by James, Marie
I pull my head back an inch and look into his warm, chocolate colored eyes. “I’m on birth control, and I haven’t had sex in months either,” I confess. “That being said, I don’t know about Bobby and his extracurricular activities.” I let my voice trail off because there’s really nothing more to offer on the subject.
Without another word he leans in and slants his mouth over mine. He settles over me, and I love every inch of his hard body against mine. I can’t remember another time when I’ve felt so nurtured and protected. I let myself get lost in this moment with him.
His hands slide down my ribcage and clutches at my hip. When I lift my leg and wrap it around his back, he moans into my mouth, and it makes me think he can feel the wetness my panties are no longer able to hold.
“I feel like I’ve been waiting for you forever,” he says placing a kiss on my chest just above my heart.
I wonder inwardly if the sentiment is just about sex or if his words go deeper than that. I know I can get lost easily in the attention and affection he’s showing me, and not just tonight. Even though we’re in dangerous waters, I don’t stop him. My body needs this, but I’m not sure my heart can survive it.
I close my eyes and bite my bottom lip as he nips, licks, and sucks his way down my body. I feel his mouth everywhere. Each and every nerve ending in my body is either going haywire from his touch or is tingling in anticipation of it.
I look down when I feel his fingers tug at the sides of my thong and pull them seductively slow down my legs. The look in his eyes when he sees my exposed flesh makes me moan. I’m writhing under his hands and mouth as he makes his way from my knee to my core.
“Shit!” I spit out when his hot mouth and talented tongue lock onto my sex. My hands fly out to his head, and I don’t know if I want to pull him harder against me or push him away. The sensation of his mouth on me again has my senses dumbfounded.
As his tongue strikes out at my clit, I feel his fingers tracing around the edge of my opening, which I’m certain is the most incredible feeling in the world. That is until he slowly presses two fingers inside of me. I buck against him as his relentless torture continues.
The combination of his mouth and hands sends me over the edge spectacularly. I press my forearm to my mouth and bite to muffle the scream, somehow realizing, even in my blissed out state, that we are not the only ones in this house. He continues to lick and nip at me until every last pulse from my orgasm dissipates.
He grins at me from between my thighs and sweeps his tongue over my sensitive skin once more. I wince happily at the sensation it sends up my spine. Slowly he retraces the steps he took down my body. I can’t keep my hips from circling as I impatiently wait for him to slip inside of me.
This makes twice that he’s had his amazing mouth on me, and I have yet to taste him.
“I know how much you like… I want you in my mouth.” I say knowing using the word blow job right now just sounds tawdry.
He groans. “Em, if you so much as touch my cock to your mouth I’ll come instantly.” He kisses me deep and whispers, “That’s not where I’m coming tonight.”
I blink up at him knowing we are about to take the next step. A leap, I should say since we have no protection.
I use my toes to push his underwear down his legs, not wanting him to pull away from me to take them off. I can feel the heat from his thick cock as it lays heavily on the lips of my equally pulsing core.
He takes a deep breath almost like he has to prepare himself for a tense workout and flexes his hips back. I close my eyes in anticipation.
“Watch, Emmalyn,” he commands quietly. “This is the best part. Remember this moment.” He watches me as I watch him enter me for the very first time.
We groan at the same time as he has to flex his hips back and forth a few times before my body will accept all of him.
“Fuck,” he mutters. “So snug.”
“Bobby wasn’t very…”
His eyes snap to mine. “Don’t mention him in our bed.” I nod in understanding and clench my inner muscles as a distraction. He squeezes his eyes tight. “Mmm.” Is all I get in response.
In and out, his hips move torturously slow and I begin to wonder if he’s punishing me for mentioning Bobby, but when I look in his eyes they’re full of rapture. He leans in and kisses me, his hips never missing a beat. My need, along with my arousal, builds slowly with each thrust. Before long my body is rippling along him, begging for more.
“You know that first morning you said my name as you came on your hand?” I moan loudly as he thrusts into me expertly. “I need you to touch yourself again, Em. I need to hear my name again.”
I reach down and skim my fingers over my swollen clit and swallow thickly.
“I’m going to… Diego!” I scream as he rams into me harder than he’s done so far. I explode. My body is absolute turmoil as it clutches at him, trying to take him deeper.
His eyes lock with mine. “Ah!” he exclaims, and I feel him pulse inside of me. He continues to pump, flexing in and out. I grip his back so hard with my fingernails I’m certain I’ve drawn blood.
I hum into his mouth as he kisses me while our bodies try to return to normal.
“Never better,” he says against my mouth. I smile against his mouth because he has no idea how impressed I am with what he just did to my body.
Chapter 32
I was certain I’d crash on the bed beside Emmalyn the second my heart rate returned to normal. That isn’t what happened. I’d hoped that after being inside of her amazing body I’d be sated and content. Touching her, feeling her that way was nothing but fuel to a fire that has burned at extraordinary temperatures since the first time I laid eyes on her. Right now, with her asleep on my chest, I’m combustible.
I want nothing more than to slide between her thighs and stay there as long as she will let me. She’s exhausted, that was evident by the way she crashed and was asleep on me within minutes of easing out of her. I’m overwhelmed with how amazing she is and how I’d do anything to protect her. I know our next order of business needs to be to get her divorce papers filed. She may not be with him anymore, but I don’t even want a piece of paper tying herself to that asshole.
I mumble when my cell phone pings a text alert. With my life, work, and the club I don’t have the luxury of just ignoring it, even though my most precious person is in my arms. I scoot closer to the edge of the bed and allow Emmalyn to take the spot I leave. She grumbles her annoyance at me pulling away; it makes me smile.
I grab my pants off of the dresser and fish my phone out of the pocket. My blood runs cold when I open the text.
Wrench: I’m not the only one who knows that bitch is in Denver.
He knew I was coming here today. Hell, Wrench knows a lot of things. I didn’t share every detail with the asshole, but I didn’t feel the need to particularly watch what I said around him. He was a jerk, and I wished every day he’d just disappear, but I didn’t consider he’d be involved in any type of retribution after his ass whooping at the MC two days ago.
I can only presume he’s talking about Emmalyn’s husband. I narrow my eyes in understanding. He’s contacted the fucking abusive-ass husband, knowing as much as I do, how territorial abusive men are over women they consider theirs.
I text Shadow, hoping his night has wrapped up because if it hasn’t, it’s over now. I send another text to Kid telling him and Ace to get on the road and head this way now. I look at the clock at the top of my phone. It’s four in the morning and even if they ride hard all day they won’t make it here until close to noon. Shadow will be out front within the hour.
I climb back in bed with my girl and hold her to my chest. Wrench may not even know it, but he has just started a war, one he has no hope of ever winning.
***
I do my best to keep everyone from knowing I’m on edge. Kaleb and Josie’s family are all around, my aunt is here, and all I can think about is getting her out of Colorado and back home
safely. Wrench wasn’t the best Marine, but he’s been through all of the same tactical training as the rest of us. I don’t know if his text last night was a threat, but that’s how it’s been received, and that’s how it will be treated when I meet up with him again.
I know Emmalyn can sense that something is off even though I’ve lied to her each time I told her everything is fine when she’s asked me what’s wrong. I don’t want to worry her; I’m carrying enough of that on my own shoulders. I’ve kept her right against my side all morning, unwilling to let her out of my sight even though instinct tells me nothing will happen here. I’m not going to take my chances as far as she’s concerned.
Thankfully, just as brunch is coming to an end, I get a text from Shadow letting me know that Kid and Ace have arrived. I stand and hold my hand out for Em to take it. As manners dictate, both Ian and Lorali and Kaleb and Josie walk us to the front door.
“Thank you so much for coming,” Lorali says as we walk to the front door.
“We appreciate the hospitality,” I tell her and turn to Kaleb. “Congrats, man. Best of luck,” I say giving him a hug and a quick slap on the back. Then my eyes land on Josie. She’s glowing, and her happiness is evident in every breath she takes. I reach up and stroke her cheek with my thumb. “You look much better than the last time I saw you, Sugar.”
She reaches up and kisses my cheek softly. “Thank you for saving me. I thank God for you every day that I get to hold him in my arms,” she whispers in my ear.
Right this very second it is exactly what I need to hear. I wrap my arms around her and hug her tight against my chest. I wasn’t the only one involved in her rescue. Hell, I wasn’t even the one in charge of the mission, but knowing I helped save a woman, my cousin’s woman, means everything to me.
“Trouble?” Kaleb asks as he opens the front door and notices the two additional bikers that weren’t there just a little bit ago.
“Nothing we can’t handle,” I tell him and make my way down the front steps to my waiting bike. Kaleb has followed me down, no doubt to make sure there isn’t something he needs to get involved in.
I climb on and balance the machine between my legs so Emmalyn can climb on behind me. She works to get her helmet on, and I immediately feel like an ass for just handing it to her and not helping her put it on. I’m distracted, but not seeing to her needs is unacceptable. I grip her thigh gently in apology.
Before he can even ask again, I speak. “Any word on the leak in your department?”
“Nothing yet,” he says and looks back to the front door. “I’ve just gotten back in the good graces of the department. My focus has been on my wife.”
“I understand that,” I tell him truthfully. “Let us know if they need any real help.”
He laughs, waves goodbye, and heads back into the house, no doubt missing the feel of Josie by his side already. “I understand that too,” I say to myself, my words hidden by the roar of my engine coming to life.
I turn out of Ian’s subdivision on full alert. I know this is going to be the longest ride of my life. For the first time in Cerberus MC history, I’m not riding point, and I’m livid that Wrench has put me in this position.
Chapter 33
The ride back from Colorado was miserable. I could feel the tension in Diego’s back as we rode straight through, with only one stop for gas. My back and ass are killing me by the time we pull up to the clubhouse, and I can still feel the vibration of the bike in my thighs as I climb off and hand Diego the helmet.
Something has been off since we woke up this morning. I was deliciously sore all over from his thorough attention to my body, but I woke with a hunger inside me that only he’d be able to satisfy. I’d stretched and pressed my naked flesh against his, somewhat disappointed to see that he’d already been up and was fully dressed except for his boots.
He ignored every attempt I made at flirting. At first, for some reason, I felt shy, especially when he didn’t touch me like he normally does. The shyness turned to worry when he brushed my hand away when I began to lower it to the front of his jeans. My worry turned to utter uncertainty about everything we did last night when he climbed out of the bed and insisted I go shower alone while he made some phone calls.
He’d whispered beautiful things to me last night while I lay on his chest before falling asleep with him just as wrapped around my body as I was around his. I was safe and content. I could honestly say I was the happiest I’d ever been in my entire life when I fell asleep listening to his strong heartbeat against my cheek.
The man I fell asleep with last night is not the man I woke up to this morning. He’s distant, and although he’s told me nothing is wrong each of the dozen times I’ve asked, I know he’s lying. I can’t help but wonder if last night wasn’t as pleasing to him as it was to me. My greatest fear is that he’s been manipulating my emotions this whole time and acting like the good guy when his intentions with me were different than what he’d said. I fear he’s gotten what he wants and has no use for me now.
The only thing that has kept me from freaking out is the fact that he’s kept me plastered to his side every second since we left the bedroom at Ian and Lorali’s. He even waited outside of the bathroom door when we stopped to get gas. Maybe I’m reading too much into things, but he’s just been… different. Nothing like I’d expected him to be after last night.
We head into the clubhouse with me right on his side, his hand in mine, but the second we step over the threshold and the door closes behind us he releases me and takes a step away.
“Why don’t you go find Rose? Grab you something to eat. I’ve got some things I need to take care of. I’ll come find you when I’m done.” He kisses me chastely on the forehead and walks away.
I’m left standing there with my jaw hanging near the floor as I watch him, Kid, Ace, and Shadow head down the back hallway and disappear around the corner. I don’t know what to do other than find Rose like he recommended.
Knowing she’ll more than likely be in the kitchen, I head in that direction. I smile when my eyes land on the vibrant woman, and I realize that I missed her. If she didn’t turn from the counter and hold her arms open for me to hug her, I think I would have hugged her anyway.
The emotion hits hard in her embrace, and I’m unable to control the tear that rolls down my cheek. Rose pulls from the hug, and her smile disappears when I do a shitty job of hiding the fact that I’m crying.
“Everything will be fine,” she says like I have any clue what the hell is going on. Am I the last one to know that Diego either regrets having sex with me or has decided he’s finished now that he’s scratched that itch?
“I’m fine,” I lie to her. I step away from her and head to the fridge for a bottle of water. I’m not really thirsty, but I need to step out of her space, which seems to pull all sorts of emotions with me.
No matter what lies he said to me to get me into bed with him, I refuse to be the whiny girl who can’t handle a one night stand. I don’t know what his intentions are going forward, but I’ll be damned if being treated like this after sex becomes a regular thing. He knew I wasn’t that type of girl from day one, and I refuse to be treated as such.
My anger grows exponentially as I lean against the counter and sip on the too cold water.
“Do you think it would be okay if I stay with you and Doc again?”
She turns toward me, and I can tell that she’s about to say no. “It will only be until I can get an apartment. I have enough saved up; I think I’d be able to make it work.” Her frown deepens. “I figured it’s better than a hotel for the next couple of nights. That would really chip into the money I’ll need for deposits.”
“You’re always welcome in our home, Emmalyn. Shouldn’t you stay here with Kincaid? I’m certain this is where he wants you.”
“I’m not particularly concerned about where Kincaid thinks I should be. I’m not going to sit around and wait until he beckons me to service him.” I spit his club name out like
it’s the worst thing I’ve ever tasted.
“You know that’s not what he thinks of you.” I hate how she’s protecting him when she has no idea how he’s treated me since waking up this morning.
“Yeah, well after today I’m not so sure.” I leave the bottle of water on the counter and walk toward the door. “Give me about five minutes and I’ll be ready to go.”
I refuse to wait around and have Diego seek me out when he has time for me. I refuse to let this entire situation fester. I head down the hallway to search for him. Maybe I am reading too much into this. Maybe he’s just having an off day. Rose seems to think that I’m more than a club whore to him, and I want more than anything for that to be true.
I push open the door to his room, our room. My heart shatters at the sight of a clearly naked Bunny under the covers in the bed I’ve been sleeping in for the last three weeks. The bed that I’ve shared with Diego. She smiles sweetly at me like she’s happy that I walked in.
The last time she was in here naked on his bed it was clear in the aftermath that she wasn’t wanted here. Just as I am about to ask her what the fuck she is doing in this room, Diego walks out of the bathroom naked, drying his hair with a towel. Another quick glance back to the naked slut on the bed registers the flush to her cheeks and the messy tangle of her hair. Her hair looks like mine did this morning before I got in the shower. It looked that way after Diego was done fucking me stupid.
I cut my eyes back to Diego and watch as he looks over at the bed. His eyes go wide; clearly she was supposed to be gone before he got done washing the fucking whore off of him. There’s no way to misread this situation. I just huff, trying to act like my heart isn’t breaking when all I want to do is cry my eyes out.
Diego wraps the towel around his hips. Why he’s bothering with modesty now, I have no idea. He walks toward me and holds his hand out.
