by Dez Burke
It was the first time for them to come face to face after last night’s...encounter. It was the only word she could come up with that would not make her heart hurt. She had tossed and turned the whole night, trying to convince herself that Helios’ cruel words were only a result of the betrayal he had suffered from his brother and girlfriend.
He had not really wanted to treat her like a slut. He had said what he said, done what he had done simply because he had a hard time trusting anyone. That was all.
Helios had a hard time keeping himself still. MJ did not look okay at all, and he had the strongest urge to pull her into his arms and demand what was wrong so he could fix it. Just seeing her was more than enough to remember their time together, his imagination having no difficulty replaying it with explicit detail.
Jealousy and lust warred inside him. If he had thought having a taste of her would put an end to his obsession, he had been wrong. It had only fed his passion, and now he wanted her more than ever. Just looking at her was enough to have Helios hard and aching, and his cock became rigid under his pants at the thought of claiming her body as his.
He wanted to claim her, now, right here, so that everyone would know she belonged to him.
“Are you all right?”
Yuri’s gentle voice had Helios clenching and unclenching his fists. Yuri was always the most courteous one among them, but wasn’t this fucking overkill? The other man was giving MJ too much attention, and he did not like it. Not one fucking bit, not when Yuri’s gentle treatment of her was making it more and more obvious who was her secret crush.
MJ felt so miserable. All this time, she had felt Helios’ eyes on hers, and it did not feel good. She had stolen a look at him, and the contempt in his gaze wounded her. Why did he hate her so much? Why, after last night, did he hate her still?
Forcing herself to smile, she told Yuri haltingly, “I’m sorry. I’m just...” She stopped, realizing that she didn’t want to share her horrible past. Back at home, everyone in town had known of the life she had with James, and they had responded by pitying her from afar. She did not want to experience the same thing with the club. That would kill her.
And so she said lamely, “I’m not that fond of bikes.”
Everyone gazed at her with disbelief at her answer. Finally, Yuri said, “I see.”
The note of understanding in the other man’s voice infuriated Helios. That was fucking it? Did Yuri like MJ then? Did he like her so much that he was going to let her get away with such a stupid answer?
Looking back at MJ, he snapped, “Are you just playing cute or what?”
MJ swallowed. “I...I just don’t like bikes.”
“Then we have a fucking problem,” Helios said coldly, “since Afxisi, if you haven’t noticed, is a fucking club for bikers.”
Chapter Eight
The club’s garage had an open layout with an office set up on a raised platform in one end. It was there that the officers worked, the location of their workplace allowing them to oversee every member’s task. And it was there that Helios observed a couple who stood close together as they worked on a bike, so close that he wanted to fucking kill somebody.
“You know you were too hard on her, don’t you?” Kellion asked behind him.
Helios swiftly removed his attention from the two. It was no use, though. The image of Yuri and MJ working next to each other was indelibly etched in his mind, something likely to torture him with numerous sleepless nights. Every part of him wanted to snatch MJ away and hide her from all the men, especially Yuri. Gentle fucking Yuri who made Helios look like an asshole with every fucking word that came out of his mouth.
Helios’s fingers tightened unconsciously, and the pencil in his hand snapped into two.
It was a very revealing action, and one that had Kellion’s eyebrows shooting up.
“Not one word,” Helios warned as he threw the halved pencil away with a silent curse.
“Did something happen between the two of you?” Kellion insisted on asking in a quiet voice.
Something was not the right word to describe last night.
The incredible feel of her body was not something. The sweetness of her kiss was not something. The beautiful curve of her breast, the moist warmth of her pussy, the lovely sound of her moans and gasps as he brought her to a climax...the sheer pulsating need of his cock for her pussy...that was not something.
That was everything, and it was a damn shame that MJ did not feel the same way. She couldn’t, not when her heart belonged to someone else.
“It doesn’t matter if something did or didn’t happen. She has her secret crush.” He spat the words out. “I can make her come a hundred times, but I’m not the one who’s important to her.”
“You don’t know that for sure,” Kellion said impatiently. “This just isn’t fucking you, man. You’re not the kind to give up like a wimp.”
He used to think the same thing, too. But then MJ came into the picture, and Helios knew that some things weren’t worth risking. MJ’s rejection, if it ever came to that, would cripple him. And there would be no going back from there.
Helios grabbed another pencil and swung his chair around so he was back facing his desk. His sketchpad lay before him, a half-finished diagram for his bike’s upgrade drawn on the sheet. Ideas for upgrades usually came to him in an easy flow, but he found himself unable to concentrate at that moment.
“What kind of girl,” Helios muttered, “would bother applying to our club if she was so damn scared of bikes?”
“Someone who loves a guy so much she was willing to conquer her fears for him?”
Snap.
Helios threw his second pencil into the waste bin, hating the way Kellion’s words had turned his world upside down. He did not love MJ. He would not want to fall in love with MJ, but he would be lying to himself if he said that he did not want MJ to love him. He did. He wanted MJ to love only him, to want and need only him, to make him her entire world.
“Mr. President?”
Helios took a deep breath, making sure he had a tight lid on his emotions before looking up. It was one of the senior volunteers, Cherry, and the strawberry blonde was smiling flirtatiously at him as she said, “My girls and I are wondering, President. Who are you taking as your date to tomorrow’s party?”
The question had every girl looking at him.
Every girl except MJ, who was determinedly staring down at the seat of Yuri’s bike. She didn’t stop polishing its tank, her movements mechanical. She knew without a doubt Helios would not pick her. He hated her too much.
Yuri bent his head close and said quietly, “If your secret crush doesn’t pick you, don’t let it matter.” His voice was low enough for only MJ to hear. “He’s not the kind to succumb to his feelings so easily.”
It took her a moment to understand his words, and when she did, her head jerked up, her stunned gaze flying to meet his. He knew who her secret crush was?
Seeing Yuri and MJ gaze into each other’s eyes had Helios’ teeth clenching together, and he said in a viciously charming voice, “I haven’t made up my mind, but it definitely won’t be MJ. Scared little girls like her leave me cold.”
Helios heard Kellion suck in his breath behind him, and he knew that such a reaction only meant he had taken things too far. But all the girls were laughing now, and he knew there was no way he could make it better. Not unless he could find it in himself to admit he had only said it to hurt her.
Helios stiffened when MJ finally looked up. He had prepared himself for anger, hurt, and confusion. But instead MJ’s eyes were...twinkling, her lips curved in a good-natured smile as she said simply, “I guess I have a lot of growing up to do. You girls are so lucky.”
And that was that.
She handled it with such perfect grace that the other volunteers were unable to continue laughing at her. MJ had her back to him now, knees on the ground as she started cleaning the wheels of Yuri’s bike.
Helios wanted to go to her. He wa
nted to say he was fucking sorry for making fun of her. But he couldn’t. And when he saw Yuri kneel down beside her, he knew his pride would not let him say sorry to her anytime in the future. Not now, not ever. There was no need when she had Yuri by her side.
Kellion rolled his seat towards Helios. “Now you know what kind of girl she is, Helios. The kind who loves her guy enough to not walk out like any sensible girl would when an asshole like you shames her in public.”
****
“How do you know I like him?” MJ mumbled the question when Yuri followed her out of the garage. She had made her escape as soon as she could. Although she had tried her best to pretend that Helios’ taunting remark didn’t get to her, MJ knew she was in danger of breaking down.
“I know a lot of things,” was Yuri’s mysterious reply.
She glanced at him, trying to figure out his angle. Even though he had a mild unassuming manner to him, only a fool would have thought Yuri Athanas was a weak man. He was as powerful and as aggressive as anyone in the club. The only difference was that he preferred to be more subtle about it.
“May I be honest with you?”
She nodded.
“I had your background checked. It’s standard procedure for all members and volunteers of Afxisi.” When MJ paled, Yuri said flatly, “And yes, that means I know everything. I’ve seen your records as a juvenile delinquent, and I know about your father being in prison. But...there are a few things that I have not quite figured out yet.”
MJ didn’t speak.
“One. Why are you afraid of bikes?”
“Why does your father despise you so much?”
“And lastly, what made you like Helios so much? Did the two of you meet in the past and perhaps he’s forgotten it?”
MJ could only answer the last question. “No.”
“And that’s all you are going to say?”
Slowly, she nodded.
“Then we’ll leave it at that...for now. I know you mean him no harm. But I also think you’re keeping too many secrets from us, and that can lead to trouble. I think you will be good for Helios, but my loyalty is to Afxisi first.”
Yuri’s last words dwelled in MJ’s mind as she crouched down and worked on the bike’s rear wheels. Yuri had been nice enough to excuse her from working with the rest, telling her she could come back to finish the last of her tasks when everyone was gone.
Was she a threat to the club, MJ wondered as she squeezed a drop of cleaning gel into her rag before moving on to the other wheel of Yuri’s bike. What kind of trouble could someone like her cause? She was no one. And though James did hate her, it was unlikely he’d come after her. He would probably be glad to know he was rid of her.
A movement caught her eye and MJ froze, her hands tightening around her rag.
A shadow fell over her, followed by footsteps.
MJ whirled around, her hand raised in defense.
It was Helios.
MJ’s breath swooshed out of her, and she pressed her hand hard to her chest, trying to calm her heartbeat. “You startled me. I thought you were an intruder.”
The shocked look on MJ’s face had Helios gritting his teeth simply because he found it attractive. Practically everything MJ did had become attractive to him, Helios thought violently, and he didn’t fucking like it. He was like her stalker now. He – Helios Andreadis, the biker every girl wanted to have riding her in bed, panting after a little girl who had secret crushes like she was still in middle school!
Helios gazed disdainfully at what she was holding. “What would you have done if I were an intruder? Beaten me with a rag?”
She looked down at what she was holding. Oh. Drat it. She was holding a rag. MJ grimaced. Why did history have a knack for repeating the worst possible moments? Why couldn’t it be the best, like last night?
The thought, coming out of nowhere, immediately had her blushing.
Helios caught sight of MJ’s pink cheeks. “What is it?”
“Yuri...”
“Don’t say his name.”
Helios’ icy voice took her by surprise. “Wh-what is it?”
In a few swift strides, he was standing right next to her, and MJ’s breath caught when Helios gripped her arms hard. “You’re hurting me,” she gasped.
“What do you think you’re doing to me?” Helios snarled. “You’ve turned my life upside down. You think you’re going to get away with it?”
She shook her head. “I don’t know what you’re saying!”
His hold tightened. “Why are you here?”
“Yuri—-” And then she couldn’t speak, Helios’ lips crushing hers in a punishingly hard kiss. Dimly, she knew it was not meant to give her pleasure, but it didn’t matter. This was Helios. The man who had given her hope all these years. His kiss, however it was given, would always bring her pleasure.
She did not even think of saying no, did not even think of trying to struggle or reject his touch. Instead, she opened her mouth to receive his kiss, her body shuddering when his kiss immediately became bolder, his tongue plundering her mouth as if he did not want to leave any part of her unclaimed.
When he lifted his head, his golden eyes blazed down at her. “Is he your secret crush?” Before she could answer, Helios shook her twice as he demanded again, “Is he?”
She wetted her lips. “Yuri...”
“I told you not to say his name,” Helios growled just before kissing her again. His fingers sank into her hair, gripping it, pulling her head back so he could kiss her more deeply.
It might only be fury fueling his passion, but she didn’t care. His kisses set her on fire, and she just wanted more. She wanted everything he wanted to give her, and so her arms went around his neck, tightening, her mouth soft and plaint under his, her tongue moving gently and sweetly against the fiercer strokes of his tongue.
“What are you doing to me?” Helios gritted out, the sweetness of her kiss undoing him. Guilt stabbed him at the way she gave herself to him so beautifully even after he had shamed her in public. Here he was, practically attacking her, and yet she was so wonderfully responsive in his arms.
“Look at me,” he commanded when he released her mouth. Breathing hard, he waited for her beautiful violet eyes to focus on him. “It doesn’t fucking matter if Yuri is your secret crush. You got that?”
She had a hard time understanding him. In the circle of his arms, surrounded by his heat and passion, all she could think of was how long it would take before he kissed her again. Before he touched her again and made her come.
“Answer me!” Unable to stop himself, he bent his head and sucked on her lower lip hungrily.
She gasped, her body shaking at the unexpected sensation that tore through her.
“Yuri will never be yours, so forget about him. He’s betrothed.”
The news stunned her, but she only looked at Helios, not really knowing what to say. Yuri’s betrothal meant nothing to her. It was Helios who mattered, but she had a feeling he wouldn’t welcome such a declaration.
Someone knocked on the garage’s back door. “Anyone there?” It was Yuri’s voice.
Her eyes widened. When Helios only looked at her, she opened her mouth to answer but the next thing she knew, Helios had pushed her to the floor, his hand covering her mouth. His body would have crushed hers completely if he did not have the reflexes to brace for his fall, his weight resting on one bent arm.
Helios took his hand off her mouth but swiftly replaced it with his lips.
Her eyes flew wide open. Yuri was about to come in any moment. Didn’t he know that? She started to struggle in earnest then, but it only made Helios kiss her harder. His hands made short work of her clothes, pulling her tank top up, her bra down, and then he was cupping both her breasts with his large hands.
She moaned against his mouth, her body bucking against his.
The doorknob rattled. “Anyone in there? I forgot something inside, and I don’t have my key with me.”
Yuri’s words had
her regaining her senses. She tried to push Helios off, but he retaliated by moving his head down and taking one nipple into his mouth. MJ bit her lip to keep herself from screaming. His mouth moved expertly on her breast, knowing exactly how to play and kiss with her nipple until she was writhing against him.
Was Yuri still outside?
She knew she should care, knew she should stop Helios, but oh God, it was impossible when he was kissing her so.
When Helios moved to her other nipple, worshipping it in the same addictive way, her surrender was complete.
Helios almost growled with triumph when he felt MJ’s hands relaxing and then moving towards his head. When she gripped his hair and actually arched her body towards him, he knew that he had her bent completely to his will. In this moment, her secret crush no longer existed. Yuri no longer existed. He was the only one that existed for MJ, and that was how he fucking wanted it.
He rewarded her surrender by biting her nipple, just hard enough for the pain to cause pleasure, and she jerked against him with every bite. His extremely rigid cock knocked against his jeans, and Helios knew he had to have more of MJ before his cock drove him crazy.
Reluctantly releasing her nipple, he bestowed one gentle kiss on each pink tip before kissing his way down. “Sssh,” he murmured when he felt her stiffening as he worked on the buttons of her jeans. Squeezing her thigh in reassurance, Helios unbuttoned her jeans and pulled it off.
When her legs were completely bare, he ran his hands over her silken thighs reverently, loving the feel of them. She was the sexiest little thing he had ever seen, and his cock ached more painfully at the sight.
MJ inhaled sharply when she felt Helios nuzzling her cotton-covered flesh. She couldn’t believe this was really happening, but she wished at the same time it wouldn’t stop.
She felt herself holding her breath again as he slowly pulled her panties out of the way. When he brought his face close to her sensitive flesh and took a deep breath, inhaling her scent, MJ hastily covered her mouth so she could scream against her hand.
And then she screamed and screamed because without any warning, he was suddenly licking her. There. Long, lush strokes. Swift, rough strokes. So many combinations that there was no way to predict how he would torture her next.
