by Franca Storm
Yeah, that’s right. We’re fine. Everything’s fine.
That prospect, Ben, is really scary though. The freaky look in his eyes, him getting physical and grabbing my hand like that. I need to make sure that never happens again—that we aren’t ever alone somewhere together.
I know if I told Zeb, he’d make sure Ben never even looked at me again.
But I can’t.
He has enough going on as it is. He doesn’t need any additional stress. And something like this would have him losing his temper completely. These bikers are very possessive over the women they’re with. Anyone touching what’s theirs is a major thing. Rox has told me many tales of Ax demonstrating that sort of thing over her. And I know Zeb is the same as well, given how he was that night of the safe house invasion and the way he claimed me to make sure no one in his club tried anything with me.
I do my best to shake off what happened outside as I make my way through the shop, to the office at the back.
As soon as I open the door, arms grab me and pull me inside. I scream in surprise.
My back hits the wall and I grin as I look to see Zeb standing there, smirking at me as he pins me against the wall.
He leans in and kisses me hard. Deeply.
When he pulls back, I’m breathless from the intensity of it.
“Wow,” I gasp out. “What was that for?”
“Does a man need a reason to kiss the fuck outta his girl?”
I giggle. “No. No, he doesn’t.”
He steps back and looks me up and down. “Hot damn, woman. You’re looking so sexy in that.” He traces his finger along the tops of my boobs. “So sexy, Sarah.”
I start blushing like an idiot at his words. So brazen. Always so brazen. “Thanks,” I manage. I hold up our paper lunch bags between us. “Steak sandwiches.”
“My favorite.”
“I know.”
“The way you make it is why it’s my favorite.”
“Really?”
He takes them from me and walks over to his desk, calling over his shoulder, “Yeah, really.”
I make my way to his desk as he’s slumping down on the other side into his leather chair.
“Stuck doing a lot of paperwork today?” I ask him.
Usually when I come by with his lunch, he’s out in the actual shop area working on a bike. He’s rarely ever in his office.
“Yeah. I been putting it off for too long. Doing the books and all that. Ax is getting his panties in a bunch ‘bout it.”
“Oops.”
He rolls his eyes. “Yeah, I know.”
“You’re still okay to leave in about an hour though, right?”
“Damn straight. Told you I’m gonna do it, so I am.” He smiles sweetly at me. “Ain’t nothing to worry ‘bout there. Made you a deal, didn’t I?”
“I’m glad. I was hoping you’d say that, because I have a pre-therapy treat for you.”
He cocks an eyebrow. “A treat, huh?” he asks, playing along.
“Close your eyes.”
“Close my eyes?”
“Are you scared?” I tease.
“Kinda, yeah,” he jokes.
“I’ll be gentle. I promise.”
His eyes flash with heat. “Then I ain’t doing it. Gentle ain’t gonna work for me.”
“You like gentle with me,” I point out.
He grins. “Yeah. Just don’t tell nobody that.”
“You’re worried it’ll ruin your tough guy rep?”
“I think me tryin’ to throw myself off a bridge has already done that, darlin’.”
We both stop short and an awkward silence falls between us as we both realize the painful weight of his words. He’d said it flippantly, but the subject matter is anything but that.
“Choosing to go on and keep fighting makes you really strong, Zeb. It’s not the other way around at all. Tell me you know that.”
He nods slowly. “Sorry. Slip of the tongue. That’s all.”
“You swear?”
“Yeah. Just thinking ‘bout it all, cuz I got my first therapy session real soon. My mind’s a mess with it all.”
“I see. I get it, baby. I’m going to take your mind off all of it.”
“Sarah, I ain’t fucking you in my office. It’s too dirty. You ain’t that kinda girl.”
I thought he might say that. Ever since he took me in the clubhouse garage, he’s been showing regret over it. He keeps seeing it as being something dirty and the action of the Zeb from the old days. But he doesn’t see that it wasn’t that at all. It was desperate need and passion.
“Okay,” I say anyway. We’ll see about that in a few moments. “Close your eyes and turn around.”
“Both?”
“I don’t trust you not to open them slightly before I’m ready with my surprise.”
“All right,” he says, squeezing his eyes shut and then turning around, his back to his desk. I take a moment to appreciate his sexy butt and then I get to work.
I pull my shirt over my head and drop it on one of the chairs beside me. My tank is next. I kick my shoes off and then start undoing my jeans. I strip them off quickly, until I’m just down to the surprise.
I take a deep, calming breath, because I’ve never done this before. I’ve never presented my body to anyone before on my own terms like this. I’ve never been comfortable or considered myself sexy enough to do it. Until now.
“Ready,” I say. “You can turn back around.”
I brace myself as he turns back to me slowly.
“Fuck me,” he gasps out, his eyes almost popping out of his head.
I’m wearing a lacy red matching bra and thong set that has sexy little cut outs all over it. It doesn’t leave much to the imagination at all.
He stalks towards me, the predatory look in his eyes making me nervous and excited.
“You…uh…like it?”
He steps into me and grabs my hand, pressing it to his dick. “More than like, darlin’.” Yes, he really does like it. He cups the side of my face. “You’re making it real hard for me to control myself here.”
“I was trying to make it impossible,” I tell him with a sly grin.
“Mmm…I love it when you get all fiery like this.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
In the next second, he’s stripping off his cut and black muscle shirt. He tosses them over the back of one of the chairs and wiggles his eyebrows at me. My eyes go to his chest, savoring the delicious sight of his hard abs and his toned biceps.
He kicks the chairs out of the way and then commands, “Bend over the desk.”
A tremor of excitement courses through me.
I position myself over the desk. He leans over my back and takes my hands, guiding them to the other side of the desk. “You’re gonna need to hold on,” he whispers in my ear. He trails his fingers down my arms, over my hair, my neck, to my shoulders. His slight, teasing touch has my skin tingling all over.
His hands slide up the backs of my legs, to the tops of my thighs. I moan out as he cups my ass and starts kneading it softly.
“Such a fine little ass,” he says. I hear him unbuckling his belt, the sharp sound of a zipper coming down. He grabs my hips and grinds his dick between my ass cheeks, along the thin fabric of my thong. “I’m gonna make you come so hard, Sarah,” he tells me as his hand slides into the front of my thong. He drags his fingers through my wetness. “Mmm…so desperate for me, ain’t you? This wet little pussy’s begging for my cock, ain’t she, Sarah?”
“Yes! Oh God, yes!” I scream out as he rolls my clit between his fingers, driving me crazy and making me tremble.
He stops grinding his dick against me.
I gasp as I feel him tear my panties off me in one rough tug.
In the next second I cry out in surprise as I feel something warm and wet in a place no one’s ever been before. My ass. It takes me a second to realize it’s his tongue. Oh! He’s licking me…there.
I try
to pull away, because it’s so weird and…dirty, but his hand tightens on my hip, forcing me to keep still.
“Just feel. Don’t think ‘bout nothing else,” he says, reading my mind really well.
He makes sure feeling is all I can do as he steps up his assault on my pussy. He thrusts two fingers deep inside me, then pulls them out slowly and saturates my clit with my own juices. Over and over again.
“Ah…yes, Zeb,” I moan out.
He stops suddenly and then I feel something circle my virgin hole. His finger.
I tense up immediately and cry out, trying to move away.
“Am I hurting you, darlin’?”
I shake my head.
“Why you pulling away then?”
“I…I’m not sure.”
“Cuz it feels strange? Maybe a little dirty? Ain’t for good girls, yeah?”
“I…yes.”
“Does it feel good? Did you like me licking you there?”
“I…think so.”
He chuckles. “Ain’t that all that matters then?”
Of course, he’s right. The realization has me relaxing again.
His finger slides in deeper. “Oh God,” I gasp.
It’s an overwhelming sensation, having his fingers all over my pussy and the one in my ass. Pleasure mixed with a little bit of a burn, makes for a really strange feeling.
He starts pumping in and out very slowly. I can feel every inch of his finger inside me, pulling against the sensitive ring of muscle. After a little while, everything blends together and it feels amazing. There’s just exquisite intensity.
“Mmm…I knew you’d like it,” he whispers in my ear.
His fingers leave my pussy and I whimper at the loss.
But it’s only for a second, because suddenly his dick is inside me, thrusting so deep that it steals my breath away.
His hand comes to my back and he pushes down lightly, holding me to the table as he starts to thrust hard and fast.
“Look at me,” he commands, his hand coming up to pull gently on my hair. I look over my shoulder at him. “That’s better. Gotta see you, Sarah.”
He strokes my hair wildly, fisting handfuls of it as he continues to fuck me.
“More!” I find myself screaming out.
“Want it rougher?”
“Yes! Please, Zeb!” I’m basically begging him. I’m so far gone. Having his dick moving inside me so forcefully and his finger pumping in and out of my sensitive hole…it’s mind-blowing. It’s making me into a wild, sex-crazed animal who just can’t get enough.
He picks up his pace, fucking me like a jackhammer. He’s relentless. Fast and hard. Really rough. And I love every second of it.
“Jesus fuck. The way you grip me, darlin’. Ain’t nothing better,” he grunts out on a raspy breath.
“Ah! I’m gonna come!”
His hand leaves my hair then and returns to my pussy. As soon as his fingers brush my clit, I snap and an incredible orgasm rips through me, making me shriek from the intensity of it.
“Yeah, that’s right. Squeeze my cock, Sarah. Ah…fuck, yeah.”
He continues fucking me through my orgasm. I collapse against the desk.
A moment later, I tremble as I feel him release himself into me.
All his fingers leave me and he pulls out slowly.
“Come here,” he says.
I push myself off the desk and then he’s wrapping his arms around me and pulling me onto his lap on one of the chairs. He holds me tightly and strokes my hair. “You all right?”
“Perfect,” I breathe happily into his chest.
“You’re getting wilder every day, Sarah. Wanting it rougher. Harder.”
“Is that…okay?” I ask, looking up at him.
He grins down at me. “Any way you want it is okay by me. Believe me.” He pats my ass and chuckles. “Sorry ‘bout your sexy little thong.”
“It was worth it.”
“So glad you’re coming outta your shell now.”
“It’s because of you.”
“Nah. It’s all you, Sarah. I just been along for the ride. You did it.”
We both snuggle together in peaceful silence for a long while.
And then Zeb shifts his weight beneath me and reaches for my face, cupping it in his hands. “When you gonna get back to that diner of yours?”
“What?” I ask, surprised he’s bringing it up out of the blue like this.
“You been holed up at the clubhouse for a long time. Now you’re holed up with me.”
“You don’t want me here?”
He frowns. “Where’s that coming from?”
“Nowhere.” From Ben, that asshole prospect. “Are you getting bored of me? Is that what this is?”
He shifts out from under me and starts pacing the room. “You serious here? After all the shit we been through together, you think I’d wanna…what...get rid of you?”
Crap. I don’t want to make him angry, or stressed out.
“No. I’m sorry. I…it’s just how it sounded when you said it.”
He comes back to me and grabs my hands. “You’re it for me. How many times I gotta tell you that? Love you, Sarah. Why I were asking ‘bout your diner is cuz you been spending all this time making sure I’m okay. But what ‘bout you? What ‘bout your life? We’re both just coasting right now. Glued to the spot, you know? And I know that ain’t good enough for you. And I don’t want it to be, neither. Want my girl to be happy and I know that diner’s a big part of that. You love that place, yeah?”
“Yeah, I do. But it’s in good hands right now, so—”
“So you can stay here and take care of me? I’m good now, Sarah. I mean…I’m on the right path to being good again. Want you to get back to your life now. I mean it. You hearing me on this?”
I can’t deny that he’s right. We have both been living in our own little bubble. Especially me. All I’ve been concentrating on is him. It’s because of what’d almost happened on that bridge. It’s been haunting me, knowing how close he came, how down he really was. He’d been drowning and I hadn’t been able to help him at all…not until that night when he’d almost ended it. And now I guess I’m overcompensating for it.
Before I can say anything, he goes on, “You know there’s a spot here, right?”
“What?” I ask, not sure what he’s getting at.
“To open a diner. Used to be a café down the street, but it closed up shop. Food were crap and word got ‘round. Nobody wanted to eat there.”
“You’re saying I should relocate Sarah’s Place here? To Reirdon Falls?”
“It’s an option. Safer, too. With the club just down the street, you ain’t gonna have nothing to worry ‘bout. Also, there’s a bunch of nice homes being built by Reirdon Construction since the club took it over.”
“Homes?”
“My apartment’s too small for two people, ain’t it?”
Yeah, it really is. We’re basically tripping over each other all the time there. Wait…what’s happening? Is he…is he asking me what I think he is? “What are you saying? You want me to move here…and…uh…live with you?”
His eyes lock with mine as he says, “Yeah.”
“Wow.”
“I know it’s a lot to think ‘bout. Closing up shop. Selling your house in the city.”
“My house is tainted now…after what Eddie did.”
He nods. “Yeah, I get that.” He walks over to me and snatches up my jeans. “Here,” he says, tapping my foot. I lift it and he helps me to pull them on.
He’s dressing me. He’s so sweet. Every time we do something sexual, he takes such good care of me.
“Just think on it,” he says, as he fastens my bra and then pulls my tank top and my shirt on over my head as well. He plays with my hair, fixing its sexed-up look. “There. Nobody’s gonna know I just fucked you over my desk now. Know you don’t like that, darlin’.”
“Thanks,” I say, smiling back at him. Ever since I was completely emba
rrassed about the boys knowing we’d gone at it in the clubhouse garage, he’s made sure never to put me in that sort of situation again. Even his office is soundproof. That’s why I hadn’t been shy about seducing him in here. Although, the reason it’s soundproof isn’t so he and I can have sex in here without people knowing. It’s so that he can talk club business without any of the staff or clients overhearing him.
“Anytime, Sarah,” he says, kissing me chastely on my forehead. “You’re my girl. Gotta take care of you.”
“You’re so sweet.”
“Just don’t be saying that in front of the boys. I won’t never hear the end of it.”
“I won’t.”
“So, you gonna think ‘bout it, yeah? What I said?”
“You’re really against me staying in Brockford, aren’t you?”
He steps back and folds his arms across his chest. “There’s three things I ain’t liking ‘bout our situation. One is Brockford’s dangerous these days. Two is I don’t want my girl living a three-hour ride away from me. Three is my apartment’s too small for a long-term thing. I like what we got going on. Like you being ‘round all the time. Like waking up with you and going to sleep with you at night. Like you coming by here at lunch and shit. Don’t wanna be apart from you. So, yeah, you going back and staying in Brockford ain’t sitting well with me. But I also promised you I’d take care of you. And that means making sure you’re happy. So, it’s gotta be your choice, not mine.”
It’s times like these when I can actually believe Zeb is thirty-eight. Where he actually shows the wisdom of his age.
“Yes. I’ll think about it,” I tell him.
Oh shit. The look on his face cuts into me. Disappointment. It’s clear to me now that he thought I’d just say yes right away and that I wouldn’t really have to think about it.
Well, my heart wants to say yes. So badly. That part of me just wants to leap into this and move here with him immediately.
But the more logical and cautious part of me is hesitant.
With Eddie, I’d let him take over my whole life. I’d given up what I’d wanted for him. And now I’ve come so far, I don’t want to slip back into all of that with Zeb. I need to make sure that moving here is right for me first.
