I don’t ever want him to let me go.
Glancing up at him, I can’t wrap my head around what is happening. It’s all happened so fast.
Following him inside, he leads me down the hall and into the main clubhouse room, where the other guys follow us. I glance over to Brax, leaning against the bar, beer in hand. He looks at us, his chest pushed out and a shit-eating grin on his face. Lifting the beer in his hand, he shouts, “To Tara and Nate.”
Leaning against Nate’s arm, I blush a little as I look around at the scary-looking dudes toasting us.
Nate clears his throat in an attempt to get everyone’s attention. “Guys, please make Tara welcome. And there is only one thing you guys gotta remember. This one right here,” he squeezes my shoulder as he pulls me tightly against his side, “she’s the most valuable member of this club and we protect her with our lives. You know my father and Silver ran outta here like the fucking cowards they really are. We have to keep this place on lockdown. No one comes in or out without my say so.”
They all nod, shouting out words of agreement, before one by one coming over and introducing themselves.
After a short while, Nate leans into me, his warm breath against my ear. “Come on, baby,” he says giving my hand a tug and nodding his head in the direction of the door. I pause, studying him for a second. “I can’t wait to get you alone.” The warmth of his breath causes the hair on my neck to stand on end as his hand strokes down the length of my back.
Despite my hesitation, I allow him to guide me out of the room, through the hall and up the stairs. I swallow the bile that rises at the memory of fleeing this place, not that long ago. I shake my head, mentally trying to get a handle on the emotion I feel every time I think about what happened, and the secrets I keep from the man that owns my heart.
“The extra security. You think it’s necessary?”
“Honestly?” He pauses, nodding his head lightly. “Yeah, we need it now more than ever.”
“You think he’ll come back?” I gasp as we come to a stop outside a bedroom door. Glancing to the end of the hallway, I gulp at the sight of the door that holds vivid memories. I look at the side of the door we stand in front of, noticing my bag on the floor.
“I’m not sure. If he’s as smart as he says he is, he’ll stay clear of here. There’s more than one bullet with his goddamn name on it.”
Pulling out a key, I watch as Nate opens the door and steps aside, indicating for me to walk in. Grabbing my bag, he follows me inside, closing the door.
“Welcome home,” he says, dropping the bag to the floor and wrapping his arms around my waist from behind me. I cover my hands over his. His strong arms keeping me held against him. He swipes my hair from my neck, his lips kissing and sucking at my skin. Sliding his hand down further he cups my sex as he continues to assault my neck.
“Fuck, I want you so bad.”
Twisting in his hold, I lift my head and our lips crash together.
It’s hot, messy, and full of desire. Our tongues work together and the fire grows deep inside of me.
“This is the start of our future,” he murmurs as he slows the kiss. “You. Here with me.” I search his eyes and all I see is sincerity.
He quickly slides the dress I’m wearing over my shoulders allowing it to drop and pool around my feet on the floor.
“You’re fucking hot,” he says blowing out a breath as his eyes rake over my body. I drop my eyes from his, embarrassed by his admiration for my body. I work my hands into his hair. The usually tied-back hair is down and slicked back. He drops his head, working against my breast, pulling down the cup and taking my hardened bud into his warm mouth. I moan a little at the intensity, his hands falling lower as he tugs on the small amount of material between my legs. Moving me backward, we stumble until my back meets the wall. Pulling my panties to one side, he allows himself access to my sex, driving between my wet folds. Flicking and touching my sweet spot, I grind down, working against his fingers while he licks and nips my breast. I reach down, slowly lowering the zipper on his jeans, pushing them down far enough to see his huge, straining erection.
“My cock hurts so much from wanting you,” he growls and I wrap my hand around his shaft slowly rubbing up and down. A low moan escapes him, and I know he wants more. I feel his dick swell in my hand. His free hand covers mine, squeezing and causing mine to move faster. Nate pulls back pushing his jeans and boxers further down his thighs before kicking them off completely. He removes his fingers from me, sliding off his cut and shirt, before reaching for my ass and lifting me from the ground. His cock pressing at my entrance. He turns, stepping toward the bed before dropping me down.
I giggle a little, a small smile forming on my lips. I’m happier than I’d ever thought possible.
“Fuck, that’s a good look on you.” He smirks, but it soon fades and his face goes tight. “I will keep you safe,” he murmurs, his jaw tightening as his eyes penetrate mine. “I can’t lose you… this feeling. Fuck, I’ll die before I ever let anything happen to you.”
“You really think I can do this? Here, with you. As your old lady. I’m scared. I don’t know what is expected of me...”
He pulls back, narrowing his eyes on me. “This is my club now. My rules and you very much fall under the protection of me and the club. Those men out there trusted the responsibility of this club to me. This is who I am.”
“Hey,” I say, placing one hand on either of his cheeks. “I accept this as who you are. But it doesn’t make being here any easier. I don’t know this life. But I’ll try, Nate. For you, I’ll make this work.”
His eyebrows hike and a smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. “You’re mine, Tara. Your place is here by my side. It always has been. I just had to make it happen.”
My hand wanders, stroking over his hair and drawing his lips to mine. Closing my eyes, I press my lips against his, knowing above all else, without any element of doubt that I love this man. This sexy-as-hell biker. Who he is and where he comes from doesn’t matter. I’d still feel the same.
Reaching for the clasp on my bra, he quickly flicks it open. Freeing me from its confines, he exposes my breasts, replacing it with his hands. Dropping his head, his mouth finds my sensitive nipple, his tongue wrapping around it. He nips and sucks. Hard. It causes me to take in a sharp breath as the wetness grows between my legs. A rush of heat sweeps through my body and my sex pulsates, needing and wanting to feel him inside of me. I’m so aroused, my breathing becomes erratic, almost a pant. Nate’s eyes meet mine as he moves to my other breast, sucking and teasing, all the while our eyes are locked. His hand trails over the skin on my stomach and I instantly part my legs giving him access to the place where the ache is strongest. I arch my back as he enters me with his fingers while teasing my breast with his tongue. His thumb rubs in a circular motion flicking over and over my clit.
“Shit, I need to come,” I cry out in ecstasy.
“Not yet, baby. I’m gonna fuck you, I need to feel your pussy strangling my cock.”
My eyes meet his, they're dark and full of lust. “I need to feel you,” I say breathlessly as I try to hold back the pending orgasm I feel tightening like a knot in my stomach. Nate’s hand goes to his dick, palming it back and forth and all the while his gaze is locked on me. Repositioning himself, he tugs on my thigh, dragging me to the edge of the bed. Spreading my labia, he begins sliding the head of his cock up and down, hitting my clit over and over, then back down to my soaked entrance.
Nate continues, again, and then some more. I jerk up my hips, the need to have him inside of me almost too much to bear. I glare at him and my body shudders with need.
“Please,” I croak, pushing toward him. My pleading only causes the smirk to grow and I know he’s enjoying watching me beg for his cock.
“Say it,” he growls. “Tell me you want my cock.” He flicks the tip against my clit one more time and I drop my head back, but he leans over, his face coming into focus.
“I
want you inside me. So bad,” I whisper.
With a nod, he moves the head of his cock to my entrance. My thighs tense with anticipation as he slides his hands under my ass, jerking me toward him. I whimper as he plunges inside me, his eyes hooded as he pushes deeper, a moan escaping me as the pleasure heightens with the movement.
“Fuck,” he moans. “So fucking tight, baby.”
His head hangs over me, long strands of hair fall over his face. Each movement is harder and deeper than the last. My eyes focus on his beautiful, art-covered body, so defined and toned as he finds his rhythm. Thrusting inside of me, he fills me completely as I move in time to his rhythm.
My insides tighten a little more with every thrust. The more I tighten, the more my sex strangles his cock, fitting so perfectly around him.
Because, together, despite our differences, we fit.
Plunging into me, I know he feels how close I am. “Fuck. I’m not gonna hold on, baby,” he whispers through labored breaths. Slowing down, he almost withdraws before plunging into me hard, and I know he feels how close I am.
“Oh, God,” I cry out as my sex starts to pulsate wildly, and I come apart. His hand lands heavy on my hip, his nail digging in as he picks up the tempo.
“Fuck,” he growls with one deep, final thrust before I feel him swell inside me. Before I can react, he lowers himself, pressing his lips softly against mine. “Do you know how long I’ve wanted to do this? Be here with you in my arms. Letting the world know you’re mine and knowing that no one can fucking change that?” His eyes bore into mine as they fill with happy tears. Tenderness washes over his face as he falls beside me on the bed. He places his hand on the side of my face, guiding me until we are face-to-face. He stares at me for a moment, drinking me in, while his finger gently caresses the side of my face. I close my eyes, taking in the contentment of this moment.
Tara
The last two weeks have flown by, most of it spent trying to adjust to my new lifestyle and getting the clubhouse in order, making it feel more like a home. Apart from the room Nate calls church, I’ve taken on making sure the place has been freshened up. There's only one room I’ve yet to step foot in.
Jeffries’ bedroom.
The room where he laid his hands on me.
I just can’t bring myself to do anything in there.
“Hey.” Nate places a gentle hand against the back of my head, kissing the top lightly. “You looked deep in thought there for a moment.”
“I was,” I say, looking up at him. The smile on his face warms my heart. He narrows his eyes, squinting at me. “Anything I need to know?”
“Oh, no.” I shake my head, wafting my hand in dismissal.
“I’ve been thinking,” he says dropping down on the bed beside me. “The room at the end of the hall, my father’s old room. I think we should move in there.”
“No,” I blurt out. “I like this room,” I continue, my voice a little softer.
“It’s bigger though, baby,” he adds.
“I’m getting the designers to rework the room, but I like it here,” I say, grabbing his chin and planting a fleeting kiss on his lips. “This room reminds me of us, and our first night here together. I don’t want to be in his room.”
He nods.
“Any luck on finding him?” I ask, hoping that they have managed to finally locate the bastard.
Pressing his lips together, his eyes fall to the floor. “Nothing.” He lets out a huge breath. “We will find him, don’t worry about that.”
Shooting him a sad smile, I step up from the bed, grabbing my purse.
“Hey.” He grabs my wrist pulling me back toward him. I stand between his open legs, my hands resting on his shoulders. “Where ya going?”
“Work,” I scoff. “I still gotta work, Nate.”
“Hmmm…” he squeezes my ass tightly, “I have a little somethin’ you could work on.” His eyes trail down to his straining cock in his jeans and I let out a little giggle.
“I gotta go, baby,” I say, tearing myself away from his hold, when all I really want to do is stay here in his arms and fall back into bed with him.
“Let me take you. I have some spare time before I finish up in the studio.”
“I’d love that,” I say sarcastically, my eyes falling to my bare legs and the skirt I’m wearing. I rise up on my tiptoes, kissing his lips softly. He parts, his eyes trailing to my legs and he lifts his brows suggestively.
“I love when you wear a skirt. Easy access.”
I roll my eyes, but secretly love that Nate can’t keep his hands off me. That I’m the only woman he looks at. He makes me feel wanted. Making our way downstairs, we head outside and over to his bike. I love this time of day. The house is empty, the sun shines and if you listen carefully, you can hear the birds singing. No loud engines roaring, no music playing, just me and Nate.
And Emily. Not forgetting Emily.
“Hey, have you seen Emily this morning?” I ask Nate.
“No,” he replies, handing me the helmet. I slide it on, fastening the buckle under my chin. “Maybe she’s having a late one.”
“Maybe,” I say in agreement, making a mental note to call her when I get to the office. She’s usually the first up, knocking on the door checking to see if we want breakfast.
“I’ll check in on her before I start working on the studio.”
“Okay,” I say, watching as he mounts the bike and I follow his lead, hanging onto him as he starts the engine and we drive out of the grounds. Burying my face into his back I stay this way until we finally make it to the office. Cutting the engine, I drop from the bike, removing my helmet and hold it out to Nate. My hand shakes so badly that I almost drop the damn thing.
“Still not sure about this riding thing?” he asks, laughing and tilting his head.
“It scares the shit out of me when you ride so fast, but if it means I get to hold you for ten minutes, then who am I to turn you down?”
His eyes narrow on my shaking body before he wraps his arm around me causing me to crash against his hard torso. Lifting my chin, he kisses my lips. “Be back for you later. Call me when you’re ready.”
I allow my eyes to flutter shut as he kisses me softly once again. He removes his arm, stepping back on the bike. I pull in the corner of my lip, biting, as I watch him setting off on his bike. My stomach flutters and I shake my head, making my way into the office. Heading straight up the stairs, I barrel through the door, a huge smile plastered to my face.
“Good morning,” I sing, walking over to my desk.
“Someone looks happy,” Izzy remarks, peering over her screen, a smirk dressing her lips. “How are things at the MC mansion?”
“Great!” I say swinging on my office chair. “The place is looking good. You should come by sometime.”
“I’d love that,” she says, stepping up and walking over to my desk. Resting her ass on the corner, she puts her hand over mine. “I’ve really missed you, T.”
“I know, I’m sorry." I drop my head, realizing what a shitty friend I’ve been these last few weeks. “I kinda got caught up with a hot, tattooed guy. I lost my head, but don’t worry, I’m back. So where’s Brax?” I ask, my eyes searching the office.
“Out on business,” she says with a roll of her eyes. “Kinda lonely in here on my own. And shit, talk about busy. We’ve really got to think about taking on someone to help around the place. I’m barely keeping on top of everything.” She exhales loudly before continuing. “Just gotta find someone we can trust.”
“I have just the person,” I remark, placing my purse on my lap and pulling out my cell phone. “Emily would be perfect. Trustworthy, hardworking and reliable. She’s a quick learner and I think you’d really—”
“Okay, okay,” she cuts me off. “Call her. See if she’s interested.”
I let out a little squeal of excitement knowing how much this would mean to Emily. I dial her number, listening to it ringing out.
“Well, if it isn�
�t the beautiful Tara.” His voice booms down the receiver and I freeze with shock, my phone sliding out of my grasp and falling to the floor.
“Shit… shit... shit,” I whisper, over and over, before scrambling to the floor, retrieving the phone.
“What is it?” Izzy’s eyes are hard and on me.
“Jeffries,” I mouth to her, placing the phone back against my ear. Izzy’s eyes go wide, and I watch as she races over to her desk, pulling out her own cell phone.
“What are you doing with Emily’s phone?” I force out the question, my lip trembling, as fear courses through every fiber of my body.
He laughs loudly, and I can’t help but contort my face with disgust. “Just tell me, goddamnit,” I yell down the phone.
“Payback, bitch,” he growls, before ending the call and I drop down into the chair, clutching the phone in my hand. I zone out, wondering what he’s done to Emily. I can hear voices, but nothing is registering. My stomach churns and I get the overwhelming feeling I’m going to throw up. Dropping my phone on the desk, I place my hand to my mouth, my eyes frantically searching for something, anything, I can throw up in. Reaching under the desk, I grab the trash can, holding it under my chin and heaving. My stomach contracts as I puke inside the bucket.
“Jesus, Tara. Are you okay?” I feel her hand on my back and her other hand grabbing my hair, holding it back.
“I’m okay,” I sniff, lifting my head and grabbing a tissue from the desk to wipe my mouth.
“She’ll be okay. I’ve spoken to Brax and he’s going to get a hold of Nate.”
“This is my fault,” I mumble against the tissue.
“Don’t…” she snaps with a tone of warning. “You’re not to blame. Don’t ever say that.”
“But Jeffries wants me. He can’t get to me so he’s hurting Emily instead.” I suck in a shaky breath, tears starting to fall over my cheeks.
“We don’t know that yet,” she says in a hushed voice. “You need to stop panicking.”
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