Resistance (The Chicago Defiance MC Series Book 1)

by K E Osborn

  Pursing my lips, I tilt my head. “Maybe Enzo thought you guys won that round, and instead of coming after you again, he figured he’d take the city from right under your noses. Buy up all the businesses and turn Chicago against the club? If no one here wants you, no one respects you, then your club might be forced to shut down?”

  His eyes widen. “Shit. I think you might’ve hit the nail on the head.” He sighs, and his hand on my thigh tightens sending tingles straight up to my clit. “We’ve been trying to figure this shit out for six days, and I walk in tell you the basics, and you figure it out in three-point-five seconds. No wonder you’re gonna be a doctor.”

  I chuckle and shake my head. “I think maybe you guys are too close to it and are too caught up in the details. You’re worrying about every single factor. When sometimes it’s the simplest answer. But I’m glad if I helped some.”

  He exhales. “You helped a lot. Thank you. You need to come to me if Fox Froyo is targeted to sell so we can gather more information… And for the record, I feel like a dick for being away from you the past few days. I should’ve made more of an effort to see you.”

  Shaking my head, I move my hand down to rest on his on my thigh. “I will, and I can see now that this has you really stressed. I’m sorry I wasn’t there to help you through it. But I am now. I’ll help you any way I can.”

  His brow raises, and a sly smile grows on his lips. “Is that so?”

  I tilt my head at the look on his face. “Yeah…” I reply hesitantly.

  He leans over placing his mug on the coffee table, and my legs fall off him. Grabbing my mug from my hand, he puts it gently on the table.

  I raise my brow at him as he grins salaciously.

  “Stand up.”

  HEELEY

  His tone is deep, demanding. There’s no sarcasm or playfulness. A jolt of excitement sweeps through me, and I stand up in line with him as he looks down into my eyes. His are hooded, that spark of energy is back in them from before, and I chew on my bottom lip liking the intensity in his stare.

  His hands run down my arms making goosebumps run along the entirety of my body. My breathing hitches as his hands continue, and he slides his fingers quickly to my ass, then hoists me up in one swift movement.

  I let out a small squeal as I wrap my legs around his waist, my hands threading around his neck as he starts heading for my bedroom. He looks deep into my eyes. That sizzling connection is still there as he races through the doorway and into my room, but he stops in the entry and pushes me against the side of the built-in. He looks deep into my eyes as our breathing is labored, and as he leans in, his lips press down on mine, hard.

  My lips tingle, electricity ignites through the air like a fucking lightning storm as his tongue enters my mouth. His hips roll against my pussy as he thrusts me hard against the wall. I gasp into his mouth with the tension of the moment, and his lips leave mine letting me have some much-needed air as his mouth assaults my neck, his teeth taking my skin, nipping and sucking with enough force to leave a mark. My breaths come out raspy as my hands move to his hair needing to feel him as he pulls me from the wall and continues to move us around inside the bedroom. His feet kicking my mess out of the way as he takes us to my bed.

  He reaches the end of the bed and throws me down on the mattress with force. I let out a small laugh as I bounce on the bed, and he smiles at me wantonly while he removes his cut. He lays it over the corner of the bed, then pulls his shirt over his head, his chest coming into view, and I gasp as I take in his perfectly sculpted six pack leading down to that amazing V which points inside his jeans. I can’t help but notice the necklace dangling around his neck, a simple chain with a skull pendant hanging from the chain. I chew on my bottom lip as I look at his left arm seeing it completely covered in a sleeve of tattoos. My pussy’s tingling as I ogle him completely.

  He steps up to the edge of the bed with that cocky smile and grabs my legs yanking me down the bed slightly, so the bottom half of my legs fall off the edge. I giggle as his hands slide down my calves, and he pulls off my white sneakers. He throws them haphazardly over his shoulder into the mess that’s already covering my floor which makes me giggle.

  Torque runs his hands up my thighs. My breaths quickening with his slow, torturous movements. His hands reach the top of my white work shorts, and he unbuttons the button and then pulls the zipper. With a quick yank, he has them down and off me in one quick motion leaving me in my pink panties.

  Thank God, I wore some cute panties today.

  “I like these,” he murmurs as he grabs the hem of my panties and pulls them back giving them a little flick. I smile as he moves in grabbing the hem of my red and white pinstriped top and lifts it over my head. It comes off with ease, and I pant heavily as I lay here in just my pink bra and matching panties. He stands back and stares at me as I lay on the bed. His hard cock tents in his pants, and I smile loving that I can do that to him.

  “You’re so fucking gorgeous, foxy. I’m going to have some fun with you.” His deep voice sends a shiver down my spine as he moves in and unclips my bra with one hand, his teeth clamping down on my earlobe as he pulls the flesh into his mouth and sucks, making me close my eyes in delight. I let out a small whimper as my bra falls away from me, and he throws it to the floor with the rest of the mess, leaving me now only in my panties.

  My insides flurry with excitement that this is finally happening. It’s taken so long to get to this point with us, but I know, I just know, it’s going to have been worth the wait.

  He backs up off the bed, and I pout from the loss of his touch as he turns looking around the room for something. His eyes open wide as he steps to the side and bends over picking up my robe and yanks out the drawstring while I sit up a little taller watching him.

  “Slide up the bed. Now.”

  I swallow hard, watching as his eyes turn dark and hooded. He has something in mind, and I have no idea what it is, or if I should be worried. But what I do know is, I shouldn’t argue with him right now. So I slide up the bed, and he grins.

  “Good girl. Now put your hands together above your head near the headboard.”

  I glance up to see my slatted headboard and open my eyes wide, then look at the drawstring in his hand and figure out what he’s doing.

  “Now, Heeley.”

  I take a deep breath and figure you only live once, and I guess being tied up is a thing these days, so I may as well try it at least once. Right?

  Placing my hands above my head, I lock my fingers together and put them right by the headboard as he kneels on the bed, sliding over my body. I gasp as his huge form moves over me. Chewing on my bottom lip, he looks down at me, that cocky smile back on his face as he leans over, his aftershave filling my senses. I badly want to slide my hands over his chest right now, to feel those sculptured abs, but his hands slide up my arms as he fixes the drawstring around my wrists. The silk feeling like a soft, smooth wave against my skin as he ties it around my wrists and then to the headboard.

  Swallowing hard as he moves back slightly, he looks down at me and then moves in to kiss me. Being tied up and not able to move my hands and thread them through his hair is all new to me. Having one of my senses taken away from me—touch—it’s so strange. But somehow, I kind of like it.

  His kiss deepens, and I move to wrap my legs around his waist, but he groans and pulls back from me shaking his head. “Uh, uh, uh… bad girl. I’m doing all the work here tonight, Heeley. You’re lying there and enjoying. So don’t try to move.”

  He jumps off me and stands at the edge of the bed. Leaning down, he grabs the hem of my panties. I tense slightly. I’m not ashamed of being naked, but I am nervous about whether he likes what he’s seeing when I’m utterly bare to him.

  Somehow, he senses my apprehension and raises his brow at me. “Do not start being shy around me, Heeley,” he demands as he pulls my panties down swiftly. He looks straight at my pussy like a man starved, and he grabs my legs pulling them apart gett
ing a good view for himself.

  I swallow hard as I try to reel in my feelings.

  He looks up at me and smiles wide. “So fuckin’ perfect.” Torque slides up on the bed, his bulky arms flexing with the tension as he carries himself, and his head disappears between my legs. I brace for impact as his tongue slides out wasting no time, and he flicks it against my clit. I jolt, my hands banging against the slats as I clench my eyes shut at the sudden pressure or is it pleasure racing through my pussy. My head thrashes to the side as I let out a small gasp at feeling that wave of enjoyment again.

  It’s been so long.

  “Oh God,” the words leave me before I can even think about what I’m saying as he chuckles against my pussy.

  Torque pulls back leaving me bereft as I look at him, a smile plastered on his face as he stares up at me. “You’re so responsive.” He stands up, turns around, and proceeds to walk out of the room.

  I open my eyes wide in shock and let out a small huff.

  What the fuck?

  “Torque?” I murmur, but no response.

  “Torque?” I call out louder. Still nothing.

  “Rylan, where the hell did you go?” Suddenly, fear creeps into me that maybe he started to work me up, tied me to my bed, and now he’s going to just leave me here.

  Why would he do that?

  Surely, he wouldn’t be that horrible.

  Would he?

  He chuckles walking back into the room, holding something behind his back. “You should see the look on your face, foxy. Trust me, delayed gratification is so worth it.”

  I huff. “Where the hell did you go?”

  Now standing at the end of the bed, his arm is still behind his back suspiciously. “Remember I told you I was going to have fun with you… and whipped cream?”

  I gasp as he puts his arm forward holding a can of whipped cream he’s obviously removed from my fridge. “Nooo…” I gasp in shock.

  “Yes,” he beams as he moves forward shaking the can.

  I squirm on the bed, the tension on my wrist tightens slightly as I struggle, and he chuckles harder while he moves into position pulling off the cap. He shifts in between my legs and brings the can to my thigh. I tense up as he squirts a long line along my inner thigh. The harsh sting of the cold cream actually renders my senses useless for a second, and then they go into overdrive radiating tingles down my spine in a very good way. Opening my eyes wide, I’m shocked by the feeling as he leans in, his warm tongue in stark contrast to the cold cream as he licks the cream from my body. A lump catches in my throat as my clit begins to tingle at the sensations washing over me.

  He sprays another line of cream, this time along the top of my pussy. I shudder as it sits so close to my clit, but not quite there, and my body trembles at the thought while he licks from one side of my pussy to the other. My breathing becomes rapid as his warm tongue instantly melts the cold cream. The sensations doing weird things to my body, things I’ve never felt before.

  My hands wriggle against the restraints as I try to contain the energy building in me. He’s working me up, and all he’s doing is licking fucking cream from me. I had no idea this could be so… so… damn erotic.

  He shakes the can again, my heart racing, and I close my eyes as my chest rises and falls dramatically with each of my frantic breaths.

  “This is going to be cold, foxy,” he warns, and I hear the spray before I feel it.

  My body jolts as the cream is sprayed directly on my clit. Immediately, my body arches off the bed in shock as he moves in, his warm tongue circling and lapping the cream at the same time he circles on my clit. Heat builds inside of me almost instantly as he continues to circle and flick his tongue on my clit. I moan out loud, not caring about the noises I’m making. His hand moves up cupping my breast, his fingers tweaking my nipple with firm pressure, enough to be almost painful as he brings me to the edge. His tongue is relentless.

  Torque has skill and precision, and as he works me up, more heat builds inside my body.

  My wrists pull on their restraints, the need to touch him is overpowering, but the thrill of being tied up is actually a rush and adding to the pleasure of this all.

  He pulls my clit into his mouth, sucking hard, the immense pressure of the moment sends flashes of light behind my eyes. My body shakes, shattering the very fabric of time as everything around me splinters and fractures. It’s like the world explodes, and I scream out his name in a torrential outpour of ecstasy. The wave hits me so hard, so fierce that I gasp for air. It’s like I can feel everything and nothing all at the same time. I can’t explain it. It’s the best orgasm I’ve had in my life.

  Torque sucks on my clit one last time making me moan once more as I slowly rock back down from my immense high, and he pulls back swiping the cream and my juices from his mouth as he chuckles shaking his head. “Fuck, woman. That was intense. I nearly came from watching you come.”

  My head flops to the side, and I let out a small giggle, feeling slightly embarrassed at myself for letting go like that. But fuck, if he can do that every time, then I’m a goner. He can use cream on me whenever the fuck he wants.

  “I’ve never had an orgasm like that before. So strong and powerful, it nearly knocked me out.”

  He smiles and moves up the bed on top of me, his weight pinning me down, making my sleepy haze disappear. “Then foxy, wait until I’m inside of you.”

  His words send a shudder through me, and I lean up pressing my lips to his forcefully as he kisses me back. His tongue enters my mouth, and I can taste the whipped cream, it makes me smile against his lips as I kiss him frantically. Torque pulls back, and his fingers come up to untie my hands. I pout without thinking, and he smiles wide.

  “Don’t worry, Heeley, we’ll have sex tied up one day. But I’m gonna fuck you somewhere else right now.”

  Raising my brow as he unties my hands, I smirk. “Will you even tell me if I ask?”

  He grins but says nothing in response as my hands are freed, and he sits up taking me with him. He reaches past me and pulls my hair from its ponytail, letting it fall free, and I smile at the ease with which he did that. Then he looks at me with a serious face. “I don’t usually fuck without a condom, but I need to know if you’re on the pill or some kind of contraception.”

  I let out a giggle at his forwardness. “I’m on the pill. Why?”

  Torque nods. “Good, ‘cause where we’re going there ain’t no room for a condom, and babe, I don’t fuck without one, so consider yourself special.” He stands up grabbing me and lifting me over his shoulder like a caveman. I squeal as he slaps my bare ass making me laugh as my face falls right in line with his ass. I’m damn sad it’s still covered by his jeans. He is far too dressed for my liking.

  He heads straight through my bathroom walkway and into the bathroom. I’m pretty sure I know where this is going as he places me down in front of my tiny shower. He spins, leaning past me, turning my shower on and smiles wide.

  I look down to his jeans and raise my brow. “Aren’t you a little too dressed for this?”

  “Smart ass,” he murmurs then kicks off his boots, unbuttons his jeans and pulls them down at the same time as his briefs.

  Standing there in shock, I look at his perfectly huge cock. He doesn’t give me time to study it long though as he grabs me, spins me, and pushes me into the shower. I whimper at not being able to stare at the perfect specimen he is as he moves us inside the alcove. But once we’re both inside, the hot water belting over my skin sends a wave of tingling sensations all over my body. I turn my head to face him. That dark, hooded look is back in his eyes. He spins me, so my back is against the wall, but the water still runs between us. The water flowing down my breasts, down my stomach and between my legs washing off our foreplay.

  I get it now, the shower is to wash off the cream.

  Cream and sex—not a good combination.

  His hands run up my arms as he looks deep into my eyes. One hand running into the back of
my slightly wet hair, his fingers fisting the tendrils tightly in a grip that makes me gasp, but my pussy tingle. The other moving between my legs, his fingers dancing on the edge of my folds as my legs separate wider giving him entrance.

  Torque leans in, his kiss is strong, powerful, and possessive as he takes control. His fingers slide inside me making me moan against his mouth as his thumb presses against my clit. His kiss is hungry, needing to satisfy me.

  I feel myself opening up, my walls stretching in satisfaction. My hips rock against his hand as his tongue collides with mine.

  The shower is hot making beads of sweat gather on my temple, but it could also be from him working me up. He seems to know exactly where to push, where to press. I’m so close to the edge. I moan out loud when he presses his thumb on my clit, bringing me right to the edge, and then he stops and pulls his hand from my pussy forcing the orgasm to fade away, and I whine against his mouth.

  His hand moves to my thigh bringing my leg up around his waist. I move with him as his cock shifts in line with my pussy, and now I don’t even care he’s left me hanging. All I care about is him inside of me.

  “This pussy is mine,” he murmurs through our kiss, and I moan incoherently back to him as he thrusts inside me making me gasp out while his length stretches and pushes inside me.

  He stops, leaving me to adjust to his size as we break our kiss, and he rests his forehead against mine looking into my eyes. His eyes dark, full of lust, and staring at me so intently I know he’s struggling to hold it together as he pulls back and moves inside of me again. It feels so fucking good as his bare cock thrusts, the water cascading over us as we fuck in the shower.