Forbidden (Star Crossed MC Lovers, #1)

by Sierra Rose

  "Figuring what out, exactly?" She moved around the table and sat down beside me, tearing her sandwich in half and extending part of it to me as she took a bite of her half.

  I didn't offer false humility. It just wasn't my style. Reaching over, I took it from her and folded it up, eating the damn thing in one bite. I finished chewing and grabbed one of the cokes, popping the top and extending it to her.

  "Naw. You take that one. I'm good right now. Besides, I'm still waiting on a response from you." She smiled and took another bite of her sandwich. Her dark green eyes were beautiful, filled with life and yet sadness lingered around the edge of her gaze.

  I finished and took a drink of the coke before letting out a long sigh. "I'm trying to figure us out. I spend four years watching you from afar and finally last night we get together. Only to have you leave me stranded and harder than I've ever been in my life. Not a nice thing to do to a guy."

  “Maybe I thought it’d push you away. Because being with me...putting up with my dad’s wrath. It definitely won’t end well for you. I was hoping you’d run a million miles in the other direction.”

  “I can’t.”

  “You should!”

  “The heart wants what the heart wants.”

  “If anything happens to you because of me... I couldn’t live with that on my conscience. I care about you too damn much.”

  He gazed into my eyes. “What did you just say?”

  “Nothing.” She reached over and ran her hand over my knee and halfway up my thigh. "I couldn't help but drive you away.”

  “You’ll never drive me away.”

  “Yeah, because it’s easy right now. Shit hasn’t hit the fan. Once it does, you’ll run far and fast. It’s only a matter of time. But let’s quit getting so deep. I’m sorry I was so mean. But it's going to give you a great story to tell in the future though, right?"

  I chuckled and picked up a bag of chips. "That it is. To my girlfriend, Lizzy. She loves watching me get myself into shitty situations. I shouldn't have broken up with her, but we're getting together tonight. Should be fun."

  Lena turned and let out a squeal before moving like she was going to jolt from the bench. I caught her and spun her quickly before laying her down and pressing her back to the picnic table. I pressed against her and caught her hands, pinning them above her head.

  "What's the matter, baby? Don't like being left to feel like you don't matter? Not fun is it?" I released her hands and she slapped me.

  I leaned in and kissed her, needing the taste of her on my tongue in case she ran from me like I needed her to do.

  Much to my surprise, she wrapped her arms around my neck and licked at my mouth before sliding her sweet tongue deep inside of me. I sucked on it and took my time, letting her explore me as my willingness to push her away all but vanished.

  "There's no Lizzy, right? I would hate to kill a bitch." She slid her hand through my hair. I let out a yelp before sitting up and pulling her with me.

  I reached back to check my head and was grateful the sexy girl hadn't pulled my cut back open. Not having wanted to go to the hospital the night before, the guys just fixed me up with some type of glue that acted like a super-duty band-aide.

  "What happened to your head, Lucky? Tell me." She turned and ran her hand up and down my back more slowly, her hand curved and fingernails feeling so damn good.

  "My father happened to my head." I glanced over at her. "My mother died in childbirth with me. He's never forgiven me for taking her from him. He's been physically abusive for as long as I can remember.” I ran a hand through my hair as my emotions consumed me. “I have this pain that just won’t go away. I’m broken, Lena.”

  “No, you’re not.”

  “Last night, I fought back because I was out of sorts."

  I pulled from her and reached behind us, grabbing the cookies and offering her one as her eyes filled with tears.

  "You were out of sorts because of the shit I pulled?" A tear dripped down her perfect cheek and I reached over and wiped it away.

  "It doesn't matter. I shouldn't have hit the old man. He was drunk. But he makes me feel ugly, flawed, and imperfect."

  "He hit you. Why do you live there?" She moved closer, the soft press of her breast against my arm almost undoing me.

  "I have no other family, Lena." I let out a long sigh and glanced over at her as I shoved a handful of chips into my mouth and then tried to speak around them. "I don't want to talk about this."

  "Okay. We don't have to then. Just know; my life is just as fucked up. I come from a dysfunctional family. I have this sensation of losing control. I disconnect from feelings in order to survive. It’s hard to trust people I don’t know. I wake up from recurring nightmares. But that’s all a story for another time." She blew out a long breath. “In all this craziness and chaos, I am just looking for somebody to love me and accept me for who I am.”

  I cupped her face. “I accept you just as you are. I’ll make you forget all the pain of your past, if you’ll do the same for me.”

  Tears welled up in her eyes. “We’re two lost souls, broken and beaten, trying to escape from the pain and hurt. Isn’t it ironic? It’s like I was meant to meet you.”

  My heart soared when those words left his lips, because I’d been feeling the exact same way. It was like we’d made this amazing connection. “I always felt like if I could ever be with you, it’d be like conquering the universe. It’s all I ever wanted.”

  “Do you believe in fate?” I asked.

  “I’m not sure, but I don’t believe in coincidence.”

  “Me, too.”

  “Hey,” he whispered.

  “Yeah?”

  “When you’re ready to talk, I’ll be here for you,” he said in the most sincere voice. “Just remember, you can tell me anything, and I’ll make a promise to you right here, right now. I won’t hold anything against you, no matter how bad you think it is.”

  I smiled. “Good, and when you feel you’re ready, I’ll be here for you.” She brushed her fingers past her pretty pink lips and turned her attention toward the lake, but slipped her arm into mine and snuggled up close. "You've liked me for the last four years?"

  "Who said anything about liking you? I've wanted in your panties and I got in them last night. You missed out. I'm quite sure I looked hot." I lifted my eyebrow as she laughed, causing a few more tears to fall.

  "I'm sorry." She pressed a kiss to my shoulder.

  "Don't be. I was more entertained by your ballsiness than anything else." I turned toward her and kissed her hand as it rested on my upper arm. "I am going to get you back, though."

  "Oh yeah?" She turned her attention back toward me.

  "Yep. You'll never know when, either. Stealth attack." I licked my lips and offered her the chips again.

  "No thanks." She let out a short sigh and turned back to the lake. "I've wanted to ask you out for the last four years too, but I knew you were headed for the Stone Wolves. They’re practically like family to you. I'm a Black Heart by blood, like the black heart. My father only has me. My mother has passed. He can turn the club over to one of my crazy ass cousins, but I know he doesn't want to. He wants the bloodline to remain pure and I get it."

  "So that means you become the Prez?"

  "Yeah. Eventually. Hell I have to first be invited in and offered the chance to gain my patch." She shrugged and released me before picking up her coke and slipping off the bench. She began to pace in front of me, giving me a perfect view of her gorgeous figure. Everything about her was two steps beyond what I ever expected to even encounter in such a welcoming environment.

  "Will they patch a girl?" I lifted my hands as she whirled around and pinned me with a stare. "Just asking. We won't. Women are treasured and well taken care of, but not allowed to join us in the fights and the meetings. Old school I guess, but I kinda like the idea of my wife being a treasure to me, ya know?"

  Her face softened a little just before sadness swept across her
features.

  "Yeah, my mother and grandmother are like that. Or momma was, anyway." She wrapped her arms around herself and shivered. "I just don't feel like I have a choice. If I want my father to accept me, then I need to make sure I'm the last man standing. You know?"

  "My dad hates my guts, so no, I don't know." I finished the chips and moved off the table to stand in front of her. "You know this, so I'm not saying anything to hurt you, but I have to say it, Lena."

  "What?" Her voice darkened a little.

  "Your dad is a total bastard. Like the darkest motherfucker any of us has met before. He kills and steals, offers death and retribution." I hated myself for saying it, but it was all true. She had to know it was. I had come to care too much about her to allow her to believe her father was someone worthy of gaining her affection or earning accolades.

  "You don't know him, Luck."

  "I know I don't know him intimately, but I wouldn't want to. The horror stories in this town don't have the boogieman as the villain, Lena. They have your dad." I reached for her again, pulling her into a big bear hug and holding on tightly.

  “Then why are you still here talking to me?” she asked.

  “Because I’m not scared of the dark or what’s under my bed.”

  “Not scared of the boogieman?”

  “Nope.”

  “Well, you should be. And fucking his daughter will get you a death sentence. It’s why I keep pushing you away. I know the consequences.”

  “Then we don’t get caught. Simple as that.”

  "There’s nothing simple about that. I don't want to talk about this. It's just going to end with me walking home and wishing I was still with you. Don't, okay?" She glanced up as her hands slid around my waist.

  "Right. I want you here with me too. Subject over for now." I kissed her nose and pulled away from her before tugging my shirt off and climbing back up on the table. I laid back and pushed at the trash around me, not giving a shit where it landed. I’d pick up later. "Come here and relax with me. I used to come here all the time as a boy and just lay on this table, hoping that a better way was coming soon. Now it's here."

  She moved toward me, crawling up on the table and snuggling into my side. "What are we doing? I feel like I've known you forever. Being close to you feels so natural all of a sudden."

  "Maybe we're meant to be together, like some dicked up Romeo and Juliet story." I chuckled and brushed her hair back before closing my eyes and letting out a short sigh. "I like it. I always thought you would fit well up against me."

  "I'm not a princess and we're not going to die." She laughed and tugged my shirt from me before tossing it.

  I looked up and turned to press her with a wicked stare. "Not this shit again, and the last I checked, you are very much a princess to your father's reign of evil."

  She laughed, giving me a sense of belonging and warmth.

  I was teasing, and her getting it meant she wasn't dead set on defending her old man.

  Good. He was a ruthless bastard and getting her away from him had to be the very next thing I did.

  "Well, this princess wants the frog before her to strip again. I couldn't see you in the darkness." She reached up and ran her hand down my tight stomach.

  I turned my gaze on her and caught her hand, tugging it down to run over my erection as I lifted my hips and pressed against her fingers.

  "You felt what you wanted to. You know I'll fit." I started to smile, but a thought rolled over me. "I sure as hell hope your bike is okay."

  She let out a short groan before lifting to her hands and knees and crawling over to straddle me. She rocked against my arousal, causing my mind to leave the bike in the middle of the forest without another thought about it.

  "You know what, Mr. Ominous... no more warnings or negativity. A really pretty girl is sitting on your lap in anticipation of how good it would feel to have your hands all over her." She slid her hands up my chest and bounced back a little.

  "That feels good." I reached up and ran my hands over her curvy hips before forcing her to rock against me over and over. "Fuck the bike."

  "Fuck me," she mumbled and leaned down, pressing her breasts to my chest as she gave me one of the sexiest kisses I had ever experienced. Her strong pulls on my tongue had me almost shaking with need.

  I'd been with women, but never one like Lena. She was the top of the top. With a body of a woman and the stamina of a girl... Fuck, please let this happen.

  She moved down my body, licking at my nipples and tracing the tribal tat on my pec over and over until I groaned and jerked.

  "Like that, baby?" she whispered and pressed her teeth to my nipple.

  "So much," I grunted out. "I heard bad girls like to lick tats. That true?"

  "Get a new one and find out. I'll make your toes curl with the things this tongue can do." She glanced up and smiled before letting out a yelp at my sudden movement.

  I rolled her over and picked her up, getting off the table and walking quickly to the bike. "You drive. I want to feel your body while you do."

  Leaning down, I kissed her again.

  "Yeah, okay." She bit at her bottom lip nervously. "Where are we going?"

  "Back to the bar. I'll sneak you in and we can spend a little time getting to know each other. Unless you're the chicken shit now?"

  I put her down and handed her a helmet as she cocked her hip and put her hand on it. "About sleeping with you? Just because I wanted to have a little fun last night..."

  I put my finger on her lips. "No, Lena. About sneaking into the Stone Wolves bar. It's a big deal. You up for it?"

  She sucked my finger deep into her mouth and swirled her tongue around it as she watched me closely.

  My fucking insides melted. The idea of getting her back to the bar and taking my time exploring her all afternoon was riding me hard. “The bar seems forever away, though. Maybe a quick fuck in the forest would do us both good.”

  She moved back and chuckled as she got on the bike. "Stop getting ideas. I'm not getting naked out here, but let's break into my enemies’ bar. Nothing turns me on quite like fear."

  "Then let's go. I got something that's going to scare the hell outta you." I grabbed my crotch and laughed at the look I got before getting on behind her and cupping her breasts with my large hands. They fit perfectly, just like I expected them to.

  Chapter 7

  Selene

  It was hard as hell to concentrate with his fingers rubbing rhythmically over my nipples, but somehow I managed to do it. I parked the large hog on the side of the bar and turned off the gas, sitting still for a minute and praying that my cheeks weren't as flushed as I felt like they were.

  Heat rolled in waves deep inside of me and the boy behind me had no clue what he was up against. I'd never felt more needy in my entire life. Attacking him seemed like the right way to start our 'touch and explore' time.

  "Meet me around back. I'll open the window to let you know which one is my room. Give me a few minutes, okay?" Lucky's hot breath brushed over my neck as he spoke softly against my ear.

  "Make it quick." I got off the bike without looking around and jogged to the back of the large wooden lodge. I might not like the trashy bastards inside, but the one I was about to give all of my energy to this afternoon was quickly stealing my heart.

  I closed my eyes and pressed my head to the wall behind me as I worked to slow my breathing and calm myself. Everything was fine. Lucky was going to end up being a good friend to me until he left town, if ever, and this was just a friends with benefits type of afternoon.

  "No big deal." I yelped as the window beside me opened and he stuck his head out, laughing at my silliness.

  "Scare you, sexy girl?" He half leaned out the window and extended his hands toward me.

  "Fuck you." I gripped his forearms tightly and pressed my feet against the wall, walking up awkwardly before having him pull me through the large, open window. He caught me in his arms and smiled down at me.

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bsp; "Oh, I plan to fuck you. All afternoon if you can keep up."

  I didn't let him have the pleasure of another response from me. Pressing my hands into his chest, I shoved hard and enjoyed greatly the look of concern on his face.

  His brow furrowed in pseudo anger and he reached for my wrists, grabbing them and turning us, which effectively slung me onto the bed.

  I scooted up and reached for him as he pounced on the mattress above me.

  "You’re beautiful," he said.

  I pulled him down and pressed my lips tightly to his before rolling us over and straddling him again. Licking and sucking furiously at his mouth was my plan of action, but my passion was met with even more heat than I thought possible.

  His deep groans almost tore me in half.

  "So delicious," I mumbled and kissed him again before moving down his body, biting his flesh through his shirt and tugging a little.

  He moved up and pulled his shirt off before pressing on the top of my head. "Lower, baby. Go take that dick in your mouth and see if you can breathe around it."

  Hot tendrils of desire ripped through me and I moved between his legs, working alongside him to get his jeans undone. I tugged them down roughly and tossed them behind me before lying down on my stomach and running my nose past his sack.

  "Doesn't look too terribly big from this angle." I purred and reached up to stroke him. He was huge and my ability to keep my voice steady was a feat in and of itself.

  "Shut up and suck it, Lena. You're stalling because you're scared."

  "Yeah... that's it." I moved to my knees and cocked an eyebrow. "Hey... seeing that this is the one time you're going to have me in your bed, watch me swallow this whole. I want you to weep when another girl only plays with the tip and leaves you needing so much more."

  He closed his eyes and thrusted into my hand as he cried out. "Fuck."

  "Exactly. You shut the fuck up and moan when I tell you to." I bent down and slid my lips over the thick head of his cock, lapping at the tip before exhaling through my nose and taking every bit of him inside of me. My eyes began to water, but there was no way in hell he was going to best me in the moment.