by Ryan Michele
“Hell yeah.” He crashes his lips back down on mine and takes my breath away. Excitement and anticipation flood my system. “Follow close.”
He hops on his bike, and I get in my car. I can’t believe I’m doing this, but it’s Cooper. The guy who stays up with me all night, talking about stupid shit he shouldn’t care about. I want this with him.
I have nothing with me, which makes it all the more exciting. This impulsiveness to take what I want and not sit around, just thinking about it over and over like a movie reel.
We stop at a hotel I didn’t see on the way. Cooper gets off his bike and waves for me to stay inside the car.
Once he comes out of the office, I open the door and follow him. It’s a nice place. One of those hotel chains you see everywhere and on television.
Cooper closes the door to the room, his focus on me. It makes me feel sexy and desirable, something I haven’t really felt before. Sex has always been a means to an end for me. Especially with my brothers acting the way they do. This feels different. It feels real, honest, caring.
Then I remember. “I need to use the bathroom.”
His lip rise. He better not say I’m cute. I just need to freshen up. Hell, I was on a bike for hours and need to make sure everything is good.
He says nothing, so I slip into the all-white bathroom that holds the normal things—tub, sink, toilet. Lifting my arms, I smell myself. The deodorant is holding its own. Then I go pee and check everything down there. How embarrassing would it be if I sweat or something down there? Oh God.
After a quick clean up with a damp washrag, I flush, wash, look at myself in the mirror, and jump back. My hair is everywhere. I didn’t even think to put it back before the ride, and this is the thanks I get for that one.
Running my fingers through the knots, it takes a while before I see the light at the end of the tunnel. My face is just going to have to work. No zits, so that’s a good thing.
I’m such a dork. Only I would run into the bathroom when a hot guy looks at me like I’m his meal and worry about sweat. I’d bang my head against the door, but then he’d hear how big of a fool I am.
Sucking in a deep breath, I open the door. The sight before me is compelling. Cooper is lying back on the bed, T-shirt and jeans on, boots and socks off, arms locked behind his head, looking as cool as a cucumber. Or, I should say, as hot as the desert. My mouth suddenly feels really dry.
“Come here, beautiful.” He taps the bed next to him in invitation.
I kick off my shoes and climb in. He positions me so my head is on his chest and arm around my body before he strokes my hair. I’m thankful I took the few minutes to get the knots out of it.
His heart thumps in my ear at a rhythmic pace, calming me. This isn’t what I planned, but it’s nice. Relaxing almost to the point my eyes want to droop. Who knew he’d be such a great, warm pillow?
I lift my head and rest my chin on his chest, not wanting to fall asleep and miss a moment of our time together. “Are you tired?”
He pulls me completely on top of him, taking all my weight. “No.”
Cooper kisses me, moving his hand around the back of my head and filtering his fingers through my hair. That one move is so damn sexy it spikes my arousal into overdrive. My legs spread wide, straddling him, while he brings his other hand to the side of my face.
“The whole way here, I kept tellin’ myself I need to go slow.” This declaration shocks me. “Can’t, beautiful. I’ve had a raging hard-on since I saw you in that laundromat. There’s no waiting and no being gentle.”
My heart thumps hard as it pumps blood throughout my body.
“I just want you,” I whisper as he presses his lips to mine.
Chapter Fourteen
Going slow isn’t an option. I thought I could pull it off, but I was kidding myself. I have wanted this woman for weeks now. She’s all I think about, dream about, and long to talk to. She has a beauty that is unprecedented. Combined with her quirkiness and the way she makes me laugh, she’s an intoxicating woman.
I flip her so she lies beneath me, and she moves her hands to the back of my shirt, sliding under the fabric. My body trembles at the contact.
She’s never looked more beautiful than this moment, splayed beneath me with desire bright in her eyes. Lucky doesn’t even cut it. The fact that I’m here and not some other schmuck is a godsend. She’s too damn good to be true, but feeling her beneath me, she is.
When I trail kisses down her jaw and neck, Bristyl’s hips grind up into me, only making my already painfully hard cock jump and twitch to get out. Then I reach down and pull her T-shirt up, exposing just a patch of skin, then more and more, until it’s off her body completely. The light pink lace bra is sexy as fuck and makes me wonder if Bristyl is innocent. She seems shy, but not to the point I’d call her a virgin. If she is, I hope she says something.
Reaching behind her, I unclasp the bra and pull it from her plump breasts. The light pink tips of her areolas beg for me. Leaning down and taking a pebbled tip in my mouth, her back bows as she gasps. With my other hand, I massage her other breast, squeezing and pinching the tip, alternating my mouth on each of them. The softness of her skin makes my dick turn to stone.
She threads her hands through my hair, gripping it tightly. I fucking love that. It’s one of my biggest turn-ons.
I move to unbuckle her jean shorts, but she beats me to it, tugging them off roughly and tossing them, along with her panties, to the floor. I fully admit, one hundred and ten percent, I’m a pussy man. I can feast on one for hours and never get enough. With Bristyl’s pink lips staring back at me, there is nothing stopping me.
Her taste explodes on my tongue, sweet and tangy, a drug. Yes, one taste, and it should be classified as an illegal substance to everyone, but me.
“Oh, Cooper!” she yells, her hands back in my hair as I grip her thighs and eat—licking, nipping, and sucking.
Her nub calls to me, and I wrap my lips around the hard flesh, sucking hard as she screams and explodes on my face. I don’t stop, not even when her hips buck so hard it threatens to knock me back. Working her down, I then lift my head to watch her pant for breaths, her eyes closed with ecstasy written all over her. Fucking beautiful.
Standing up, I strip and grab the condom out of my wallet. It’s the only one I have, which really sucks, but now is not the time to focus on that.
I put it on quickly before climbing back on the bed and pulling her up to straddle me, her eyes flashing open.
“I want you to ride me. Show me what my bike did for you.”
A sexy as hell smirk spreads across her lips. “You sure you want that,” she teases, tracing my pec with her finger, and then down my abs.
“Fuck yeah.”
“You asked for it.” She lifts then ever so slowly wraps her warmth around my cock, squeezing the very breath from me. Tight. No, she’s a fucking vice. Maybe I should have loosened her up some more so it doesn’t hurt.
Somehow, she seats herself all the way on my shaft. I wait for her to say it’s painful, yet she doesn’t.
“You’re so big. I feel you everywhere.”
I buck my hips in an aroused response.
She brings her hands to my chest, knees planted on the bed, and she rides. Up and down. Down and up. She circles her hips to the right, then swirls them to the left, and begins this vicious pattern, integrating it with up and down movements. The blaze inside me roars to life. I know for damn sure this isn’t her first time, but I shut that thought right down.
I rise up, our chests flushed, and kiss her hard before rolling us over. I can’t stop. I don’t want to stop. My hips thrust hard over and over, and she meets me at every movement, making it feel so much better.
“Cooper, I’m coming!” she screams.
Her walls contract around me, making the already tight space suffocating. Her pussy sucks the come from my cock, while my legs strain as I push my cock inside her as far as humanly possible, all thoughts of breathin
g gone. Then we still together.
This connection is life altering. It’s everywhere. Her. Me. Us. It’s so incredibly strong that it shakes me to my core.
Falling to the side, my cock slips out of her. I scoop her panting body into my arms and hold her as tightly as I possibly can. Nothing in the world exists in this moment. Nothing. Only Bristyl and me. Only this connection we share. I have never felt closer to a person, not ever.
I lightly stroke Bristyl’s hair, waiting for her to open her eyes. Once she does, I see something in there shining brightly. I’ve never had it before, so I don’t want to assume anything. Assuming things gets a man killed. Facts, one can survive on.
“That was …” she starts, unable to form words.
I have to agree with her. “Yeah.”
Seeing a box of tissues on the nightstand, I remove the condom and toss it to the floor, not wanting to leave her for a minute. Then I pull her tighter to me, grab the comforter, and flip it on us so we are in a cocoon of warmth. It doesn’t take long before we fall fast asleep.
Shots are fired in every direction. My mother goes down with a thump as I lay, covering a woman who’s bleeding out everywhere. Looking down, Bristyl’s lifeless body stares back at me.
I jolt upright, looking around the room. A body flies off me as I take in the space. Hotel. Bristyl. Shit.
I flip the light on to see her pulling the hair away from her groggy face, half on the bed, half off.
“What’s wrong?”
Grabbing her, I hold her close. She’s alive. She’s safe. She’s here. The relief is so damn overwhelming it threatens to strangle my breaths.
“Just a bad dream.”
I allow her warmth to heat me, taking me away from the nightmare. Her touch pulls me away from the fear, which doesn’t hit me often. Seeing Bristyl dead … that’s a horrible fear.
“Do you have those often?”
“I have them quite a bit.” Admitting that is hard. No one knows about them. I’ve been able to hide them from the guys and women—no woman has ever spent the night beside me to learn of them. Weakness. That’s what I tell myself. Having the guys or anyone know about them isn’t in the cards. Yet Bristyl knowing feels right.
“Want to tell me about them?”
“No,” I answer immediately, not wanting to tell her that I held her lifeless body in my hands inside that cloud. “But I will tell you where they come from.”
“I’ll listen to whatever you want to tell me.”
Inhaling the cool air, we tangle our legs together, bodies flushed. “When I was young, like, really little, a man came into the Ravage clubhouse holding a gun to my grandmother’s head. Not only that, he shot my mother. I saw it all, and the woman protecting me had to cover my mouth so I wouldn’t scream. My dreams come from that.”
“Oh, Cooper.”
I shake my head. “I don’t want pity; that’s not why I told you. I did because I trust you with that information and to keep it right here, between you and me.”
“Absolutely. Is your mom and grandma okay?”
I squeeze her a little tighter. “Yeah. They are.”
“Good. And you’re safe, so that’s all that matters.” She presses into me, her head on my chest, arms around my body. All I can think is and so are you.
“You said that Princess isn’t really your mom? I don’t understand.” Her words are soft and comforting.
I glide my hand up and down her back as the weight of years lays on my shoulders. “Not biologically, but in every other way possible. My incubator, as my mother calls her, was a drug addict. My father told me a few things, but both he and my mom kept a lot from me, saying they didn’t want to taint my life with my biological mother’s shit. Her name was Mel, and she didn’t love me. All the memories I have of her are bad.”
“Oh, Cooper.” Her grip gets tighter as she tries to pull away to look into my eyes, but I hold her tight. This is hard enough talking about without the weight of her thoughts on me, as well. “I …”
“It is what it is. I have a great mom and more than I could ask for. Mel was going to give me to a crazy lady, but ended up dead.” Her body jolts at that. “I can’t tell you all the details because it’s club business, but what I can tell you is that my mom saved me in more ways than one.”
“I’m so happy you have that.”
“Me, too. Who the hell knows how my life would have turned out had Mel been a part of it?”
“Does it bother you that she’s dead?”
It surprises me that she didn’t ask how she died. I respect that.
“No, not Mel. If it would have been my mom, that would have killed.”
“I know what that’s like.” Her voice goes soft again.
“How long ago did your mom pass?”
She heaves in a breath. “When I was sixteen … so about five years now. Wow. It feels like it happened yesterday.”
“Sorry, beautiful.”
“Me, too. She was amazing. It was an aneurism that took her. It happened so fast that we had no warning at all. Boom, she was here … then she was in a casket.” Her body shakes, and I hold her tighter.
“She made you, so I bet she was great.”
Bristyl pulls away and smiles up at me like I’m the only thing in her world. I want to be that. I crave to be that.
“Yeah.” She reaches up and touches her lips to mine then pulls back and a yawn escapes her, along with a giggle.
“Sleep, beautiful. I’m right behind ya.” My grip tightens on her as I feel her body relax, falling back asleep.
Dread fills me as I look at the clock. It’ll be morning soon, and then I’ll have to leave. Again.
That’s it. I’m strapping her to my bike, and she’s coming with me.
On that thought, sleep consumes me.
“Hey,” a purr of a voice says above my head.
When I open my eyes, Bristyl is above me, her hair in a ponytail, face beautiful as always, and she’s dressed.
“Why are you dressed?”
“I have to go.”
Glancing at the clock, I see it’s ten-o-nine.
“Shit,” I grumble, grabbing her arm and pulling her down to me, kissing her the entire time. Her giggles are squashed by my lips.
As much as I need to go to a family night tonight at the clubhouse and I can’t miss it, there’s nothing that’s going to stop me from having her again.
All the while kissing her, I flip her on her back and unbutton her shorts. Then she wiggles out of them without protest.
The kisses are heated and demanding. Our teeth clash as if we would climb into each other if we could. When my cock strains, it hits me. I don’t have a fucking rubber.
“I don’t have another condom.”
She smiles. “I do.” Bristyl reaches down into her bag and pulls one out.
“I’m not gonna think that those were for any asshole but me.”
“They weren’t. Just bought them.” She smiles wickedly.
I take her hard and rough, to the point we are both screaming out our releases. Unfortunately, we then both have to go, so holding her isn’t an option.
“You’ve got a sweet tongue.”
“Don’t you know it.” I wink as I throw my clothes on. Then I use the bathroom, and we are ready to roll.
As we stand at her car, my chest tightens all over again.
“Wanna hop on my bike and come with me?”
“More than you want to know.”
“Then do it. Come home with me.”
She looks down at the ground. “I’m bound to my family. I can’t just leave them like that.”
“I want this, Bristyl. I want what we had last night over and over again. I want you in my bed, in Georgia. You want it, too.”
She gives a slight nod.
“We need to figure out a way to make that happen.”
“You want me to leave everyone I know and move in with you? Don’t you think that’s going a bit too fast?”
I
kiss her breathlessly. “What do you think?”
She shakes her head. “I don’t know what to think, Cooper.”
“Just think on it. That’s all I’m asking.”
“Okay.”
“Now kiss me.”
“I bet you say that to all the girls,” she teases, and I love it.
“No, only you.”
Our lips collide.
After loading her into the car, seeing the small tears in her eyes, I pack up and head back home, disliking each mile between us. This is going to come to an end sooner rather than later.
“You’re late,” my mother calls out from the kitchen as I enter the clubhouse.
Even coming right here, I’m late and tired as fuck. With so little sleep last night and the drive, I could pass out for days.
“I’m here. Let that be enough.”
I head into my room, splash some cool water on my face, and put on a new shirt. Family time needs to happen fast so I can crash for work tomorrow.
“Cooper!” my sister yells from across the clubhouse, running up and hugging me.
Being fourteen, I’m sure those days are going to be less and less. It would be nice if she stayed this sweet, little girl for as long as humanly possible. Or, at least not turn into a bitch of a teenager.
“How’s it goin’?”
“Good. I got an A on my English paper, but a D in math. I don’t know how the teachers expect you to know all of this stuff.” Her hand goes to her hip as I wrap my arm around her shoulders.
Heading outside, greetings come from all angles, along with shit from the guys for not coming home last night. It all rolls off my back.
The burgers are fantastic, and it’s nice to see the kids play on the shit I did a long time ago. Well, it feels like a long time ago.
Thoughts of Bristyl here with me, sitting next to me and talking with my family come to mind. She’s never too far from my thoughts. Ever. I hope she realizes how serious I am about her coming here.
Strolling back into the clubhouse, I see Deke sitting at a table by himself, twirling a metal ashtray. He looks up, scoffs, and goes back to his twirling. I sit down in the chair in front of him, but he doesn’t say anything.
