by Sophia Gray
“Oh, there are other punishments that work just as well. Especially with horny girls who want my cock buried in them.” He shoved his fingers hard into me then and I gasped at the sudden fullness.
“Oh god!”
“Uh-huh, that’ what I thought. I know what you want, you want me to fuck you hard and make you scream, but not this time. This time we’ll go my pace.”
“We always go your pace,” I mumbled under my breath when he withdrew his fingers from me. He heard me, I could tell by the grin on his face, but he didn’t comment. Instead he moved from the bed and grabbed a condom from his jeans and pushed out of his boxers.
I watched his cock bob free from the material with envy. He wrapped his fingers around his base and stroked himself a few times before rolling the condom down over his length. Fuck, I needed to come soon. Even watching his movements made me want him more.
He climbed back on the bed, between my legs, and held my hips down onto the bed. Lining up his cock with my entrance he took his time looking me over. By the time his eyes met mine, I was hungrier than ever to have him take me. He pushed forward but stopped when only the tip of his dick was inside me.
“Rafe.” I reached for his shoulders, sinking my fingers into his flesh. “Please, please just fuck me.” My legs quivered and my entire body tensed waiting for him to finally sink himself into me and fill me with his thick cock. I needed him so badly I would obey anything he commanded.
“In good time, Beth.” The bastard grinned down at me. His thumb played over my clit again making me wiggle beneath him, hoping if I moved enough he’d slide further in my wet passage. “Stop wiggling around, you’ll take what I give you when I give it to you.” His voice sounded as strained as my body felt. Good. Let him feel as frustrated as me. “Even when you aren’t speaking you’re a brat,” he growled, capturing my mouth in another heated kiss. In one quick thrust he pushed into me
I cried out from the sudden fullness. He licked my lip. “Oh, fuck,” I whispered when he pulled out to the tip and drove into me again, but slower, painfully slow. “Fuck,” I growled, and slapped his shoulder.
His response was to lean up, and grab my nipple between his fingers. He pinched hard. I squirmed, searching his expression for any signs of true anger. Not anger, but mild irritation. He had warned me. I arched up, and tried to pry his hand from my breast, but he was too strong.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry!” I panted. He released my nipple, which only brought another round of fire to the sensitive nub. “Fuck.” I tried to cover my breasts, but he knocked my hand out of the way and bent lower, taking it into his mouth and soothing the ache with his tongue.
He let go, and put his face right over mine, our noses nearly touching. “Do. Not. Do. That. Ever. Again.” He punctuated every word with a strong stroke of his cock. “Do you get me, Beth?”
“I get it. I get it. I’m sorry.” I nodded and went back to gripping his shoulders. “Please. I’m sorry.”
He withdrew himself almost all the way then slammed into me hard. I rolled my head to the side, as he continued to pound me, slow then fast, but each time deep and hard. “Look at me, Beth. I want your eyes on me when I finally let you come.”
He’d dragged me to the edge and back so many times, I couldn’t think straight. I only knew my body was as taught as a guitar string, and every time he plucked it I wanted to sing. I nodded and managed to look back at him as he quickened the pace.
His jaw was clenched tight. His little game seemed to have the same effect on him as me. I pulled my legs higher, and he groaned from the angle he plowed into me. The pressure built to a peak inside my core and even if he tried to pull me away, I wouldn’t be able to stop it from happening.
“Please,” I breathed out, my breath harder and harder to get out. “Please, Rafe. I need to come. Please let me come. Please.”
He grinned down at me. “There’s my girl. Yes, come for me, baby. Come hard on my cock. Don’t look away.”
One flick of his fingertip over my clit and I spiraled out of control. I bucked up at him, cried out with each hard wave of my release. He captured my mouth as he found his own release and growled his orgasm into my body.
We laid like that, a sweaty heap of a mess, breathing hard and trying to catch our breaths together. His lips brushed against mine once more before he rolled over to my side, taking me with him. “One sec.” He hopped off the bed and went to the corner of the room. I pulled up the blanket to cover myself as I admired his bare ass as it was facing me while he took care of the condom.
“Mommy?” Maddie knocked on my door, then tried the handle. Rafe leapt to the door and locked it just before she could get inside. “Mommy, are you okay? I heard you yelling.” She knocked harder.
Rafe had his jeans back on before I could sit up properly. “I’ll put her back to bed. You lay back down.” I gave me a pointed look and went back to the door.
“Hey, sweet pea.” He slid out of the door before I could see her, or more importantly she could see me. “Mommy’s fine. She’s falling asleep now though, so let’s get you tucked back into bed.”
“Okay, Rafe.” The door shut, but I got a glimpse of her little hand reaching up to take to his. I lay back against the pillows with a wave of relief quickly followed by a roll of panic seizing my body.
Madison barely remembered her father, and had never known any man to be that sort of figure in her life. Yet she took to Rafe as easily as pancakes to syrup. Watching her warm up to him so easily brought to mind how quickly I’d warmed to him. Hell, the man was sleeping in my house, in my bed. If the twins heard about it, they’d have a field day with the situation, or they’d pester him to death with accusations and questions.
It was more than having someone who physically drew things out of me that I never knew existed. Rafe seemed to read my mind, which didn’t always play to my benefit, but he knew me. In such a quick time we’d become friends and maybe more. Did I want more? Could I handle more? He hadn’t said much about Maddie.
There wasn’t a freak out, but he didn’t mention anything about ever wanting his own kids. Well, unless the comment about his baby in my belly counted. Still, that phrase gave me goose bumps. Having his baby would mean being tied to him forever. Rafe wouldn’t walk away like Jeremy did, no he was more of a man than that. But would he be a part of the kid’s life?
I rolled over to my side and faced the door. I needed to get those sorts of thoughts the hell out of my head. Rafe was part of Anarchy’s Reign, and until I knew exactly what that all meant—he couldn’t be a part of our lives.
He’d spend the night, but after breakfast I’d take Madison to the daycare and he’d go home.
Chapter Nine
The man was an unreasonable asshole.
“It’s not up for discussion.” Rafe leaned against my kitchen counter cradling a cup of coffee in his hand. Fully dressed in his jeans and kutte, his hair clean from his shower earlier, he stared at me as though I would just roll over because he said to.
“I have a job. A job that I’d like to keep…no, need to keep.” I brought a sippy cup of milk to Madison who was playing with her dolls near the front window.
“Call in sick. People take sick days all the time.” He took another sip of his coffee. “You aren’t going into work today.”
“What did that damn text say?” I crossed my arms over my chest. I was already dressed for the day, scrubs on, hair braided, shoes tied. Everything had been fine until his damn phone started vibrating on the table, nearly buzzing right onto the floor.
“It was information I needed. And now that I have it, I need you and Maddie to stay home today. Keep the door locked, don’t open it for anyone other than me.” His voice was dangerously low, but I could see the tick in his jaw. Whatever the news that came through the phone, it wasn’t a wish for a good day. “JC will stop by a few times this morning; he won’t hang out but he’ll drive by. He won’t come to the door, so if someone does, don’t open it. Got me?”
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br /> “No, Rafe, I don’t get you. I have to go to work, I can’t play these games. There’s no reason for anyone to be coming after me and Maddie.”
“I know, because you’ll be staying home where it’s safe.” He dumped his coffee in the sink and shoved his phone into his back pocket.
“Why wouldn’t I be safe at work? There’s security there.”
He laughed. “Yeah. Okay. You stay home. Got it?” I wanted to scream at him. “Don’t go getting Maddie all worried because you want to have a hissy fit. Just do what I’m telling you to do. I’ll be back later and we’ll figure something else out, okay?”
He slid his hand up my neck, behind me until he was gripping my hair at the base of my head, pulling me to him. His lips pressed down on mine as he ground his pelvis into me. His entire body pressed against me, making me soften under his touch.
Once he broke the kiss and stared down into my eyes, I couldn’t help but watch his lips as he ran his tongue over them. “Damn, woman, you taste even better pissed off.”
Regaining my senses, I pushed back from him and tried to give him a good glower. There was no way I could stay home. I didn’t call in sick even when I was sick for two reasons: I needed to save what sick days I had for when Maddie needed me home because she was sick, and because any unused time was paid out at the end of the year.
“I’m going to work today. You got it?” I snarled at him with my hands on my hips. His lips curled into a slow smile, and he nodded.
“Oh, I get it all right.” He stepped closer to me, pinning me against the counter by placing his hands on the countertop on either side of me. Leaning in as close as he could, he whispered in my ear, “I get that you don’t remember that little spanking I gave you yesterday and are looking for a reminder. Which I’m happy to give you, except Maddie is over there playing. So we’ll have to go to your bedroom for it, and, baby, that little spanking I gave you was nothing. There are lots of ways to remind you who’s in charge around here.”
I would have been completely pissed off at his threat if my panties didn’t fucking dampen just by his description. There was no mistaking that he would actually do what he promised, and I was pretty sure the reality would not be as sexy as the fantasy. The hand spanking had turned my insides hot, but I had a feeling his belt would only be lighting a fire on my ass and nowhere else. And if I was wrong, I wasn’t ready to know that either.
“I don’t want to lose my job.” I decided to whisper my fear and keep my attitude in check. The little tick was back in his jaw and I knew him well enough by then to know it meant trouble if I pushed.
“You won’t. And if that prick of a doctor gives you fucking trouble, I’ll deal with it.” He reached his hand into my back scrub pocket and pulled out my phone. “Call in sick. Now.” He pushed off the counter and handed me my phone.
While I made the call, he watched me with raised eyebrows and his arms folded across his chest, showing off the muscles there. As though I needed any reminder as to his build. I felt every inch of his body pressed against me as we slept.
“Mommy’s not going to work?” Maddie bounced into the kitchen, her pony tail bobbing behind her as she made her way over to us.
I finished leaving my message on the employee call-in line and squatted down to her level. “Yep, you and me are going to spend the day together. Right here at home.”
“But I was gonna finger paint today!” she whined. Maddie spent more time at daycare than she did home with me, did it really surprise me that she’d miss her friends if she didn’t go?
“You can finger paint here with your mama,” Rafe announced from behind me.
Maddie looked up at him and gave him a pout. “It’s not the same.”
“It will be fun,” he said with a pointed look down at her. “You’ll stay inside with your mama coloring and playing. And you won’t give her any trouble. Got me, little girl?” His voice hadn’t hardened during his dictate but she must have seen how serious he was being.
“I don’t want to stay home today.” My little girl was braver than I would have given her credit for as she gave his attitude right back at him. Her eyes narrowed on him, as though daring him to argue more with her. He obviously had never taken on a five-year-old before.
“You can see your friends tomorrow, baby girl. I promise.” I scooped her up in my arms and planted a big kiss on her cheek. Of course she wiped it off, she was mad at me.
“Put me down, Mama.” She shoved away from me and I put her back on her feet. “I don’t wanna finger paint.” She turned and walked away from us, leaving her dolls on the floor as she went to her room and slammed the door.
“Thanks,” I muttered to Rafe, and tossed my phone back on the counter.
“She can’t always get what she wants.” Rafe shrugged.
I looked at him with my mouth open. “Why not? You seem to think you can,” I shot at him. The tight lipped smile that curled over his lips didn’t give me a warm feeling.
“She’s a little girl.”
“What about me then? I’m an adult.” I thrust my chin out at him. Screw him and his demanding things; he wasn’t my owner. He wasn’t anything to me. Why the hell did I call in sick, I shouldn’t have listened to him.
“You may not be a little girl, but you are my girl. And if my girl doesn’t knock off some of her attitude, she’ll find herself bent over again.”
I wanted to lash out at him, to scream for him to get the hell out of my house, but damned if he didn’t step up to me and wrap his arms around me.
“I’m not your girl,” I mumbled into his chest, the patches on his kutte pressing into my cheek.
His chest rumbled when he laughed. “You keep saying that, but you have no idea how wrong you are. You became mine at that bar. I know it’s hard to start taking orders when you’ve been on your own for so long, but I’m protecting you. You can’t go outside today.” His voice no longer held the threat in it. “I’ll be back after lunch and we’ll figure all this out. But I need you to listen to me. I’m not fucking around. You and Maddie need to stay inside.”
“Are you looking for the guy who killed your friend?” I pulled back to look in his face. His features hardened at the mention of his dead president. “You are.” I sighed. “You say you want me to hide away to keep me safe while you charge into danger like some lunatic?”
“I’ll take care of my business and you take care of yours.” His hands dropped from around me and he took my hand, dragging me to the front window. Pulling the curtain aside he pointed to the guy sitting on a motorcycle across the street. “That’s JC. He’ll be around, he may just be sitting there or he’ll drive around, but you are not to leave this house. If he tells me you stepped one toe out of that door, I promise you, you won’t be sitting anytime soon.”
I yanked my hand away from him and marched to the door, unbolting it and flinging it open. A flood of morning sunlight poured into the living room. “Stop threatening to beat me.”
He shook his head and walked over to the door. “I don’t beat my women. But I will be disappointed if you don’t stay inside where I said.” The muscles in his jaw relaxed and he gave me an almost pleading look. “Promise me you’ll do what I say and stay safe.”
The concern settling in his dark eyes, and creased brow broke through my irritation. “Okay.” I relented. “We’ll stay inside. But when you get back, we need to figure something else out. I can’t keep taking days off.”
His lips covered mine in a slow, warm kiss that spread more heat throughout my body until my arms wrapped around him and I held him close. My lips parted for him as though they were completely under his command. His hand brushed across my breast, teasing my nipple to a hardened peak before he pulled away.
“Good girls get rewards, just remember that.” He gave me one quick peck and pushed the screen door open, stepping out into the sunlight. I watched him from the window as he hopped onto his bike. Someone must have dropped it off for him last night, but I hadn’t heard any
thing. Then again he had worn me out pretty good before I finally fell into an exhausted sleep.
Chapter Ten
RAFE
If the information Tristan passed along to me was right, then the Hell’s Spawn had everything to do with Jason’s murder, just like I thought. His text confirmed he saw one of their prospects at the club house earlier in the afternoon Jason was gunned down. When I tried brining the information to Gray, he shot me down.
“You leave them the fuck alone, Rafe. Unless you have real proof, I’m not starting a fucking war over your gut feeling.”
My fists begged to push his nose a bit to the left, but I managed to keep my cool. I couldn’t get to the bottom of the shit pile if I didn’t have the club’s backing. “Fine.” I growled at him. “Tell me what you’re doing to look into it.” I placed my hands flat on the table and leaned over, giving him my undivided attention.
He ran his fat tongue over his yellow tinted teeth and shook his head. “We need to shift our focus here, Rafe. We need to get this club united, pull together like the brothers we are and start working our way out of the shit storm. Now, I want us to get out of the gun running and all that other mulling we do, but first we need the funds. First we need to get our bankroll large enough to finance the strip club. This town needs a good titty bar, and once it’s in place we’ll be rolling in the cash. Between the liquor sales and the cut of the dancer’s tips, we’ll never need to run guns again.”
