by April Lust
“Since you asked.” He nodded, holding his finger up to my lips. “Lick your pussy off my finger first. Taste yourself for me.” I parted my lips and slipped my tongue out. He shoved his finger into my mouth, and I wrapped my lips around his finger, sucking and licking it. “Fuck.” He growled and removed it from my mouth. He tore off his shirt and unbuttoned his jeans. “I’m going to fuck you on this counter,” he promised, and pushed his jeans and boxers down, kicking them to the side.
His hands gripped my knees and dragged me to the edge of the counter. Cock positioned at my entrance, I ran my hands over his chest, over each muscle and tattoo. So many questions to ask, but it could all wait. Everything could wait except that moment, except his huger and my desire.
With one strong thrust, he was inside of me. I yelped from the surprise of it, and gripped his shoulders as he began to pump into me hard. The coolness of the counter beneath my ass quickly warmed as he increased his strokes and quickened his pace.
“Clit. Rub your fucking clit. Make yourself come for me, Lauren.” His eyes were large. Rounded darkness stared at me as he gave his commands.
I moved one hand from his shoulder to reach down between us. First, I split my fingers, surrounding his cock as he pushed in and out of me. Feeling the slickness of my juices on his hard shaft as he pulled out of me.
His eyes rolled and he cursed again as I continued to grip him. “Lauren, don’t make me stop to spank you. Fuck…keep doing that.”
I would have laughed over the empty threat and the way he changed his mind, except he reached down and positioned my hand so the heel of my palm rubbed against my clit and I was still able to feel his cock with my fingers.
“Oh!” I gripped him harder with my one hand and wrapped my feet tighter around his ass. Fingers dug into my hips, but it paled in comparison to the pleasure of his cock and my palm. The faster he fucked me the harder my palm ground into my clit. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” I breathed hard, my heart raced, a small bead of sweat slipped down my chest between my breasts. He leaned down and licked it up, grinning at me when he came back up to view.
“Your tits bounce so fucking nice like this.”
I didn’t think it possible, but he fucked me even harder. “I have to come; I’m going to come.” I looked right at him, our eyes meeting, as he gave me a nod.
“Do it.”
I didn’t take my eyes off him, I spread my legs a bit wider, dug my hand harder into my clit and felt the doors of my release starting to open.
“Come for me, Lauren.”
It was all my body needed; the doors flew open and hot, electric waves pummeled me as my orgasm took me away. My breath caught in my throat. I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t moan, I could only feel each stroke he gave me, pushing me through my orgasm and making the explosion that much better.
When the waves calmed enough to let me breathe, I closed my eyes, resting my forehead on his shoulder.
“I’m not done with you yet,” he ground out, and pushed me down onto my back. The countertop felt chilled compared the heat of my skin. His hands pushed my legs up toward my chest, and out, spreading me far, but never once did his cock leave me or miss a stroke.
I laid spread out before him and he towered over me, pumping me hard and driving me crazy with his grunts and his looks. Again and again, Michael plowed into me. He leaned over, almost close enough to kiss.
“Again, Lauren. Come for me again. You can do that, right? You can be my good girl?”
At the sound of being called his good girl, my clit jumped to attention, ready to obey any command this man gave. His nostrils flared with his grin and his thumb brushed over my clit, dangling me over the edge again. I replaced his hands on my legs, holding myself open for him as he continued to rub. One hand moved up and squeezed my breast. The burn of his pinching mingled with the after effects of my first orgasm, and drove me closer to another.
My thighs shook as the tight ripples took hold in my body. I wasn’t ready, but my body didn’t care. My climax took me by surprise, ripping through me with the velocity of a tornado. Squealing from the overwhelming sensations, my pussy clamped down on him, pulsating around his hard cock.
“That’s my girl,” he whispered. His throbbing cock moved faster, warning me he was close. The muscles in his neck tensed, his eyes clenched shut, he pumped once more, twice more before he stilled over me, shooting his come into me. He growled and threw his head back with his orgasm. Two small jerks of his hips and he let out a loud breath. “Fuck, Lauren. You’re going to kill me if you get any sweeter.” He peeled my hands from my knees and brought my legs down to dangle over the edge of the counter. Grabbing a towel from a nearby drawer, he pulled free of my body and went about cleaning me up.
I sat up when he finished, and his arms wrapped around my body, pulling me to him and kissing me. Gently. Not the usual territorial marking his kisses usually were, but a soft, loving kiss that spoke to the truth in his heart. This man wouldn’t abandon me after this was all said and done. He needed me as much as I needed him.
Whatever had transpired between him and Mick at the clubhouse left him tense and rattled. He needed to feel me, to own me, to know I was tangible. Now that he’d found that release he needed, I needed to get some answers.
“Mick wants me to put my kutte back on,” he whispered to me after breaking off the kiss and resting his forehead against mine. I didn’t pull away to look at him; he seemed to need the connection, and feeling him so close made me feel safer, too.
“Why?”
“Says we’ll have the clubs backing if I wear my kutte again, rejoin the club. They’ll help us take down Leonard and the guys he’s paying to get to you.”
I did pull back then and held his face in my hand, forcing his eyes to mine. “No. We don’t need them, or him, or anyone. I’ll just give up the internship, Michael. It’s not that big of a deal. I’ll take my second choice. I’ll get a job there just as easily. It will be fine. You don’t have to go back to being in that club with that asshole of a president.”
He pulled my hands down, holding them in my lap. “I already told him yes.” His finger pressed against my lips when I tried to speak. “This Leonard guy, he’s not some low life junkie. He’s got money, and plenty of muscle bought with that money. He bought the Fallen, paid for their help in eliminating the girl who dared to take his son’s spot at that firm. Leonard hasn’t forgotten you, Lauren. He’s gunning for you, and he won’t stop just because you let go of the internship.”
“Why? Because he thinks I shorted his package? Because Tanner beat him for trying to rape me?”
“Who knows. Maybe because Tanner cut him off and he’s been buying shitty product since. Because he can’t hurt Tanner, he’s hurting you. I don’t know. It doesn’t matter. But what matters is we are going to have to go up against the Fallen to shut him down. They reached out to Mick, pulled a few favors, made a few threats to expose his car ring to the cops if he didn’t help them out. Turns out Tanner worked with a few of the Fallen a few years back for a short time. Running drugs for him out of state. They stopped, club didn’t want that shit on their doorstep, but Leonard knew of them, knew their history. It wasn’t hard to get them involved in this, I guess. Mick owes them a few favors. Apparently the fucker likes to make deals behind the club’s back. They came to collect, which is how Matthew got involved to go after you. He doesn’t want to deal with the Fallen anymore, he wants to take them down a peg or two. So, if I put my kutte back on, he’ll use the club to go after Leonard and the Fallen to make this stop.”
When he was done, he took a step back, swiping up his jeans from the floor he stuffed his legs into them, leaving me sitting naked on the counter. It was a lot to take in.
“All because Tanner gave me the wrong package one night almost two years ago?”
He jammed his hands in his pockets. “Yeah.”
“That is so fucking stupid!” I yelled. “I mean, what the fuck!” I hopped off the counter and started to pace
around the kitchen. “Of all the fucking stupid shit. Seriously? That asshole is that pissed that Tanner cut him off his supply? His coke is that fucking important to him? If I drop the internship, that won’t fucking matter, will it? Because his fucking male pride has been bruised? Two years later he’s coming at me for a fucking mix up in the packages?”
If he was surprised to hear me yelling and cursing, he didn’t look it and he made no move to stop me either.
“I tried, Michael. I tried so fucking hard not to end up in the same life as my mom, and look at me. Right where she was. I may not have a husband who wants to beat me death, but I have plenty of other men who want to.”
“No one’s going to get to you.”
“No, because you joined your biker club again—you’re in a gang again.”
“It’s not a gang.” His forceful clarification didn’t work to soothe my worry or angst.
“It’s all happening again. To protect me, you’re giving up your life. I won’t do it. I will not let you do this. Not a second time. I couldn’t live with myself a second time.” I wasn’t sure when the tears started to fall, but they were falling fast.
His arms wrapped around me, pulling me to his chest. Sloppy sobs ripped through me. I couldn’t let him do it, not again. Not for my stupidity. I had to deal with it on my own. I would have to figure out a way to do it on my own.
“Shhh.” His hand ran over my hair. He rocked me gently but I continued to cry.
“I can’t let you do this.” I sobbed into his bare chest, well aware my tears were slipping down his chest.
“You aren’t letting me do anything.” He pushed me away, wiping the tears from my face. “It’s my call. Just like it was back then. Even knowing what would happen, I’d still have made the same decision. No one lays a hand on my girl.”
“You left the club—”
“Let me finish. I said yes on the condition that when this is all over, Mick steps down. He can keep his leathers and his membership, but he won’t be holding anymore chairs.”
“Why would he agree to that?” I sniffled.
“Because if he didn’t, the entire club would hear of the fucked up shit he’s been doing, and they would cut him out of the club permanently. He’s a fucked up guy, does stupid shit, but he really does love that club. And so do I, Lauren. I only left because I couldn’t go along with him on that shit.”
“He tried to have you killed!” I reminded him.
“Yeah. I remember that.” He gave me a half smile. “I’ll handle all of that shit. You just need to keep it together and do exactly as I say when I say it. Got it? Things are getting hotter now. The Fallen know I’m involved, know I suspect them, and they aren’t going to let this just go. Leonard is paying them a shit load of money to see this through.”
I let out a ragged breath. “They want me to let go of the internship, and then they were going to kill me anyway?”
“Yeah. One in particular.”
“Colton?” I wouldn’t believe that. He may have been their VP but he wouldn’t go along with that idea. He may be a controlling son of a bitch, but he wouldn’t hurt a woman. Never. But then again, money spoke pretty loudly.
“No.”
“You said you talked with Colton.”
“I did. He didn’t know what’s going on, and I think that’s the case for most of the club. He’s VP; he would know if the club had taken a job to kill some bystander. I’m not sure Mick’s right about it being the whole club. I think it’s one guy. One guy who took the money from Leonard for the kill. The others, they think they’re just being muscle to get you out of the way of the internship. That’s why they got Mick to handle it, better to outsource trouble, I guess. Keep their hands clean, but get the results they want from Leonard.”
“Why did my life get so damn complicated?”
“Shit just happens, babe.” He kissed my cheek. “I don’t want you to worry about this. Putting my kutte back on isn’t the worst idea. As long as Mick steps down and I can get Johnny to finally step up, the club will straighten back out.
“Who’s the guy? The guy who has the job of killing me?”
He eyed me carefully, as though he wasn’t sure he wanted to tell me or not. “Dean Jensen.”
My brow furrowed and I bit my bottom lip. The name sounded familiar but I couldn’t place it. “Why does that name sound so familiar?”
“How well do you know Asya’s boyfriend?” he asked.
“Asya…” It hit me then. “Dean Jensen. I saw his name on a check he left her. He needed her to take his rent check into the office for him. Why would he say yes, how could he say yes? It must be a trick. He must have taken on the job so no one else would do it. Dean’s a great guy. Nice. Totally in love with Asya. He’d never hurt me.”
“Did you know he was in the Chicago’s Fallen?”
“What? No. He never wore any leather coat or vest or anything. I mean, I knew he had a bike, would take Asya out for long rides in the summer, but so what? Lots of guys have motorcycles.”
“It’s defiantly Dean, Lauren. And I think Asya knows it, too.”
***
Michael scrambled eggs on the stove while I stood at the back door staring out the window at the birds building a nest in a tree a few doors down. I could feel his eyes on me now and then, but he didn’t speak. Didn’t ask me if I was okay. I wasn’t, and he knew it.
Asya was my roommate and only friend for several years. Did she know her boyfriend was out to kill me? The thought had been laughable. I didn’t believe Michael at first. Why would Dean go through all of that? Get a rival club to harass me, only for him to kill me himself? Michael tried to explain that if he succeeded, having the harassment coming from somewhere else would take the heat off of him. Besides, why would anyone suspect my roommate's boyfriend?
Even if Dean were involved, I didn’t think Asya would go along with it. Until my phone rang that morning, waking us both up from a fitful sleep. I had left my phone on the dresser, completely out of reach, so by the time I got to it, the call had gone to voicemail. It was Asya. Not wondering if I was okay, or where I was—because it had been a few days since she’d seen me—but to ask if I’d come by the apartment that afternoon. Alone. She needed some girl time she said.
Michael asked me if she’d ever done that before, and I could only shake my head. Asya and I led pretty separate lives outside our apartment. We were close friends for roommates, but rarely did we go out together. Mostly because of my schedule and because she worked into the early morning hours.
“Breakfast is ready.”
The plates sliding onto the table echoed in my mind. Everything seemed louder that morning. It was Sunday. I should have been studying. Instead I would be spending the day with Michael working on not getting myself killed.
“Thanks.” I turned from the door and took the seat he held out for me. He’d made me toast, too. Butter and jelly—the man remembered so much about me from so long ago. So many things had taken our lives in jagged turns; the fact that we were sitting at the same breakfast table still astounded me.
“Lauren.” His fork lay still on his plate. “It’s going to be all right. Nothing’s going to happen to you. I won’t let it. And now that we’ll have the protection of the club, I at least have somewhere safe to stash you while I go meet Asya at your apartment.”
I dropped my fork. “No. I don’t want you going back into the club, and I don’t want you to handle Asya. I will take care of this. It’s my own stupidity that got me in this mess, I’ll get myself out. I can’t keep depending on you to be my savior and my bodyguard.”
He reached over and held my hand, keeping silent until I looked up at him. His jaw clenched and his eyes narrowed. “You can always depend on me to take care of you.” He squeezed my hand when I tried to pull it away. “That doesn’t make you weak. The girl who worked for Tanner, who clawed her way to the top of her class—that girl isn’t weak. But that girl is definitely out of her element when it comes to bad g
uys. That is my department.” He gave me a tepid smile.
“I’ll go to my apartment this afternoon. Maybe Asya wants to warn me.” I knew how silly I sounded as the words flew from my mouth, but I needed that little bit of hope.
“Then she can give me the warning.” He looked at my plate. “Eat your eggs before they get cold.”
“I’m not that hungry.”
“Well, it’s this or bar food at the club, I suggest you eat this.”
“About you going back into the club—”
“Lauren. The decision’s been made. I told you once Mick steps down and we get someone else up on his seat, it will be fine. All that illegal shit will stop.”
“Colton told me I wasn’t old woman material.”
He laughed, nearly spitting out the water he just sipped. “Old lady, Lauren. Not old woman.”
