“Yes,” she cried out as her pleasure climbed.
“You afraid of this shit happening, after I’ll leave you?” He thrust hard into her, so hard her head hit the wooden headboard. “I’m going to fuck you so you’ll know there isn’t anything that’ll come between us.”
“God, Rook, yes.” The air left her. A tingling sensation traveled throughout her whole body at his sandpaper sounding voice, at the harshness, hoarseness of it. But she also felt awareness at the truth of his words. The corded muscle and tendons that were laced and bulging right underneath his golden tattooed flesh had the urge to lick at his skin consuming her.
The thick crest of his shaft pressed against the entrance of her pussy on the down stroke, and he held her gaze for a suspended moment before slamming into her with so much force she hit her head once again. A shocked cry left her when he bottomed out. Agony and ecstasy had tears slipping out of the corner of her eyes, and Bobbie moaned for more.
“Look at me.” Rook’s voice was deep and hard as he issued the command.
She hadn’t even realized she’d closed her eyes, but when she opened them she saw the intensity on his face.
Everything around her faded until there was only this one moment in time with him, with the biker she loved. He hovered above her, his upper body blocking out everything else.
“I want you looking at me because I want you to watch while I slam my cock into your tight little pussy and see you come.”
Bobbie’s mouth opened on its own at his dirty words.
“Look, baby.”
She lifted up and braced herself on her elbows, and stared at where he was buried in her body. He slowly pulled out of her, his length becoming visible inch after huge inch. His thickness was glossy from her pussy cream, and right when she thought he would torment her with just the tip lodged in her cunt hole, he thrust back into her.
Arms shaking and breath leaving her in uneven gasps, all Bobbie could do was hold on and let this man take her, flushing out everything else that wasn’t about this one moment.
Chapter Thirteen
When the shit had gone down at the bar with Bobbie, and Rook had found out that some motherfucker had wanted to get to him through his old lady, all Rook wanted to do was find the asshole and skin him. No one threatened what was his. But then his sweet Bobbie had looked at him with fear and worry, with that expression that told him she was breaking. He hated that it was because of his life that she was in this situation, but he was also too much of a selfish bastard to let her go.
She wanted to forget about what was happening, and he’d make sure she couldn’t even think of her own name by the time he was done with her.
He watched his dick slide in and out of Bobbie’s tight pussy, trying to control himself because this was for her. She needed this, had begged him, and he wasn’t going to deny his woman. This wasn’t just about having the control and domination, giving her pain with pleasure. This was about making her forget about what was happening around them.
Right now he was this fucking animal with her, needing her like a fiend just as much as she needed him. He didn’t make love to her, no, that wasn’t what this was about. Hell, Rook didn’t even know if he’d ever be the type of man that made love to his woman. They liked it rough and gritty.
Her flesh was pink and wet, swollen and gripped him like an iron fist. The slickness of her pussy and the suctioning warmth of her tightness had his orgasm rushing precariously close to the surface. He pushed into her and pulled back out. Her luscious thighs had him imagining himself with his face buried between them. Dipping his head to her breast he ran his tongue around her nipple, loving when the tip tightened for him. Her moans were soft and breathy, and he worked his hips against hers, faster and harder, giving them both what they desperately needed right now. It was taking all of his strength to hold off from coming.
His thrusting hips caused the large mounds to bounce up and down, and her nipples were tight, pink crests, seeming to get harder by the second. His mouth watered for a taste, but at the moment he couldn’t move when she lifted her hips and met his pumps.
“Oh yeah, that’s it, baby. You fucking know how to work that pussy on my cock.” He clenched his jaw, closed his eyes, and let the wave of pleasure claim him. But all too soon he found himself holding back from coming.
He placed his hand back on her hip, holding her down for him, because her meeting his pumps like this was going to have him getting off far too soon. And Rook didn’t want this to end just yet. No, he wanted her to come once more, and then he’d take her ass. He dug his nails deeper into her skin, and with his other hand placed his finger right on her clit. She arched her back when he felt the crown of his dick touch her G-spot, so he started rubbing the little nub at the top of her mound. And then she let go, came right there for him, and all Rook could do was watch the fucking beauty of her as she let the pleasure take over.
When she started breathing again her body relaxed on the bed, and she looked up at him with a drugged-like quality, Rook pulled out of her and flipped her onto her belly. He was already ready to come, needing it badly. He grabbed her arms, pulled them behind her, and secured her wrists with one of his hands at the small of her back. For a moment he just took in the sight before him of her helpless, at his mercy, and breathing hard for more. His cock throbbed, the tip leaking pre-um, and his need rising up like a violent beast.
Rook let go of her wrists, but said, “Leave them at the base of your spine.” He grabbed her hips, forced her to brace herself on her knees so her lower body was now raised for him, and looked his fill of her swollen, red pussy and the little asshole between her big, juicy ass cheeks. As he pulled her cheeks apart even wider, he pointed his dick right at the hole, pre-cum dotting the tip of his cock and threatening to drip onto the bed.
“Look at this hot ass. I’m going to fuck you, pump my cock so thoroughly back here that you can’t help but come again.”
She moaned.
“I’m going to fill you up with my spunk, Bobbie, make it come out of your ass because there is just too much.”
“God, Rook,” she breathed and moaned out at the same time.
He could have gotten some lube, probably should have, but instead he gathered her pussy cream on his fingers. She was soaked, the silky wetness saturating the digits. He brought his fingers to the tight ring of muscles, and smoothed them along the hole. He used his other hand to collect more moisture, and once her asshole was glistening with her cream, he pushed the digits inside of her, stretching her unused hole. He scissored them in her ass, making sure he got her nice and prepared for what he was about to do to her.
“I want that big cock of yours up in my ass, Sir,” she said on a breath. Bobbie looked over her shoulder at him, her mouth parted, red, and glossy.
They might have a D/s relationship, but there were times they didn’t need to take that pleasure/pain sexual encounter to the extreme, didn’t need that control that had them both soaring higher than a damn kite. Of course having sex with his woman was always passionate and real, and there were times when his Dom side rose up, wanting to give her that pain.
“You want me fucking you back here, baby?” he said, thrusting his fingers in and out of her ass. She nodded, her eyes rolling back in her head, and he knew he had to do this now or he’d come before he even had his dick back inside of her. He needed this, needed to be with her in this way and fill her up.
“Yes, Rook. I want that,” she moaned.
“Your ass is all stretched for me, all slick and lubed, baby.” She held off his groan when she clenched around his fingers. “I want you sucking at my dick like you’re hungry for my cum.” He was speaking so dirty to her, so raunchy, but fuck, he’d never be ashamed about that, never feel wrong. She loved hearing the words as much as he loved saying them. “I’m such a dirty bastard when it comes to you,” he ground the words out at the same time he removed his fingers from her and placed the tip of his dick at her asshole.
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sp; He brought his hand down on her right ass cheek, slapping the flesh hard enough she cried out and pushed back slightly. He spanked her left ass cheek, and then went back to smacking her right side. Over and over he did this before actually pushing into her. He loved that her skin jiggled from the force, that her voice rang high as she cried out for more. He was so damn hard at the sight of her skin turning red, his handprints showing up. He only stopped when his palm started to go numb, and that’s when he knew he needed to fuck his woman in the ass before he came right then and there.
“I like that I bring out the dirty bastard in you.”
He slapped her ass hard enough she cried out, but he fucking loved it. He started pushing into her as he held onto her hips. He fed her ass his cock, his focus on the fact she was taking all of him, her body stretching to take the girth and length. Arms and legs numb from the pleasure that coursed through him, Rook felt his orgasm move up his spine and start to claim him.
“Yes, Rook, I’m coming again,” she cried out, her ass squeezing his dick.
“That’s it. Milk my fucking dick, Bobbie, squeeze that ass on my shaft.”
She made a low wail as she peaked. Over and over he slid in and out of her, prolonging the intensity of their climaxes until he couldn’t hold off anymore.
“I could fuck you all night long and never get enough, but I’m about to explode as it is, baby.”
“Let go, Rook. Fill my ass with your cum.”
His sweat dripped onto her ass cheek, and he loved that she reached behind and rubbed the wetness into her flesh.
Once, twice, and on the third thrust he buried his erection so far into her ass her that his balls slapped against her pussy. He came, filled her with his seed, and groaned from the intensity. He couldn’t even breathe for how good she felt, how hard her ass clenched around his cock.
“Yeah, baby.” His whole body shook, and although his orgasm was quite possibly the longest one in history, he never stopped slowly thrusting inside of her. With one final groan, he stilled and took in a lungful of air.
He pulled out of her, and although he should have gone to the bathroom and grabbed something to clean her up, he lay beside her and pulled her close to his body.
“Just hold me, Rook. I don’t want this to end just yet.”
He pulled her closer to his body and kissed her on the forehead. “It’ll never end, Bobbie baby.”
She lifted her hand and brushed away the sweaty hair from his forehead, her focus right on his eyes.
“Hey.” He cupped her cheek. “Everything will be okay, baby. I promise.”
She smiled, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes.
“You’re my world, and I don’t know what the hell I did to deserve you, but I’m not letting anything come between us.”
“Rook—”
He kissed her, stopping her from speaking. “I’ve done a lot of fucked up shit in my life, hurt people, ruined and burned bridges, and I have no doubt that’s what this letter and this asshole is all about. But you’re what’s good in my life. You make me a better man, and I’ll make sure that I’m back here so we can be together. Ain’t nothing going to stop me from having you as my old lady.”
“Good, because I’m not letting you leave me.” She smiled, and he rested his forehead against hers, just loving that this woman was here with him.
“I’ve never had anything I cared about like I care about you. It’s always been the MC. They have always been my world, what’s important to me. But now I have you in my life, and I will never let you go, Bobbie. I can’t, because I can’t live without you.”
“I’ll be here until the end.” She kissed him softly and rested her forehead on his chest.
He held her close with a hand to the back of her head, inhaling deeply, and knowing that this woman was everything to him. “I’m going to make sure I make things right. I’m not going anywhere. Without you I’m nothing, Bobbie.”
“I love you, Rook.”
He held her impossibly tight to him, not wanting to let her go. “And I love you, too, baby girl.”
Chapter Fourteen
Rook had a lot of shit on his mind, none of it dealing with why he was at the clubhouse sitting in a meeting with the other Patches. He leaned back in his chair, stared at the scarred wood in front of him, and tuned out Lucien as the president of their MC spoke. All Rook could think about was what he’d have to do tonight, the information he’d find out, and the motherfucker he’d take out.
He hadn’t told the club about any of this, and although he should have kept them in the loop, let them know what the hell was going on, Rook also knew he could handle this on his own. The club had other shit to take care of, stuff that didn’t involve Rook and whatever asshole thought to come up from his past.
“You with us, man?”
Rook pushed away his thoughts and turned his head to look at Ruin. The other member was leaning back in a relaxed position, his arm slung over his chair, and his hand on the top of the club table.
“I’m fine.” Rook cleared his throat, and knew he needed to worry about this right here, not what he’d be doing tonight. What Rook needed to focus on was this meeting, because he had his own news to share, and it wasn’t the corrupt kind that he’d be dealing with tonight.
“Any other business before we talk about Tank joining?” Lucien asked.
“Yeah,” Rook said. He looked around at the men, at his brothers, his family. For a moment he didn’t speak, felt like he couldn’t. Hell, he felt like a pussy because of the amount of emotion moving through his veins right now at just thinking about Bobbie.
“You got the floor, Rook.” Lucien leaned back in his chair, the leather creaking. The room was silent, still, and all eyes were focused on him and what he was about to say.
He was silent for a moment longer, knowing that this was good news, fucking fantastic news, in fact. “I took an old lady, and she used to be a sweet-butt.” Although she’d only been with Rook since they started being sexual together, he wanted it to be known that she was his. “She isn’t club property anymore. She’s mine, and that means any fucker that messes with her, no matter if they’re a prospect or Patch, will get my foot shoved up their ass.”
There was a chuckle from some of the guys, but the rest watched him without showing emotion.
“Man, we’ve been waiting for that to fucking come to light,” Tuck said and grinned.
Rook didn’t know if Bobbie had said anything to Jana, but he wouldn’t be surprised, seeing as the two women were close. Hell, he wanted to tell everyone how happy he was, but that wasn’t how Rook worked. He didn’t show emotion, well, hadn’t until he stopped being an asshole and finally let himself be with Bobbie in the way he wanted. For too long he’d been holding back, keeping his feelings for her deep inside. Those days were gone. He was finally letting himself be happy with her, but he still wasn’t the type of man to show emotion, especially to his brothers in arms.
“Well, Bobbie has always been liked at the club. She’s part of the family, and we never saw her as just another sweet-butt,” Lucien said, and there was a murmur of agreement.
“Yeah, she’s family all the way through. She always has been.” Malice was the one to speak.
“She certainly is something else,” Rook said with affection, and although he wanted to smile because he was so damn happy, he kept his poker face on and played it up like he was a tough motherfucker. That had him chuckling inside, because Bobbie would never know exactly how much she’d changed him for the better.
“Last piece of business is Tank being a Patch. He’s shown his loyalty, been there no matter what, and is one of the toughest, most honest motherfuckers I’ve ever met,” Lucien said. “And I think, by listening to all of you since he’s been prospecting, that you all agree he’s a good man.”
There was a murmur of approval.
“We’ll put it to a vote.”
Everyone voted, and the response was unanimous. Tank was now a Patch.
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nbsp; “Okay, let’s conclude this meeting with any new or existing business. Anyone have anything to say?”
There was a low hum of conversation as the guys started talking.
“You seem different … happy, man,” Ruin said in a low voice when everyone started talking again. Ruin had said it low enough Rook knew only he was able to hear.
He looked at the biker, saw the harshness in the other man’s face, and knew at one point he’d probably looked that way, too. He’d been living in this darkness for so long, only worrying about himself and his club, focusing on getting off when he was deep in pussy, and not giving a shit how hardcore he’d become. He killed without remorse, didn’t fuck around when someone messed with him or what he held close, which at one time had only been his club.
Rook didn’t have anyone aside from these men around the meeting table. They were his family, the only family that had meant anything to him. With a fucked up childhood, wild and reckless teenage years, and his adulthood being one of anarchy and being a one-percenter, all Rook had focused on was living one day at a time. Hell, the life he led didn’t give him free rein to think he might even live very long, not when he was involved with things that could snuff out his life as easily as if it were a fragile flame on a candle.
“I am happy, Ruin. I am happier than I’ve ever been.”
Ruin grinned and clapped him on the back. “Just don’t become one of those guys that gets soft because of his old lady.”
Rook grunted. “Does it look like I’ve gone soft?”
Ruin started chuckling.
Yeah, Rook had softened, but only for Bobbie, and that would never change.
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Bobbie wiped off the table of the customers that had just left, and as she turned to walk away, she couldn’t clear her mind about tonight. She was supposed to go to the club and stay there until Rook gave her word everything was safe, that she didn’t have to have the club’s protection, and that he was coming back to her.
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