by L. Grubb
“What about Lauren?” she voices behind me.
“She’ll be coming too.”
“Is she not riding with us?” she asks, worrying her bottom lip between her teeth.
I look around and spot Champ leading Lauren to his Harley. “Yeah, she’s with Champ, she’s safe with him, don’t worry.” I tug her hand to keep moving.
When we make it my bike, Alexis just stares at it with wide eyes and mouth agape. “Am I riding on the back of that?” she stammers.
“Well, yeah? Here, put the helmet on. Swing a leg over once I’m seated.” I pull my helmet on and climb on. “Come on, Alexis,” I insist. Eventually, she swings her leg over and grabs hold of my jacket. “You have to hold me around the waist, babe. Tight.” I pull her arms around my middle, and she grips on for dear life. Instant fucking hard on. This is going to be uncomfortable. “Ready?”
“I guess so,” she says, her voice unsteady.
I turn the key and the bike purrs to life. I speed off with Alexis clinging to me with both arms and legs.
Now, how the hell am I going to keep her out of this mess with that other fucking MC.
Chapter 10
Alexis
Holy cow. I’m not sure if this is more scary or more exhilarating. I’ve never been on the back of a bike before. I keep my eyes tightly closed and hang on for dear life.
Eventually, we come to stop and the bike ceases rumbling beneath me. I climb off on wobbly legs and remove the helmet. Don’t look so beautiful now, do I? Messy helmet hair has to be far from sexy, and I tame it the best I can before he climbs off and joins me on the courtyard grass. I catch him looking at me in his side mirror, the corners of his mouth lifting in amusement. I glare at him, daring him to say something.
“How was that?” A boyish grin spreads across his face. Boys and their toys.
“Scary, yet exciting.” I half smile in return.
He laughs, grabs my hand and leads me inside the brick warehouse like building. “You’ll be sharing my room, babe. I hope you don’t mind? We’re gonna be on lockdown. Meaning we can’t leave ‘til the Prez says so. I know this is far from what you’re used to, but here is safe.” He brushes a strand of hair from my face and leans in to give me a peck on the lips.
“Uh…that’s fine.” I feel the heat creeping up my chest.
He gives me a lazy smile and leads me into what I’m guessing is the main room with a bar along the back, worn table and chairs scattered around and a few tatty couches surrounding the big screen TV in the far corner. Glass sliding doors lead to the well kept backyard, littered with picnic benches.
He proceeds down a musky corridor and through a door. It’s quite small, with a four poster bed and a dresser that’s seen better days, another door is in the corner by the window, which I guess leads to the bathroom.
“I know it’s not much, but it’s comfortable,” he says, pulling me further into the room.
I sit down sheepishly onto the bed and twist my hands in the hem of my dress. Cobra kneels down in front of me, hands on my hips. The feel of his warm hands stirs fuzzy feelings in my chest, making my heart pound wildly against my chest.
“Do you want me to send someone to grab you some clothes from your place?” He asks tenderly.
“Please,” I murmur a reply.
“Hey…” He lifts my chin to stare into her golden hazel eyes. “Don’t worry. I’ll keep you safe. We all will.” He leans up and brushes a light kiss to my lips. My breath catches in my throat. He smells of pine and spice. Yum. Not wanting things to go further than they already have, I pull back and smile at him.
“I don’t know what it is about you, Alexis. But you have my dick in such a state that I’m suffering serious blue balls.”
I burst out laughing. I’ve never heard something so funny.
“It’s not funny, babe. It’s painful as fuck.” He chuckles.
I stand up from the bed and go to the window, at least there’s a decent view. I don’t know what I expect from Cobra, he doesn’t seem the hearts and flowers type, and I’m an incurable romantic. He comes up behind me and wraps his arms around my waist.
“You really are beautiful, Alexis,” he murmurs in my ear. My breath hitches at the feel of his erection in my back.
I turn in his arms and peek up at him under my long lashes. “Thank you. You’re not so bad yourself.” I laugh nervously. I hear a growl in the back of his throat and before I know it I’m pushed up against the nearest wall, pinned by his hips. He takes my wrists and holds them above my head. I take a shuddering breath before his lips crash on mine, and he full blown devours the shit out of my mouth.
He grounds his manhood into me while his tongue swirls with mine. He lets go of my wrists and I tug on his hair, moaning into his mouth. He lifts my hips and wraps my legs around his back. His erection grounds into my core. Making me wet and hungry for him.
“VP?” We stop, panting for breath.
“Fuck!” He reluctantly pulls back and drops me to my feet. “I’ll be back, babe. We’ll be finishing this.” He winks before turning on his heel and heading out the door.
Holy motherfucking cow.
I’m sprawled out on Cobra’s bed, my thoughts running wild. Do I want this? Should I do this? God, my subconscious makes me feel and sound like a prude. Sure, I’ve had sex in the past. Only two guys. They were both terrible and made me not want to do it again, and they certainly didn’t get me all hot and bothered within seconds like Cobra. What the hell am I thinking? I’m probably just another fuck to him. Another girl to use to get his dick wet. But, the way he looks at me with smoldering eyes tells me a different story. Shit. I’m so conflicted. I want this, he’s freaking hot for crying out loud. Men like him don’t come around often. But, what if I’m playing with fire? What if I get crushed and burned? Simple, don’t let feelings get in the way. Can I even do that?
I sigh and sit up against the headboard, chewing on my nails. Am I overthinking this? I should just run with it, see where it goes but the sensible side of me is against the idea. Fuck it. Before I can get another stupid thought in my mind argument, the door opens and in walks the God himself. I sit up straighter, watching his every movement. He stalks toward me, muscles flexing under his black shirt. I swallow hard. Boy does he look dangerous.
“Comfortable, sweetheart?” A smirk plays across his face.
“Umm…” I can’t even form a simple sentence around him. This is utterly ridiculous. I go to move off the bed, but all too quickly I’m caged in, his scent attacks my senses, spice, pine and all man. I’m flat on my back with his hands pressed into the mattress by my head. “What are you doing?” I swallow.
“Doing something I should’ve done when you were grinding on my dick in that club.”
I can feel a slight blush crawl up my neck, warming my cheeks. He leans down and rubs his nose along the sensitive part of my neck, just under my ear. My breath falters and my eyes flutter shut. Holy hot damn. His mouth moves in sensuous delight down my collarbone to the curvature of my breast before making his way up the other side. “You’re hot for me, baby, aren’t you?” His breath tickles my ear, and I’m squirming underneath him.
“No,” I reply, not all convincingly either. I squeeze my legs together to stop the ache, discreetly.
“I can feel your legs tensing together, your breathing is labored, and your eyes won’t stay open. You can’t hide from me, beautiful.” With that, he crashes his lips to mine before I even had a chance to think. He nibbles on my bottom lip, licking away the sting. I open my mouth to him, and he dives right on in. He glides one of his large hands down my side, down my thighs to the hem of my sundress. Tracing a lazy circle around my knee quickly, he makes his way back up, taking my dress with him.
When reaches my bikini bottoms, he traces along the edge toward my hip and pulls me to him. A moan escapes my throat into his parted mouth.
“Fuck,” he says while tugging the sides of my bikini bottoms, releasing them. “You’re so fuck
ing hot, baby.” He moves off me and lies beside me, not once stopping the kiss.
“Please.” I say into his mouth. Now I just sound desperate. Shitting perfect.
I can feel his chest vibrating with laughter against my arm. “Patience, Alexis. I got you.” His hand starts another slow torture along my inner thigh. I squirm with anticipation. My hands wonder under his shirt, across his tight abs and moving lower to trace his perfect V, disappearing under his jeans. He removes his hand and sits up, pulling his shirt above his head, giving me a front seat view of all his male sexiness. Yum. I think I might be staring, but it’s just hard not to. I look up when I hear him chuckle.
“Like what you see?” His muscles flex as he moves back over me.
“Maybe.” I fight the smile that’s trying to break out.
His eyes rake me up and down from his perch above me, slowly. I can see the desire pooling in his brooding eyes.
“Like what you see?” I ask, my lips twitching. He chortles at me for throwing back his words.
“I’ll show you just how much I like what I see, darlin.’” He moves back and bends down, kissing me from my instep to my knee, higher to my inner thigh. He stops and does the same on my other leg. Well, fuck. That’s hot. Before I can even think of anything, he bury’s his nose in between my thighs, smelling me leisurely. When his nose moves over my sensitive bud, shivers race down my body, making me release a shuddering breath.
I freeze, how embarrassing! Neither of the other two have done that before. I feel my cheeks getting hot and close my eyes so I don’t have to see.
“You smell fucking amazing,” he says, before licking me from slit to clit.
Holy fucking cow! I jump and grab a handful of bedsheets. Damn, that feels incredible. He doesn’t stop there. He sucks my bud into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue before gently nibbling. A tingling begins in my lower back, my legs tremble from pleasure. Shit, I’m so close. Before I know it, he shoves two fingers into my tight pussy and curls them to hit the perfect spot. I moan, none too quietly, while he flicks my clit with his tongue. I explode, clamping my walls tight around his magic fingers, screaming out from the intense pleasure he’s caused me. I see a barrage of bright stars behind my closed eyelids. He slows down and removes his fingers. I collapse into the mattress, spent.
“I’m not done with you yet, Alexis,” he says, removing his belt, pants and boxers in one fluid motion.
I don’t think my body can take more. Can it? Is it possible to have more than one orgasm a day? It seems I’m about to find out.
He reaches over to his small nightstand and opens the drawer, pulling out a small package. Well, at least he practices safe sex and is prepared. He rips the foil and quickly adorns the condom before hovering over my still quivering body.
“Are you ready for me, sweetheart?” He gaze into my eyes with intense desire. Before I even get a chance to reply, he pushes his impressive erection into my still gushing pussy. Fuck. Me. He thrusts deep, hitting places that created sensations I’ve never experienced before.
He grabs my hips and lifts me to an angle that suits him before thrusting in deeper then he was before. I cry out in adulterated bliss. I lift my hands to pull his silky hair, bringing him down to kiss me. He fucks my mouth with passion, while digging his nails into the flesh of my hip.
Suddenly, he pulls out and flips me onto my stomach, lifting my ass in the air in the process before shoving his dick back in, deeper if that was even possible. I scream as I explode around his impressive shaft. Slapping my ass, he fucks me harder before erupting inside me, roaring out my name. Slowly, he pulls out and rolls us so my back is to his front.
“Fuck me, Alexis. That was fantastic!” he says softly in my ear, trying to catch his breath. I smile and close my eyes.
Chapter 11
Cobra
I lay on the bed, watching her chest rise and fall while she sleeps. I brush a loose strand of hair from her face before kissing her creamy shoulder. Shuffling quietly out of the bed, I walk to the bathroom to dispose of the condom. I look over my shoulder at her sleeping form, wondering when the fuck I got so lucky. Smiling inwardly to myself, I continue to the bathroom. Washing my face and brushing my teeth, I quietly walk out as not to disturb her and get dressed. Taking one last look at her, I leave the room, shutting the door softly.
“Cobra, where the fuck did you run off to so quickly last night?” Dope says, walking toward me with raised brows.
“Wouldn’t you like to know.” I smirk.
Dope roars with laughter. “Unlike you to not kiss and tell, man.”
“Shut it, Dope.” I scowl at him, walking away toward the kitchen.
The smell of fried foods greets me when I open the steel swinging doors. Kristine is hunched over the stove, cooking what seems to be a full English breakfast.
Ever since we went over to London last year to visit one of our Chapters, we found a little diner and ordered the full English. Have never had anything quite like it. Now Kristine takes it upon herself to cook it most mornings.
“Man oh man that smells fucking amazing, Kristine,” I praise her, smelling the air and rubbing my belly.
Kristine laughs. “You’re forever hungry, Cobra.” She walks over and pats my abs before continuing to the fridge.
“How long ‘til the food?” Dope asks from the doorway behind me. “Just so I can round the boys up,” he adds a wink for good measure.
“Are you flirting with me, Dope? Tut tut. What would the Prez say about that?” She cackles.
The blood drains from Dope’s face. “What? Me? No. No way. Uh…” he stammers out, rubbing the back of his neck.
“I’m joking with you, Dope.” She’s still laughing at his misfortune.
I can’t help but join in. What a doofess. He turns around and exits the doorway quickly, not bothering to wait for a time on the food.
“He’s so easy to wind up, it’s so much fun.”
“I agree. It’s too easy. Which is why the guys rib him all the time. He’ll never learn.”
I go over to the coffee pot and pour myself and Alexis a much needed caffeine boost.
“Food will be ready in ten,” she says as I grab the two mugs and exit the kitchen.
“Ten minutes ‘til breakfast, fuck faces,” I shout into the clubhouse main room before sauntering off down the hallway back to my room.
I creak open the door slowly, in case she’s still asleep. When I poke my head around the door, she’s sitting up in bed with the sheets up to her chin, biting that delectable bottom lip.
“I brought you coffee,” I say as I walk to the bedside table.
“Thank you,” she whispers, barely audible.
“Everything okay, babe?” I observe her shifty eyes, hands wringing together in her lap. Something isn’t right and knots form in the pit of my stomach.
“I thought you left, regretting it maybe.” She lowers her eyes to her hands, in a failed attempt to hide the blush upon her cheeks. She’s so cute. Motherfucking adorable.
“What? No, babe. Trust me, if I regretted it I would of kicked you out that door.” I smiled to soften my harsh words.
“Oh…” She looks up with her mouth in the perfect O. “Sorry, I guess I always conclude the worst.” She smiles sheepishly up at me.
“No worries. Not sure how you took your coffee, so I did it the same as mine. Hope that’s okay.” I sit on the edge of the bed, sipping mine and burning my tongue. “Motherfuck….”
“Are you okay?” I can hear her trying not to laugh at me, hiding the snickers behind her delicate hand.
“Yeah, burned my damn tongue. I’ll never learn. Are you laughing at me?” I turn my scowl to her, the corners of my mouth twitching.
“Maybe.” She snorts
I stare dumbfounded at her. “Did you just snort? That’s fucking cute, babe.” Again, the hint of a blush colors her cheeks.
I reach out and tuck a stray hair behind her ear, moving closer, I place a chaste kiss on her s
ucculent lips. I can feel her relaxing, her shoulders slumping slightly. She presses her lips harder against mine, but I pull back slightly and smile at her. Her eyes have darkened with desire. She wants me again and damn if that doesn’t make my cock hard.
“Breakfast will be ready in ten, beautiful. You need to get your sexy ass up and do your thing. I’ll be in the main room.” I peck her lips quickly before rising with my coffee. I make my way back over to the door and glimpse over my shoulder just in time to catch the smile on her face, touching her lips with her finger. “See you in ten, babe.” I walk out the door, rearranging myself in my pants before heading off to the main room.
Alexis
I don’t know what it is about that man but he has my stomach in tight knots. After waking an hour ago, alone in bed, I thought the worst. Was I that bad last night? Did he regret sleeping with me before getting to know the real me? Maybe I’m not his type? After a whole hour of questioning myself, he walked through the door with coffee in hand.
I must look a mess, my hair feels like a rats’ nest, and to top it off, I was still naked in his bed. After questioning me and telling me about breakfast, he kissed me, reassuring me that he didn’t regret it. I breathe a sigh of relief before pushing the sheets away and heading to the bathroom.
After a rushed shower, I dress in one of Cobra’s shirts and a pair of his boxer briefs. Taming my hair with my fingers will have to do ‘til I find a brush. No makeup either. I’m sure I look super sexy now, right? I take a deep breath and leave the room, heading in the direction of the main room.
When the room comes into view, it’s like going to a bar at the wrong end of the neighborhood. Big, deadly looking men sit around the small tables eating what seems to be a full English breakfast. I stand self-consciously at the edge of the room, scanning heads for Cobra.
