taking her higher and higher until a light film of perspiration coated his back, and she locked her ankles behind his thighs.

  Taking care of her like she'd asked, he swallowed her muffled scream as she came undone. Again.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Thorn came awake and strained to hear what woke him. He still held Jessy in his arms. She was fast asleep after he took her for the third time during the night.

  The mattress wiggled underneath him. He lifted his head. Nikki sat at the end of the bed holding out the pack of gum he'd given her, and chewing hard on the piece in her mouth.

  He pulled the blanket up Jessy's naked back and reached over and grabbed his phone. Fuck.

  It was seven o'clock in the morning. He should've hightailed it out of the apartment a couple of hours ago to escape discovery.

  He looked at Nikki. Unperturbed by him sleeping beside her mother, the only thing she wanted was another lesson in blowing bubbles.

  He held his finger to his lips as if she could talk at any moment and wake her mom. "Tiptoe to the kitchen, princess. Let's surprise your mom by making some coffee. I'll meet you there."

  Nikki slid off the bed silently. As soon as she turned her back and walked away, he grabbed his jeans and slid them on. Jessy was going to lose her shit finding out her daughter caught him in bed naked.

  He rolled and hurled himself over the back of the couch before standing on the floor and watching the rise and fall of the blanket over Jessy. With each second that passed without Jessy waking up, he breathed a little easier. She continued to sleep.

  Stepping over to the kitchen area in his bare feet, he whispered, "I need to hit the John." At Nikki's blank look, he said, "The bathroom."

  After taking a piss, running his hands through his hair, and washing his face and dick the best he could with the washrag and towel he'd found, he returned to the kitchen. He needed a shower, but he had a feeling Jessy would find any reason to stop him from spending the night again if he moved too fast. He understood Nikki needed time to get used to him but the girl and he had a special connection.

  He couldn't describe their bond and neither could Nikki, obviously. He only knew that for almost her whole life, he'd been there when she was shut in a car by herself. Her painful cries were a part of him. He understood her pain, though he had no idea how or why.

  "Where does she keep the coffee?" he whispered.

  Nikki stared at his chest. Shit. He should've put yesterday's shirt on before getting up.

  "You're going to make me hunt for the can of coffee, aren't you?" He eyed the bubble gum peeking out between her lips when she chewed. "How many pieces did you put in your mouth?"

  She held up two fingers. He chuckled in amusement. Smart kid.

  He opened the cabinet above the stove and found a small can of coffee. Opening the lid, he raised it to his face and inhaled. Expecting the strong bitter scent to wake him up, he frowned when nothing tickled his nostrils.

  Reaching inside the container, he pulled out a plastic bag filled with mysterious red pieces.

  "What are you doing?" said Jessy.

  He turned his gaze to her, having not heard her get out of bed, and held up the baggy. "What is this?"

  "Just something stupid." She grabbed the bag out of his hand and shoved it back into the can. Then, she put the container back up above the stove. "If you're looking for coffee, you won't find any. If I do drink any, I do it at the diner."

  Jessy picked up Nikki and hugged her. "Morning. Did you sleep well?"

  Nikki squirmed to be let down. He leaned his hip against the counter, waiting for Jessy's full attention. They had a big day planned, and he needed to set things right with her, or it'd be miserable for both of them.

  "Take the gum out of your mouth and go sit down. I'll get you a piece of cinnamon toast." Jessy watched her daughter walk across the room, then turned and whispered, "Did she see you in bed?"

  "Yep." He tilted his head. "She woke up ready to try blowing bubbles again."

  "Oh, God," she muttered, moving around him. "I knew this was going to happen. I can't even imagine what Nikki is thinking. I should've stayed up all night to make sure you left before she got up."

  "You needed your rest," he whispered back.

  "Not as much as I need my daughter to have a reliable home life." She put the piece of bread in the toaster. "Do you want some cinnamon toast?"

  "Sure." He hooked the hem of her nightshirt and pulled her toward him. "Give me a kiss."

  She gave him a peck and moved to the fridge. "I don’t know what to do about you."

  "How about accepting that you belong to me?"

  "You don't understand what it's like for me. I'm a mom." She caught the toast as it popped out of the toaster. "Was she really okay seeing you in bed?"

  He nodded and pushed the butter container closer to her. "She was sitting at the end of the bed, chewing on two pieces of gum, waiting for me to show her how to blow bubbles."

  Jessy's shoulders sagged in relief. "She likes you."

  His chest warmed. He understood Nikki's opinion of him from the start before they even met. To hear Jessy accept the closeness he shared with her daughter only made him more determined to fit into their life faster.

  "We're going to the clubhouse after we eat." He carried the toast she'd made and put on a plate over to Nikki. "Jett's kids will be there. Chee's hyped up about playing with Nikki again."

  The little girl's eyes widened. He smoothed her messy hair off her face and said, "Put your gum on the edge of your plate and eat up."

  He returned to the kit
chen area and picked up a piece of toast. "I'm going to have to bring some coffee over here and some food that's more than toast. This isn't going to fill me up."

  Jessy leaned against the counter and rubbed her bare foot against her shin. "You're going too fast."

  "I like fast." He licked the cinnamon off his lip, needing answers to the questions adding up more each day. "What's the red shit in the coffee can?"

  "I said it was stupid." She shrugged. "Just forget about it."

  "Talk."

  She exhaled loudly and rolled her eyes. "It's a bag full of old rose petals."

  "Like, the flower?"

  She nodded.

  "Why?"

  She glanced at him. "Because there was a time in my life when I believed in true love."

  He tilted his head. "In a flower?"

  "No, I picked the first petal off the rose saying 'He loves me' and going to the next one and plucking that one off and saying, 'He loves me not' until there was only one left. It happened to stop on he loves me, so I kept all the petals in a baggy believing someday it would come true." She hesitated, looking at him. "Obviously, it didn't, and it's a stupid game that girls play to get their hopes up and then dashed."

  Yet, she'd kept them.

  He rubbed her hip. A long time ago, he seemed to remember Johanna, Ashley, and Lindsay sitting in the backyard picking daisies apart and doing the same thing.

  "I think girls do that with a different flower," he said.

  "I was thirteen when I saved them. To me, it didn't matter what kind of flower." She ducked her chin. "At that age, I didn't understand real life or believe that I'd get pregnant two years later either." She raised her gaze. "Don't get me wrong. I wouldn't change anything."

  "I get it." He finished the second piece of toast. "Eat and then get ready. I'd like to be out of here in a half hour."

  Jessy gawked and hurried into the bathroom after giving Nikki directions to pick out an outfit when she finished her breakfast. He stood by the sink. All women should get their dreams.

  It was obvious Jessy kept the rose petals because it meant something to her and if they were important to her, they were important to him.