I don’t get a chance to say anything snarky back to her, because the server appears—hands loaded with drinks and food.
We have a few more laughs and finish our delicious lunch. London makes me promise I’ll come out to the club tomorrow night, and then it’s back to work for me.
***
The next night...
I squeeze into some tight jeans with my thigh-high, black leather boots. They’re super sexy and I couldn’t give two shits if they kill my feet; I’m wearing them. Settling on a white, fitted long sleeve sweater, I shuck on my cropped black leather jacket and do a little spin. Even I think I look damn good in this outfit.
January’s been cold and wet so far, so I zip up my jacket, put on my black leather Coach gloves that my mom got me for Christmas and head for my bike. The ride over is going to be colder than a witch’s tit, but I have no other mode of transportation. I should have asked London to come pick me up.
Fuck.
I finally arrive at the clubhouse, chilled to the bone, and London is nowhere to be found. I could strangle her; I had just spoken to her a few hours ago to let her know when I would be here.
I hit the bar straight away, looking for a little liquid warmth. Hopefully they’ll serve me, even though London didn’t walk me in, and I’m not some stray club whore looking for her next conquest. I already know who I want to see; unfortunately, it’s a prospect behind the bar that I’ve never seen before. I nod him over and he approaches with his eyebrows raised.
“You lost, sweetie?”
“Humph...Just give me a Bud Light, I’m waiting on London.”
He turns without another word to get my drink.
My neck hairs prickle as warm breath flutters over my delicate skin when a deep raspy voice murmurs, “Those boots... Holy fuck, Peppermint!”
A large hand runs across my rib cage as Snake comes to stand behind me, his body instantly warming the chill from my back. I sit still, not turning to him and he leans in, my pussy contracting with each word as he talks near my ear.
“’Bout time you show up, and when you finally do, you look like sin. Those big beautiful tits... Fuck, baby, they’re calling my name.”
At that, I spin towards him, but he doesn’t let me get a word in, as his lips land on mine. The hand on my ribs runs upward, resting over my swollen breast, just aching for him to squeeze. His other hand lands on my cheek. He takes control of my face, so I can’t turn away from him. Not that I would.
Instead, I turn into him more, leaning my back against the bar and kiss him full force, both of his hands move briefly and then they cover my chest, squeezing and kneading as I attempt to stay conscious.
My hands go to his cut, clutching it as if my life depends on it, not letting him escape either. Our tongues tangle, for mere moments, but I can’t be sure how long it’s been. It feels like time has stopped, as the feelings of pent-up lust scorch through my body.
Snake wrenches away, his chest heaving from heavy breathing. He doesn’t utter a word, just snatches the bottle off the bar and lifts me from the stool. My legs clamp around his waist as if they have a mind of their own.
I pay no attention to where we’re headed—probably to his room or something—hopefully somewhere private. I run my fingers through his silky hair and suck on his earlobe. I’m so damn hot now, that I partially hope he slams me against a wall and thrusts into me to stop wasting time.
He fumbles with a door handle for a moment, finally getting it to twist. Once we’re through the door I’m airborne, being tossed onto his bed. I bounce, and like a flash he’s on me, ripping at the zipper on my jacket.
“Let-let me,” I mumble and he backs up a few inches so I can get my jacket unzipped and off.
He flings it to the floor, impatiently pushing my shirt and bra up. My breasts sing in ecstasy when his short whiskers roughly brush against them, and his lips draw my nipple into his mouth. He bites down and I let go.
“Oh fuck yes!”
Sweet zings shoot straight to my core and I grind against him. He runs one hand to my pants button, deftly unclasping it, and easily lowering the zipper. He definitely has experience; instead of it turning me off, it does the opposite. I want to jump for joy, being with a man who knows what the hell he’s doing.
A few beats later and he’s pushing my pants down my thighs only to have to stop because of my boots.
“Fuck!” he gasps, sitting up on his knees so he can unzip my boots next. “You look amazing, but fuck if these clothes weren’t made to cock block.”
I giggle, biting my lip and watch him. His pants are tented, and, fuck me, it looks like Snake could mean something else entirely if my guess is right.
He breathes deeply, finally getting my boots off and sends them sailing across the room. Once my pants are off, he crawls up the bed, keeping his face close to my thighs, occasionally brushing his tongue against my skin, making me moan.
He gets to the juncture between my thighs and bites gently.
“Want me to eat it, Peppermint?”
“No time for that now, just get inside me.”
Snake chuckles, pushing his jeans down his hips and kicking his boots off all in one motion. He’s naked except for his cut, and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. His cock reaches his belly button and my mouth waters in anticipation.
I can’t stop myself, and I reach down to take his length in my hands. I want to feel the thickness and hear him moan in pleasure.
I twist my hand and pump him a few times, eliciting a groan. He sucks on my breast and leaves dark red marks all over my chest.
“Okay, no more playing,” he grunts and leans over to fish a condom out of his nightstand drawer.
He leans back and I eagerly watch as he rolls the condom down his cock. He shoots me a playful grin, and then leans down to take my lips with his. He bites and sucks as he powerfully thrusts deep inside me.
The burn from the stretch brings tears to my eyes that I quickly blink away. It’s a good stretch, the kind that makes you think fuck he fits perfect.
I moan and clench around him, not meaning to, but I can’t stop myself. His cockis so on point, I feel like I want to come already and he just got inside.
“Please, Brently?” I beg, for what I have no idea. I don’t catch the slip and either he doesn’t or he ignores it.
“I got you, Lydia,” he mumbles and slams into me.
He repeats it, driving into me over and over, causing my body to move up the bed a little each time.
“Yes! Don’t stop! Fuck, please don’t stop!” I scream loud enough the bar can probably hear me.
“I’m not stopping, Peppermint,” he groans, his hand trailing around to my ass, his finger entering me the same time as he thrusts.
That’s all it takes. Fucking bliss ascends and I feel like I’m going to hit the ceiling as my orgasm swallows me up, filling my mind with lights and twisting my body until it surrenders to him.
I bite into his shoulder savagely to ride the wave as long as possible and his body tightens up. He drives into me relentlessly a few times; my head flying back as I brace myself for him, until finally he rewards me. Brently explodes inside me, filling me up, ending the perfection with my name in a sexy growl.
We lay still, his heavy, hot body molding me into the mattress, as we both pant to catch our breath. After a few beats, trailing my nails up his back, I break the silence.
“Sooo... Peppermint?”
He chuckles, planting a few kisses in the crook of my neck, sending fresh tingles and goosebumps over my flesh.
“Yeah, you know, like a candy cane? Your red hair reminded me of one since the club was all decked out for Christmas and shit. Thought it fit. Then later when I saw you suckin’ on one, I knew it was perfect.”
“Mmmm.” I don’t get many thoughts past that as he continues his assault of kissing and nibbling down my body until he’s licking just where I want him the most.
Chapter 3
I wake, stretching my body out like a ca
t. I’m thoroughly sated after our eventful night. I haven’t ever been fucked like that before and I damn sure want more of it.
Brently has half of his body uncovered, his juicy ass cheek on full display. I want to smack it, but he would probably freak out being woken up that way. Instead, I run my hand through his silky hair, scratching my nails along his scalp lightly and place a few tender kisses on his shoulder. Maybe I’ll wake him up with a surprise if he rolls over.
“Mmm...Sera, no!” he mumbles in a grave voice.
Sera? As in Seraphina? The fuck? Instead of waking him softly or tucking my tail and leaving, I do what any pissed off biker bitch would do.
I rear back, kicking him as hard as possible until he lands on the ground with a loud thump.
“The fuck?” he roars, jumping up.
“My thoughts exactly, ass clown! My name’s Lydia!”
“I know your fuckin’ name, why are you trippin’?”
“Why? Because you fucked me all night, and now you have the nerve to call out Sera? Seriously?”
“Goddamn it. I’m sorry, Lydia, it had nothing to do with you. I was dreaming; I wasn’t thinking of her. I can’t fucking help what I dream of—not like it was good anyhow.”
“I can’t compete with a goddamn ghost, Brently. It’s not fair and I shouldn’t have to.” My eyes well up with tears, even being angry right now, I can’t stop them from coming as my heart starts to break already.
Throwing the cover to the side, I start pulling my clothes on as fast as possible. He just stands there—his face bunched up in pain, looking lost. He doesn’t say anything though and that’s what makes me leave. If he would just open his damn mouth then I would stay and fight with him, I would hate him, then cry and maybe even fall for him deeper. But he doesn’t say a word, so none of that happens.
I jog through the club, quickly zipping my jacket up as far as possible and covering my tear-stained face with my helmet. Snake doesn’t even come after me; he lets me leave without uttering a word.
Fucking bastard.
The tears come, but I don’t try to stop them. Hell I don’t want them to stop, because it means my feelings for him are real. I haven’t cried like this since my brother’s birthday years ago. His death was very hard on me, but then celebrating his birth was even rougher. God, I miss him.
The air is frigid and cuts through my clothes. Sadness has a tendency to make you feel sadder and lonelier when you wallow in your thoughts.
Revving my engine, my rear tire loses traction momentarily, just enough to make my heart skip a beat with fear and make me slow the fuck down. What a damn idiot! I’m driving like a maniac and if something were to happen to me, too, my parents would be absolutely devastated.
I don’t care how torn I feel, I make myself take a few deep breaths and concentrate on riding. In the end it helps get my mind off of the disaster at the clubhouse, and I calm down by the time I get home.
It takes him an hour.
I was wondering if he’d eventually try to speak to me. He’s not talking, though; he’s roaring something fierce outside my door, getting more pissed as the minutes tick by because I refuse to open the door and let him in. He deserves to sweat it for a few minutes; I’ve been crying my eyes out since I left the damn compound. I may have calmed down for the rest of my ride, but once I was inside, the tears came down like a damn waterfall.
I’m jostled from my resting place against the door as he continues pounding. “You open this damn door, Peppermint! Right the fuck now!”
That makes me chuckle; he’s off his rocker if he thinks bossing me will get him anywhere.
“No! Not just no, but hell no!”All goes quiet until I hear a weird whirring noise, similar to that of a drill. This continues for about ten minutes, but I’ve heard not a peep out of him. I don’t know what on earth he’s doing out there, unless he screwed something up on his bike.
I leave my warm spot in front of the door and peek out one of the small front room windows. He’s not at his bike, but the door to my shed is wide open. Where is he?
A loud scraping sound comes from my door and the next thing I know, light floods inside as he pulls my front door off the hinges, setting it off to the side on my porch.
“You know some jackass put your door on backwards? What kind of fuckwit would put the hinges on the outside?” he grumbles and my mouth falls open as I gape at him.
“You-you just took my door off?”
Who does that? And then he comes inside acting all nonchalant like its normal to just remove someone’s doors from their house! Clearly using a power tool was enough to get him to calm down; the man was just throwing a fit like a three-year-old and now he’s Mr. Fucking Handyman.
He shrugs and readjusts it against the wall in the entryway.
“You’re putting my door back on,” I demand.
“Says who? I’m not doing shit till we talk.” He unrolls the sleeves of his flannel shirt. I’m guessing he expects this to take a long time and he’ll get chilly with his sleeves rolled up.
“It’s freezing outside and you want to talk? Funny, I remember you being real quiet back at the compound.”
“Look, I’m going to get right to it. I was a fucking idiot—still trippin’ from my dream—and I should have opened my mouth, but I had no idea what to do at that moment.”
“Dreaming about another woman and then calling out her name—let’s see, you could have started with ‘I’m sorry’ or maybe ‘I’m a cocksucker.’”
“Calm your tits, woman. She had just been blown up in front of me. You have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Oh my god, that’s horrible! Why didn’t you say that?”
“I was trying to digest it and freaking the fuck out inside ’cause you were pissed and taking off. I didn’t understand how the hell I was going to stop from fucking everything up. Then you split, and once I got my head straight, I hauled ass over here to make sure you were okay.”
“It hurt me, hearing you call out for her after we were so close last night.” My nose burns as I feel the onslaught of tears trying to break through. I swallow them back, attempting to keep my head clear.
“Last night I didn’t want to be with anyone else but you, and I still only want you. Imma’ be real with you though and tell you straight up that I loved Seraphina.”
“I get it.” I hiccup and the first tear drops. So much for me taking my stubborn stand and making him wallow for a little while.
“No, Peppermint, you don’t, baby.” He steps close enough to tip my chin up and gaze into my watery eyes. “She was no good for me, and I eventually learned that. I knew it was over with us, but then she got killed, and I felt like I had to mourn her even more because I felt guilty about it being over.”
“Oh, Brently, I’m so sorry you went through that.” My lip quivers and my heart hurts for this sweet man and the painful feelings he’d had to experience. No one deserves to lose someone like that.
“Shhh... I’m okay now; it’s been a little over a year. Once I saw you at the party, I knew I’d been given my second chance at happiness, but this time it’s with an amazing woman who I know is just right for me. I’ve gone through a lot of changes. My life is different now, but I know you’re strong enough for it. Sera, or any other woman, couldn’t hold a candle to you, babe.”
He leans in, brushing his nose against mine and the rest of my tears fall.
“Fuck, Peppermint, don’t cry. Christ, I’m crazy about you.”
“Good, cause my heart was hurting, and if it could feel that way after just one night, I’d be screwed if I stayed for more and you weren’t serious about me. I’m sorry you went through all of that and it was so unfair for that to happen to her, but I can’t live in her shadow and I won’t.”
“I would never expect you to, but I don’t want her... I want you.”
I nod and he leans in with a sweet kiss that consumes me like no other. It’s like he pours his heart into it, making me fall harder for
him. It hits me like a ton of bricks that I could love him. A small part of me says that this is what falling in love feels like, but the logical side screams it’s too quick and I don’t have any idea what I’m doing. Sometimes, however, you don’t need to know, you only need to feel.
He pulls away and I’m instantly chilled.
“It’s fuckin’ cold, though, so let’s get the door back on.”
“Wait, so you do think rationally sometimes, then?” I tease and he grins.
“You’re cute, all smartassy and shit, but maybe you could use something in that mouth?”
Rolling my eyes, I head to the kitchen to get us a few beers while he puts on the door he removed.
“Beer?”
“Wow, I’m impressed. Beer in the morning?”
“It’s noon, and you’re a biker. You can’t honestly tell me that’s too early for you.”
“Shit! I didn’t realize it was that late.” He takes a drink then drills the screws into the other hinge. “We should eat.”
“Is that a formal request for a date?”
“Only if you ride on the back of my bike.”
“But I ride my own bike.”
He takes a long pull off his beer. “Babe, I’m a biker, and while I have a great amount of respect for you riding, you need to be on my bike when we go places—like dates.”
“Well, what if I want you to ride on the back of my bike?”
“Woman, I have a dick. Ain’t happenin’.”
Shrugging, I smirk. “It was worth a try.”
He grumbles something under his breath as he stands up. I forgot how big he’s always been. His dad is on the leaner side, but Brently has an athlete’s build. I can understand how he would be valuable to an MC; he’s smart and his size commands attention.
I know it won’t be long before he’s moving up in the club. It’s kind of scary to think of what he’ll be doing. I know they don’t follow all of the laws around here, but they also love their friends and family something fierce.
“I’m going to show you why you ride on the back of the bike and not me,” he says suddenly and warmth fills my belly. He’s so fucking sexy when he acts all over-the-top alpha.
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