Satan's Sons MC Romance Series Book 4: Forbidden

by Simone Elise

  I nodded my head. And his hand went to my zipper.

  “Can I take it off?”

  “We aren’t having sex, Tyson.” How many times was I going to have to stand firm on my decision?

  “Didn’t ask if I could fuck you. I asked if I could take your dress off.”

  I sighed. I didn’t realize there was a difference. “Okay, you can.”

  “I’ve been wanting to do this ever since I saw you on the porch.” He slowly undid the zipper and started kissing down my neck, my neck arching as his lips moved down it.

  The dress fell to the floor, leaving me standing in lingerie and heels. I stepped out of the dress and his eyes ran up and down me.

  “Can I touch?” His hand was hovering over my stomach.

  He was asking for permission? Most men wouldn’t have that self-control. No man has ever asked me if he could touch me. They just did it.

  I slowly nodded my head.

  His hands gripped my hips and he lifted me up, holding me to his chest, and then laying me down on his huge bed. My body sunk into the mattress. His hands slowly moved from my hips, but at the same time his lips started to kiss along my collarbone.

  His right hand slowly moved down, over my ribcage, brushing over my hip and then gripping my upper thigh, which he lifted in the air and then wrapped around him, pulling me down the bed slightly and into him.

  I was wearing a low-cut bra, so I wasn’t surprised when his lips started to move down, kissing the top half of my breast.

  Then he locked his lips just where my bra started and sucked. I didn’t care that he was marking me. Maybe in the morning I would. But it wasn’t like anyone was going to see it.

  He pulled back. “Is there anywhere I can’t touch you?”

  I frowned. What did he mean by that? I knew the answer.

  “No.” For some reason, and it was probably a stupid reason, I trusted him, which resulted in me laying there in my underwear while he explored my body.

  I had never had a man take this much time with me. Usually sex was just that: sex. I’d never had a man worship my body like he was doing and he was doing just that, knowing I wasn’t going to have sex with him.

  His right hand moved behind my legs and I realized what he meant by the ‘anywhere’ comment. Still, I didn’t stop him. He was doing it slowly, giving me enough time to stop him if I didn’t want it.

  But I didn’t.

  And that could possibly be the second stupid thing I’d done tonight. First being letting him take me out of my dress.

  I had said no sex.

  He wasn’t breaking the rule. But he was working a way around it.

  He slid two fingers in me at the same time his lips silenced my mouth. He kept the slow pace while kissing me. My hands went in his hair and I kissed him back, feeling so relaxed. Sex always de-stressed me. And if this was a taste of what he was like, I knew he would be amazing in bed.

  Maybe he’d be the best I’d ever had. But I was staying firm on my decision. No sex.

  He pulled his lips from mine. “Darling, I’m picking up the speed and I don’t want you to fight me.” Then he did just that, he picked up the speed; his fingers moving so perfectly in and out of me.

  I arched up into his body.

  “That’s it, darling. Don’t fight it.”

  His other hand pushed down my bra strap and I was so lost in the sensation of his fingers that I didn’t realize he was pushing my bra down.

  “I always knew you would have more piercings.” He grinned at me like he had just discovered treasure. Then his mouth wrapped around my nipple and my piercing. Sucking.

  My breathing was coming out sharper as he increased the speed again. I was clenching. I could feel it.

  His mouth went off me and to my ear. “When you come I want to hear my name.”

  I shook my head. “I don’t do that.”

  “For me you will.” His thumb started to rub me. It was like he knew exactly how to touch me. Like I was his instrument and he had been playing me for years. “Layla, my name. You understand?”

  I gripped his shoulders. “Okay.”

  “Good girl.” He kissed my forehead, pleased with me. “You ready?”

  He had me so close. Then he somehow went up a speed. I locked my hands on his shoulders; he was lifting me off the bed, not stopping the speed. I knew he wasn’t going to stop till I came. My body started to tighten.

  “Come on darling, you’re nearly there, I can feel you.” He kissed my cheek. He was right. So very right. It was like this wasn’t his first time with me. He could read my body that well.

  I clenched and, just as he wanted, his name came off my lips. He slowly slowed his pace, riding me out. I was panting and clinging to him. He looked down at me, mesmerized. Then he kissed my forehead.

  “That was exactly what I wanted,” he murmured. He pulled out of me. “I’m going to have a cold shower. You find us something to watch.” He dropped the remotes next to me and, just before he pulled away from me completely, he kissed my cheek. “Make sure it’s not a chick flick. I refuse to watch them.”

  I unclamped my hands from him, my breathing coming out staggered. I heard a door close and I realized I had to pull myself together. I was lying on his bed, slightly panting. I wasn’t expecting that.

  I clenched my eyes shut. Didn’t I tell myself I was sworn off him? And I turn around and let him do that? I sat up, taking my bra off and grabbing his t-shirt. I refused to be angry with myself because that was amazing, and after all the stress with Hannah, that had really given me a release.

  So, as much as I wanted to yell at myself, I didn’t. Maybe that was going to be my downfall in the end.

  ***

  Hannah

  I was laying on one of his arms, and his other arm was wrapped around, pulling me firmly back to him. All night we’d slept like this after, well, the best experience of my life. He was so gentle with me, like I was a flower and he didn’t want one petal to fall.

  I didn’t want to move, never having felt this safe and comfortable. He was amazing and so extremely gentle with me. My mind ran over the bath we’d had together, how he kissed and explored me. I let out a sigh because what had followed was the most beautiful way to lose your virginity.

  It was almost like he knew what to do, and how to make it less painful for me. I rolled over in his arms, needing to see him. To my surprise, his eyes were open and a small smile was on his face. My hand went to his cheek.

  “Here I was thinking I imagined last night,” I whispered, feeling like what happened last night was too good to be true—as if it wasn’t possible.

  His lips were on my cheek within a second of me saying that.

  “You know we are going to have to get our stories straight,” I said, as his lips moved down my neck.

  “You and I. That’s all I care about.” He kept kissing down my neck and then stopped, his eyes locking with mine. “Or was that your way of telling me you aren’t interested?”

  I knew this conversation was going to come. I knew it as soon as I’d agreed to have one night with him. But who was I kidding? I wanted more nights, more time—more quality time with him. I wanted to fall asleep next to him. I wanted to wake up next to him.

  But the reality was that zero of those things could happen.

  My hand went to his cheek. “You have a girlfriend, Brad. One you might be fighting with now, but you do have one.”

  His eyes hardened a bit while locked with mine. “Is that your only question?”

  I frowned. He couldn’t be serious. “How about the part where my dad will kill you if he finds out?”

  “We’ll deal with Reaper when the time is right.”

  My mouth fell open. “You aren’t serious right now? Telling Dad? Please tell me you are kidding!”

  “I want you, Hannah, and if that means I have to take a few bullets to be able to hold you without everyone thinking I’m your friend, th
en I’ll take them.”

  He was insane. Completely and utterly insane. I pushed him away from me and sat up. “You have no idea what you are suggesting.” I turned to look at him, rather furious at this point. “I told you all I wanted was one night. That was it, Brad. One night. No strings. Just because you…took my virginity, doesn’t mean you have to be with me.”

  Okay, I thought I was furious till I saw his expression. He looked the most pissed off.

  “So that’s all I was to you, one night?”

  I shook my head and exhaled sharply. “No, Brad. I love you. Which part of that don’t you understand?” I threw the blankets back. I needed to get space from him. “I want you, okay? I want what we did last night to be repeated over and over.” I turned to look at him, tears welling in my eyes. “But the reality is I’m not good for you. I can’t give you what you need. I can’t give you a real relationship. We would have to sneak around, I would be asking you to lie to your best friend and then there is the case of your girlfriend!”

  Why did I have to be the sensible one? Couldn’t he see all the flaws in what he was suggesting? This had to be a one night stand. This couldn’t be any more.

  He slowly got up, “I don’t love Andrea. I love you. I told you that.” He walked slowly toward me. “As for lying, I don’t give a fuck, and really, we won’t be lying. You and I have always been close, so nothing will change.”

  “So you want me to lie to everyone and accept the fact that you are willing to turn your back on your girlfriend of years because you really want me?”

  “I love you, Hannah, and I’ll do anything to be in your life. But as much as I want you, if you only want to be friends, then I’ll somehow cope with that. But I need to know.” He stopped in front of me. “Do you love me back?”

  Did I love him back? Of course I did! But I was thinking maybe I should lie. Maybe I should tell him I didn’t; which would put an end to his crazy talk. Leaving Andrea. Lying to Dad. Being with me.

  But as I stared up into his eyes, I couldn’t lie. “You have no idea how much I love you.” I said the words that could possibly be my undoing. Let’s face it, I had just showed him my heart and at any minute he could stab it.

  He placed his hands on my hips. “I’ll handle Andrea. We’ll play it smart.” He dipped his head, looking at me in the eyes. “But when you are ready, I’ll tell your dad.”

  “You’ll be getting a bullet in the head for that.”

  “Maybe.” His lips twitched up. “But I’ll die a happy man.”

  I inhaled sharply and placed both my hands on his cheeks. “I love you, Brad, but you haven’t had much sleep, so I suggest, if you feel the same in a few days, then we will talk about it.”

  I knew there was a large chance Andrea could talk him around. I knew there was a large chance he would change his mind. Lying to his best friend and president as well as club brothers wasn’t something someone decided on lightly.

  “You know what I’m thankful for?” His hands went to my lower back, pushing me into him. “I’m thankful you have always let me touch you. For all the movie nights we have had together. Because now we can use them to our advantage.”

  I giggled. “You really want this?”

  “Yes.”

  “Then I guess if you are still thinking like this later, we can have one of our famous movie nights.” I placed my hands on his shoulders. “Though it might involve fewer clothes.”

  “Fucking oath it will.” He lifted me up. “You busy tonight?”

  “Um, I might be going to Layla’s. Not sure, why?”

  “It’s Sunday.”

  I groaned. “Dad’s or Mum’s?” Sunday was our family dinner. Every week we had it.

  “Seeing as you’ve missed the last two, I’m not surprised you don’t know which one we are up to.”

  I rolled my eyes.

  “It’s your dad’s.” He lowered me to the bed. “Now, do you remember the rules?”

  I frowned. “Rules?”

  “Every club party, every family dinner, all the time—you are with me? Understand?”

  I gulped. Right, those rules. Slowly, I nodded my head. And I felt like, by agreeing to them, I was automatically letting him down. I shouldn’t be making relationships, not when I was sick. Yet, here I was, agreeing to being his.

  “So tonight, where will you be sitting?” he whispered in my ear while his hands ran up the inner of my thigh.

  “Next to you.”

  A smirk spread across his face. “You have always been a fast learner.”

  Before I could say another word, his lips were on mine and I knew where this was heading and I couldn’t be any more excited for it.

  Was there anything better than making love to the man you loved?

  Chapter Fourteen

  Tyson

  I had never been more attracted to a woman. It was like her body was made for my mine. Everything about her was perfect. I wouldn’t change a thing. She was curved into me again, like her body had been made to fit mine.

  I didn’t realize how small she was without her heels on. Or how skinny she was as I pulled her back to my chest. She had slept on my arm and by my side all night. She didn’t push me away, and she didn’t even seem to care that I couldn’t keep my hands off her.

  When it came to her, I couldn’t keep my hands off her. Even now my hand was under the t-shirt she had on and rested on her stomach.

  I had never seen someone as beautiful as her. I pulled my arm out from her and leaned on my elbow, watching her sleep. I could watch her all day. In fact, I was planning on us not leaving this room today. If she had plans, she would be canceling them.

  Then my door swung open.

  “Tyson, Mum wants to know if you want breakfast and, because apparently I have nothing better to do, I’ve been sent to-” A smirk spread across Eve’s face when she spotted Layla and me.

  They never fucking learned to knock!

  Layla suddenly stirred, waking up. Great, now I couldn’t watch her sleep anymore.

  I narrowed my eyes at my little sister. “Don’t say a word.”

  Her smirk got bigger and she ignored me.. “Morning, Layla.”

  Layla slowly woke up. “Morning, Eve.”

  “You’re in my brother’s bed.” Eve kept smirking.

  “Yep.” Layla didn’t lie or start making excuses or start gushing about how we didn’t have sex. She didn’t seem ashamed at all of being caught in my bed.

  I liked her more for that.

  “Tyson and Layla. Who would have thought?” Eve was not leaving, but instead she walked toward us. “So, does he live up to expectations? My friends always say he does.” Eve sat down on my bed and thought it was acceptable to talk about my sex life!

  Just don’t kill her.

  Layla sat up and glanced at me. “You have sex with her friends?”

  Well, that was loaded question. I shot a glare at Eve. She always brought fucking trouble. Trouble just followed her around and somehow she always roped me into it.

  “You’re the first, though,” Eve said, making no sense whatsoever. Was her brain not working right this morning? It would seem it was working well enough to cause trouble.

  “I highly doubt I’m his first,” Layla grinned at her.

  “You are. You are the first one he has let in this room. Normally he drags them to his sex room.”

  “My dorm room is not my sex room!” I told her and I don’t know how many times I’ve had to remind her of that! “Can you fuck off now?”

  “Nope. I want to talk to Layla.” Eve pulled her legs up on the bed and got comfortable.

  I was going to start screaming at her. I swear she only understood anything when you yelled at her. Layla’s hand went to my arm, running up and down like she was trying to relax me.

  “So, did you rope Hannah into doing those extra credits, Eve?” Layla didn’t seem to mind that my sister wanted to talk to her.

&nbs
p; No woman I had ever been with had time for my sisters. They always saw them as a threat, because my sisters always came first, but Layla didn’t think that. I stared at her blankly. She was full of surprises. Why was she so different to every other woman I had been with? And why did it take me so long to find her?

  “Yes,” Eve grinned. “Dad is going to be thrilled when he reads my excellent report. It’s going to be glowing, knowing Hannah’s work.”

  “Hannah’s doing your homework?” I snapped at Eve. “Seriously, Eve!”

  She shrugged. “She always does it.”

  “That’s not true. You did the report on the civil war and got a C,” Layla corrected her. How did she know more about Eve’s grades than I did?

  “Oh, I did too! I was wrong, I do some of it,” Eve smiled at me, knowing very well she was in trouble. “So, you two hungry? I bet after last night you would have to be.”

  “EVE!” I yelled at her, while Layla laughed.

  “God, Tyson. Loosen up. Eve is only joking. I think she knows what to say to get a rise out of you.” Layla’s hand went over mine which was on her stomach. “I’m sure Tyson is. But I need to get going.”

  “But Mum will want to meet the first woman Tyson has brought home,” Eve said. She was right, too.

  “I’m sure I will be one of the many.”

  “You won’t be.” I pulled her back to me, causing her to fall into my side as I wrapped an arm around her. She didn’t fight me; instead, she curled into me, like she had been doing all night, her head on my chest. Now this would be perfect if my sister wasn’t in the room. “Eve, fuck off.”

  “But I want to talk to Layla.” She started to whine, he voice going up a level, which normally gave me a headache so I’d give in to whatever she wanted.

  But I wasn’t going to give in this time. She wasn’t the only one that wanted to talk to Layla. I wanted to talk to her. I wanted to get her gasping again. I couldn’t do either with Eve in the room.

  “I have to go, Eve. I’m sorry.” Layla went to pull away from me but I pulled her back.

  “Nah, you are spending the day with me.” I kept my arm around her.

  “I can’t. Dad will be thinking you kidnapped me or something.”