by S. Nelson
On Reece’s day off, we went grocery shopping. Something so mundane yet I enjoyed every second. Watching her flit from aisle to aisle brought a smile to my face. Even though the way we met wasn’t ideal, it didn’t deter me from delving into who she really was underneath.
During our many late-night talks, I’d convinced her to open up more about her family. She’d tell me stories from her childhood but then would quickly shut down as soon as she broached the subject of their accident. It was obviously still too painful for her to talk about. I’d switch the topic to that of past boyfriends, for my own torture, and she’d give me vague answers, her finger subconsciously rubbing the scar on the bridge of her nose. The desperate look in her eyes told me let it go, and I did. For the time being.
Something about Reece brought out my overprotective side, which I knew drove her crazy sometimes. She’d roll her eyes when I’d become a little more than animated trying to stress the importance of being aware of her surroundings. So in order to try and teach her a lesson, I went as far as to hide around the corner of Indulge, grabbing her when she’d come outside for some fresh air. She didn’t particularly care so much for that little stunt of mine, shrieking out in fright before pummeling me with her tiny fists.
“I don’t understand why the hell you won’t tell me,” I yelled, trying like hell to control my temper. But I failed. Big time. Only when Reece shrank back farther into the couch did I release a heavy breath and silently counted to ten. Tentatively approaching her, I stopped by the side of the sofa so as not to crowd her. “Sorry. I just want to get to know you, that’s all. The good and the bad.” I attempted to lighten the mood with a smile but couldn’t. My body wouldn’t allow the simple expression to form while my blood ran hot inside my veins.
“There’s nothing to tell,” she lied, pulling her knees to her chest in a protective stance. “Besides, I don’t know anything about you,” she threw back at me. “You won’t even tell me your real name. Or anything about your family. Or how you came to be part of your club. I hear the other men call you ‘nomad’ every now and again. I’ve done some research. Nomad means you don’t belong to any one place.”
“Charter?”
“What?” She looked confused by my correction.
“They’re called charters.” The sofa dipped with my weight. I needed to sit for this, knowing damn well she was gonna take advantage and ask me all sorts of questions.
Rolling her eyes, something she’d been doing quite often, she asked, “Why did you decide to stay here?”
I knew what she was doing, deflecting to take the focus off her. I’d asked her about her previous relationship, again for my own torment, but she refused to give me any details.
The anger I’d felt just moments before slowly started to fade, although traces of it continued to pump through my veins. “Okay, fine. You wanna know some shit about me, I’ll tell ya.” I took a deep breath, giving off the impression I was annoyed. It wasn’t totally off base. “You already know that Hawke is my younger brother, and although he can be quite the pain in the ass most times, we’re close. I’d do anything to protect him, even if it’s from himself. What else . . . ,” I said, tapping my finger against my chin. “I’ve been with the Knights since my early twenties. Although he was never part of the club, my father had been friends with Marek’s ol’ man, as well as Stone’s. I knew the guys growing up, so it just made sense to join. My father often worried about the goings-on within the Knights and didn’t want me or Hawke involved, but he also knew enough about us that we wouldn’t be deterred so easily.”
“What does he think about it now?”
“He passed away last year. Cancer.” I couldn’t help the sadness that crept over me. Both Hawke and I were close with the old man, and it was a dark day when he died.
“I’m sorry,” she said, reaching over to stroke my hand, her touch most definitely welcome.
“Thanks. Anyway, we were young and thrived on danger.” I smirked but quickly stopped when I saw her reaction.
“Wait, what do you mean danger?” A worried look drifted over her face.
“Not anymore. Nothing for you to worry about where the club is concerned.” I refused to elaborate. “Anyhow, I’ve always been sort of a loner, hence being a nomad.” Judging by her expectant look, I continued on, revealing something I hadn’t told anyone—the real reason I’d been in town the night some of the Reapers had attacked me, leaving me for dead in front of the Knights’ clubhouse, four bullet wound scars a constant reminder of my carelessness.
“One night, I came home to find the woman I’d been living with fucking some guy. In our bed. Needless to say, I wasn’t too happy. I almost killed him. I wanted to, trust me, but I didn’t. After telling her it was over, I left and hopped on my bike. Before I knew it I’d arrived at The Underground, our club’s bar. Because of what’d happened, I got drunk. Really drunk. And when I stumbled outside, there were a few Reapers waitin’ for me. Still to this day I have no idea how no one saw them creepin’ around outside.” I took a deep breath. “They shot me, then dropped me off outside the clubhouse.”
I paused to allow her to digest it all, her eyes wide with fright and concern. “I almost died. If it weren’t for Adelaide, Stone’s woman, I probably would’ve. She patched me up and looked after me while I recovered.” I smiled at the recollection of how pissed Stone had been when Adelaide watched over me. I liked to think I was the reason he got his head out of his ass and finally pursued making them a legit couple.
“Who are the Reapers? Are they still after you?”
Hmm . . . how to answer that question.
“The Savage Reapers are a rival club. Real scum of the earth. And no, they’re not still after me.” Deciding to be as truthful as I could, I added, “Well, because of the hatred our clubs have toward each other, there’s always the chance we could run into them. You know, not on accident.” The worried look never left her face. “But now that their president is dead, I don’t see them being a problem.”
“He’s dead? Did you . . . kill him?” she asked meekly, her bottom lip disappearing between her teeth in anxiousness.
“No, I didn’t kill him.” It was mostly the truth. While I’d assisted in his demise, Marek was the one who ended his wretched life.
Wanting to change the subject from something so grim, I allowed her to ask me a few more questions, hoping that by me opening up she would do the same.
“What else do you wanna know?” I prompted.
“Do you have any other siblings?”
“No.”
“Is your mother still alive?”
“Don’t know.”
“Why wouldn’t you know that?”
I tried not to appear as angry as I felt. “Because she took off with another guy and left us when Hawke and me were still young.”
“And you never saw her again?”
“No. Next question,” I barked. Reining it back in again, I said, “Sorry, I just don’t wanna talk about her.”
There she goes again biting that damn lip. All I wanted to do was reach over, pluck it from between her teeth and suck on it.
“That’s okay. I know how that feels. Some things are better left in the past.”
And there it was. She’d essentially just let me know that she wasn’t open to discussing anything from her past. Eventually she’d have no choice, but we weren’t there yet.
“Okay, I have one more question for you.” She smiled so I relaxed.
“Shoot.”
“What’s your real name?”
“Cavanaugh.”
“That’s your first name?”
“Last name.” While she was still processing my answer, albeit not the one she wanted, I asked for hers in return. “What’s your last name?”
I thought for sure she would’ve refused, but surprisingly she answered. “Kendrick. Now tell me your first name,” she insisted.
Shaking my head, I moved closer and ghosted my fingers down her arm, doing my b
est to distract her. I refused to give her the answer she wanted, but it wasn’t because it was anything horrible. I simply loved playin’ with her, knowing my refusal annoyed her.
“Nope.
“Are you running from the law or somethin’?”
“I told you my last name. Besides, if I were hiding from the police, do you honestly think I’d be involved with a well-known biker club?”
“Maybe. If you think about it, it’s the perfect cover. Hiding in plain sight.” She laughed, the sexual tension between us increasing. She continued to look at me expectantly.
“Not gonna happen, sweetheart. I don’t know ya well enough yet to tell ya.”
“Still?” she huffed, moving to tuck her legs underneath her. Turning toward me, she rested her arm on the back of the couch. “You’ve found a place for me to live, have picked me up and taken me home every night I had to work, seen me naked, and kissed me so passionately you made my toes curl.”
“I made your toes curl, huh?” I winked, the corners of my mouth curving up in a wicked grin.
“You’re so arrogant,” she teased, slapping my arm in jest and allowing her fingers to grip my bicep a few seconds too long. Before she could pull away, however, I grabbed her hand and pulled her close, positioning her until she straddled my lap.
“What are you doing?” she asked breathlessly, short pants of warm air hitting my face her mouth was so close to mine. She moved on top of me to better adjust herself, and the second she rubbed herself over my cock I almost lost all gentleness and tore her clothes off right then and there.
Reece was still fragile. She tried to pretend otherwise, but I saw the pain hidden behind her beautiful eyes. An incident that would merely startle someone else sent her into a panic, if only for a few seconds. Glass shattering from one of the mugs behind the bar. Shouts from the customers when they got excited, which was quite often given the club they were in. No matter what it was, though, she always collected herself quickly, and if I hadn’t been paying so much attention to her, I probably never would’ve noticed.
“What do you want me to do?” I asked. Placing my hands on her hips, I ground myself against her, licking my lips and drawing her attention from my eyes to my mouth.
“I don’t know what you mean.” She still tried to play coy, and admittedly I kinda liked it. Lifting the bottom of her tank top, my fingers grazed over her skin, her breath hitching from the heat of my touch. “That feels nice,” she whispered.
“You know what else would feel nice? Great, in fact?” I continued to raise her shirt until I’d finally removed it altogether. She never protested. Never answered my question. She didn’t do anything except wait for me to make my next move.
Reece
I’d be lying if I didn’t say that most of my thoughts were consumed by Tripp. The way he’d looked when he dropped his towel in front of me, baring his naked self and acting like it was no big deal. The way he’d watch me when he thought I wasn’t paying attention. The way his kiss tasted when I’d been the one to shamelessly throw myself at him the day after I’d met him.
The way he made me feel safe.
The way he made inappropriate sexual jokes, like telling me he’d spank me if I forgot to arm the alarm system.
The way my body reacted to that statement.
The way he noticed.
So to be sitting on his lap, straddling him, our most intimate areas touching even though we were still clothed, left no room for imagination any longer. I knew exactly what he wanted to do.
And I wanted to do it too.
I wanted Tripp to strip me naked and have his way with me. As many times as he wanted. I needed to feel his lips against mine, to feel the warmth of his breath covering my skin as he positioned himself between my legs. I wanted to taste him on my tongue, to drive him so crazy with lust that he was barely able to control himself.
As soon as he unhooked my bra and tossed it aside, I finally gave in, knowing what was to come would be climactic, every pun intended. The chemistry that existed between us was palpable.
Undeniable.
Electric.
“Yes,” I moaned, writhing on top of him and pushing my breasts closer to his face. Needing him to take me in his mouth, I brazenly taunted him until whatever resolve he had left shattered into pieces.
“Fuck,” he groaned, latching on to my breast while toying with the other. The sensation was too much. Every flick of his tongue over my sensitive nipple. Every gentle tug of his teeth, his tongue soothing the bite so the line between pleasure and pain blurred together. “These are mine, baby. Do you hear me?” he asked, switching from one breast to the other, pinching the erect buds until I could barely stand it.
Tripp rose from the couch while holding me exactly in the same position. I wrapped my legs around his waist to ensure I wouldn’t fall. Hell, I never wanted to separate from the man ever again. Our mouths found one another’s as he climbed the steps and hurried toward my bedroom, our tongues dueling for dominance. But it was no contest; he took control like he always did, and I’d never been so happy to submit.
Once inside my room, he wasted no time before laying me on my back and ripping my skirt from me, quickly followed by my panties.
“I can’t wait to fuck you,” he groaned, kicking off his boots before removing the rest of his clothing, standing before me in all his glory. As my eyes trailed down the length of him, starting with his gorgeous face, to his sculpted chest and abs, then down to his . . . oh my God!
With furrowed brows, I leaned up on my elbows and stared right at his package. His overly large, extremely rigid, previously well-hidden surprise. I knew he was gifted down below when I’d felt it against my thigh earlier, but I never would have imagined just how big he was.
“What’s the matter?” he asked, glancing down at himself before finally nodding. “Uh . . . never mind. I know what that look’s for.”
Tripp
Scrambling until she was on her knees, a position I’d envisioned her in too many times to count, she shook her head and looked at me with a twinge of fear in her eyes. “You don’t honestly think that’ll fit inside me, do you?”
If I weren’t so fuckin’ hard right then, the situation probably would have made me laugh. Reece pointed at my dick in disbelief, and while I found the whole scene flattering, I knew there was a chance I’d hurt her. And that was the last thing I ever wanted to do.
Before I could respond with some sort of reassurance, Reece crawled toward me, her tits heavy and begging for my mouth again. I wanted nothing more than to flip her on her back and plunge inside her, but I knew I could never do that. Not the way I wanted. Not until she became comfortable with my size.
Inching closer still, she glanced up at me before wrapping her hand around me, my cock twitching in her tight hold. “Fuck me,” I growled. “Don’t tease me too much or I’ll be done before I even start.”
“It’s just so big,” she whispered, stroking me from base to tip. Slowly. Tentatively. In awe at the sheer size of it. When a drop of precum coated the tip, she swirled it around with her thumb, stroking me quicker than before.
“Reece . . . ,” I warned, the look of failing restraint plastered all over my face. “You can’t keep doin’ that. Not unless you want me to come.” My eyes were pinned to hers the entire time, and when I saw a small smile tilt her lips, I knew she was up to no good.
“I just wanted to touch it.”
“Well, don’t stop there, sweetheart.” A wolfish grin spread across my face. “You can taste it if you want.” On reflex, my cock jerked in her hand, emphasizing my offer for her to wrap her lips around me.
“I might just take you up on that,” she said, licking her lips as if already preparing to swallow me whole. Well, not whole because I’d never fit.
The heated look in her eyes, mixed with the heaviness of my balls, told me that if she took me in her mouth I’d never last.
“Never mind. I don’t want you to do it.”
“
No?” She drew closer until her lips hovered over me, the sight of her about to suck me into her mouth pushing me toward the edge.
“Reece,” I warned again. “I’m serious. Don’t. Not yet. I don’t wanna come down your throat.” No matter what I said, it didn’t deter her from doing what she wanted. Sure, I could have stopped her, but there was a part of me that wanted to see what she’d do. She was clearly fascinated with me. Who was I to stop her from exploring my dick?
“I’ll just do it for a second,” she promised, opening her perfect mouth and wrapping her lips around me. Her tongue swirled around the tip, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked me in as far as she could, which wasn’t much. But it was enough, all the same.
It took every ounce of control I had not to thrust inside her wet, hot mouth. So, to steady myself, I grabbed her hair and positioned her where I wanted her. She tried to take more of me but I pulled back, only allowing the tip to remain inside. I felt the ache in my balls building, threatening to explode soon if I didn’t pull out all the way. But it felt too good—amazing, even.
“Goddammit!” I roared, restricting her movements every time she pushed to take more of me. Knowing it would all be over too soon, I pushed her back and I finally fell from her mouth. I swore it felt as if I’d run a fuckin’ marathon. The air pushed from my lungs in heavy spurts, my chest rising and falling simply from lust alone. “You’re gonna be the death of me,” I told her, watching her smile widen. Her saliva made it easier for me to stroke myself while she watched, the desire in her eyes taking over in the form of sheer fascination. “Do you like watching me do this?”
She nodded, biting the corner of her bottom lip in excitement.
“Lie back,” I demanded, kneeling once her back hit the bed. “Spread your legs.”
“Tripp, I’m nervous,” she admitted, worry etching faint lines around her eyes.
I’d better put her mind at ease, or she’s gonna chew the hell out of that poor, abused lip.
