by Franca Storm
She'd done what? A low growl left me.
"Calm down, D. Does it really matter that they left their positions?" She laid her hand on my bicep, an obvious attempt to placate me. "They're still here. I'm actually safer with them right next to me, aren't I?"
No. She wasn't. She was wrong.
The way it had been set up meant that if anyone had shown up at her building, the prospect stationed outside could warn the one at her door, then get her the hell out before the enemy got near her. With them inside, they were basically sitting ducks with no safe extraction opportunity. But, of course, she didn't get that. She didn't know shit about security. And her going on like she had a clue was pissing me off. Not to mention, her mouthing off and questioning me in front of the boys.
"Get out," I ordered the prospects. "Head back to the clubhouse. You're relieved of your duty here." Both of them looked real worried and remorseful. Being pulled mid-task wasn't good and it really didn't bode well for them in the big picture either. When a fully-patched member, especially an Officer, gave an order, they were supposed to follow it. No questions. No breaking from it to do their own thing, or what suited their own needs and wants better.
I followed them to the door, watched them file out, then slammed it behind them. Locking it, I drew in another calming breath, then turned back to Sky.
Great. She was even more pissed than when I'd first walked in.
"You don't get how the club works, so back off," I told her.
Her eyes narrowed. "You're such an ass."
"Just drop the attitude, all right? I'm here to talk and sort everything out with you. So, if you'll just calm down enough to let me explain, all will be right as fucking rain."
She shifted her weight and folded her arms across her chest. It was her defensive pose, like she thought her arms banded across her body could protect her from any emotional impact of what was coming her way. She was more sensitive than she let on to the outside world.
Remembering that, I took a beat to reel in my aggravation at the whole shitshow that'd played out since I'd come here. I didn't want to hurt her. Hell, it was the last thing I wanted. That was why I had to do this now.
"This arrangement between us isn't working anymore," I spoke.
She shrugged and muttered, "Fine."
Not what I'd expected. I knew her, her mind as much as her body. She might be calm and collected and all that when it came to business, but outside of that and behind closed doors she was all passion and fire. What the hell was she playing at?
"Fine?"
"Yeah, fine," she confirmed, turning from me and heading further into the condo.
I followed after her through the kitchen where I saw two unfinished plates of food on the breakfast table. The breakfast the prospects had been wolfing down no doubt. I ground my teeth and looked away, continuing after Sky as she led the way into her luxurious bedroom.
Luxurious was an understatement. What I knew to be custom-made wallpaper covered the walls, a silver and blue edgy design. Black and white erotic artwork was hung in silver-leaf frames. A mammoth walk-in closet full of designer label clothing was situated in the far corner of the room. It was so big that there was even a seating area there, along with an antique dresser that housed her jewelry. Her bed rested upon a raised platform in the center. It was a four-poster bed, the posts intricately carved like the branches of a tree, complete with silver leaves and vines encircling them. Crystal knickknacks sat upon floating shelves throughout the space. The whole room was extravagance unleashed.
Sky spun around suddenly, demanding, "Why did you follow me in here?"
Why the fuck did she think? "We're in the middle of a discussion, woman."
"A discussion?"
"Yeah."
She scoffed. "I thought you were doing what you always do. Telling me how it's going to be. There was no discussion, D."
"You're upset. Let me finish and–"
She held up her hand. "No need. I get it and you're right."
"I am?" About what? I hadn't explained a damn thing yet.
"Yeah." She shifted her weight. "I have started to want more. It's not just fucking to me anymore. We get along well. Effortlessly, actually. We're from the same world. But you're not ready to admit any of that, especially not that last part. You like to kid yourself about who you really are, pretending a whole part of you—the past and where you come from—doesn't exist. So, there's nothing I can do. Not when you won't give me anything back." She shrugged. "We had a good run."
To say I was stumped was a major fucking understatement. Where had all of that come from? "Sky, that's not what–"
"We're done here, D. I'm a big girl. So, just be on your way." She gestured at the bed. "You know, unless you want to do the whole breakup sex thing? I'm not sure we can really count it as a breakup, though, because we were never really together."
Her weird offer had my dick jerking, turning me on like clockwork as always. As my gaze darted to the bed, flashes of all the dirty things we'd done there rolled over me. No! Don't get distracted again! Focus!
"I'm not going anywhere, Sky." When she moved to interrupt me yet again, I stepped up to her and pressed my finger to her lips. Her eyes widened in surprise and she didn't look too happy about it. Too bad. She hadn't let me get a word in. If this was the only way to say what I'd come here to say, so be it. "Just listen, woman. You just took what I said and ran miles with it in the wrong direction. I meant that our current arrangement isn't working for me, because I want more." She cocked an eyebrow. "I have for a while. I'd just been waiting for the right time, but we'd both been so busy and we hadn't seen each other for weeks. I was gonna tell you last night, then we ended up fucking, and that call about Haywire came in. It threw me off my game and I was… jealous, I guess. I thought you were still screwing around with that shithead. By the time I got the lowdown from Spartan, the mood was already shot to hell." I grinned and removed my finger. "And, you know, you wouldn't let me in here last night."
"You leaving my office without a word right after we'd been together made me feel like a cheap whore."
I winced. "Never. You're so far from that, sugar. I'm sorry I made you feel that way."
"You really want this? Us?" she asked, incredulous.
I took her hands. "All of the bullshit fears I'd had that kept me single and running from any kind of relationship commitment, aren't there with you. You make me feel freer than I've ever felt. You're one of a kind, so fucking special to me. I want you in every way. This current fuck buddy thing isn't enough anymore."
"Well, shit," she breathed. "This is… unprecedented." She thought for a moment. "Although, I had noticed you acting differently the last couple of times we'd hooked up. More intense, I guess."
"Yeah, I know."
"I liked it."
"Yeah?"
I saw the struggle in her eyes. She'd been trying hard to downplay her own feelings for a while now, probably worrying about my reaction, given the no-strings rule of our arrangement. She wasn't used to being able to be honest with me when it came to this subject matter. Hell, it was weird for the both of us. Uncharted territory always was unnerving.
Smiling, she reached out and ran her hands up and down my arms. "I'm game. If you're sure you can handle it."
"I am."
She wrapped her arms around me and I held her tightly against me for a while.
After a bit, she pulled back and eyed me curiously. "So, this is why you were so pissed at the prospects?"
I nodded. "They weren't just protecting some club asset, they were protecting my woman."
"So, only the best now that I'm yours, huh?" she teased.
"You know you've always had the best from me."
Challenge lit her eyes. Her hands slipped under my tee, feeling up my pecs, trailing down to my abs. "I think I need a reminder."
I leaned in and growled at her ear, "Be careful what you beg for."
She trembled with excitement. "Bring it, sweets."
Oh, hell. It was fucking well on.
I swept her off her feet and tossed her on the bed.
Then I pounced on her.
Time to give her a reminder she'd never forget.
5
~Skylar~
"REALLY?"
"Yeah," D confirmed to me down the line. "Haywire has been ordered back in and he's basically under forced lockdown at the Lone Outlaws compound. Python's pissed that the asshole went after such a vital asset to Iron Kings. He's got a lot of respect for Spartan and he also knows better than to risk crossing him."
"Not just Spartan. You too, sweets."
"Sure, yeah."
I could hear the hesitancy in his tone and imagine the sour look on his face even over the phone. He didn't really believe that. I knew he was having a hard time trying to live up to Spartan's rep, in filling his shoes while the big, bad Prez was away having some downtime with his girlfriend. D was doing well hiding his insecurity and the pressure he was feeling to everybody else, but I knew him so well that I could read between the lines. Despite us now being an official couple, he, just like most alpha type men, didn't like to reveal any weakness or negative emotions. Hell, I got that. I was that way myself. But, at the same time, I needed him to know that he didn't have to go it alone.
"You don't need to be Spartan. Do things your own way, take your own path. He's exceedingly smart and astute, so don't think for one second that he would've appointed you as VP in the first place if he didn't know you could shine in his stead. The club doesn't need a carbon copy of him, they need you, someone who can do things a different way and bring something else to the table. He believes in you. I believe in you. You just need to do the same."
There was a brief pause as he must've been taking in my intense speech. He cleared his throat, indicating that it'd affected him and actually managed to reach him. And then he murmured, "Yeah, well, he's gonna be back in a couple of days anyway."
"I know, but still—"
"So, you wanna tell me how you got mixed up with that psycho?" he cut in, doing a good job of changing the subject in the most jarring way imaginable.
"I… uh… I thought Spartan filled you in with that apparent background check he ran on me." A majorly invasive background check.
"He only gave me the facts, just anything that was relevant from a security standpoint."
"Ah, so you want the gossip?" I teased.
"Told you it bothered me."
"And you think me offering up details about my time with another guy will fix that?"
"Yeah. It'll stop my imagination from running wild as all fuck."
I blew out a breath. "Fine. We're in a relationship now, I guess I owe you full disclosure."
"Uh huh."
"What?"
"You're stalling."
He knew me too well. "Damn."
"Just hit me with it, woman."
"Just the bedtime story I want to be telling," I grunted. I took a moment to gather my thoughts then sank back against my pillows and settled in as I began, "It'd been a long time since he'd bothered me, but I guess with Excite becoming so famous, and me by extension, it drew him to me again. We dated a few years ago one summer just after I dropped out of college. It was my first time at a real biker bar. The Lone Outlaws."
"Huh."
"What? Don't tell me you're upset that you're not my first biker?"
"Maybe," he grunted. "But I knew you had a thing for bad boys, so it shouldn't really be that much of a surprise."
I rolled my eyes and just went on, "He was a prospect back then and he latched onto me. I didn't see the repercussions. I thought it was just a bit of fun to both of us. He didn't agree."
"He still doesn't," D pointed out.
"He just won't let it go. Do you know how the others managed to get away?"
"Others?"
"Other women he's fallen for."
"There aren't any others, sugar."
"What? Are you saying he was a—"
"Virgin? Hell, no. I'm saying there's nobody else he's gotten close to, tried to be serious with. He's been all about the club whores. You were… unprecedented. It's probably why he can't handle it. He's not used to it. And, you know, there's also the whole psycho thing he's got going on."
"Oh my God," I breathed. "Then he'll be obsessed forever?"
"Relax, it's been taken care of, remember? He's under lockdown."
"Yeah, right now, but that can't last forever. What then?"
"He'll be monitored closely. Plus, he's been ordered to stay away from you. There's basically a do-not-touch order out on you now. Nobody from Lone Outlaws is allowed to come anywhere near you."
"That's… intense."
"Yeah, well, you're important to Spartan. He protects his assets well. And don't even get me started on how well I'm committed to protecting you."
"Thank you, sweets. Everything you're doing… it means a lot."
"It's the least I can do for my woman."
I giggled. "Your woman. It's so weird hearing you say that."
He chuckled with me. "I know. I'm liking it though."
"Really?"
"Yeah. A lot."
I sank deeper into the covers, holding my phone tight to my ear, feeling giddy like a lovesick schoolgirl with her first crush. "I wish you were here with me right now."
"Me too."
"The boys are keeping you on your toes, huh?"
"Yeah. I need to be around as Acting Prez. I was already down at your place the other night. I can't do it again so soon. There needs to be an authoritative presence here. But, like I said, Spartan will be back in a couple of days anyway." His voice dropped to a low, sexy rumble as he told me, "So, summon patience until then and be the good girl I know you can be."
Those words! Good girl. I couldn't help it, my body reacted, coming alive instantly. Desire pooled low in my belly. "Yes, D."
"That's better. Now, tell me, sugar, are you naked under those covers of yours?"
"I'm wearing a pink tank top and silk panties."
"Mmm. My cock's hardening in my hand just picturing that. That sexy fucking body of yours, your soft sweet-smelling skin, your thick hair fanned out over your pillows."
I beamed at his compliments. He sure knew how to make a woman feel special, like the sexiest woman to ever walk the earth.
"Are you naked in your room at the clubhouse?"
"Shirtless. I'm up at my desk. I was just finishing up some work when you called. Now, though, I'm leaning back in my chair with my cock hanging out of my pants. I'm pumping my fist up and down. Nice and easy. Wanna help me out?"
God. Just the visual had heat pooling between my legs. "Yes," I breathed.
"Put your phone on speakerphone mode so you can use both hands."
I did as he asked, then shifted under the covers. Before I could take hold of my panties, his voice stopped me short.
"Stop."
"Stop what?"
"I can hear you moving around. Did I tell you to?"
"Uh… no."
"Trying to top me?" he challenged.
"No. No, D."
"Mmm. Good girl. Now, reach under your tank and pinch your nipples."
I followed his order and slid my hands under my top, sliding up my stomach to my boobs. My nipples were already hard from all the dirty talk and already sensitive as I tweaked them. It had me moaning out as I teased myself.
"Fuck, yeah. Love the sounds you make. You've got me roughing up my cock now."
I sucked in a breath as I pictured him doing that, his roughened fingers wrapped around his big, thick cock and jerking off all intense and wild.
"Lick your fingers and circle your hard nipples," he commanded next, his voice straining. It had me tingling, knowing I was getting him off like that.
I did as he asked.
"Fuck, I can hear you licking. Wish you were flicking my shaft like that. You're such a talented cocksucker. Such a good girl taking my dirty commands so well."
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sp; I shifted restlessly at his words. "Yes."
"You need more?"
"Please."
"Slide your hand into those sexy panties. Tell me about your pussy."
I felt it up. "It's wet."
"How wet?"
"Dripping."
He groaned. "Slide a finger deep inside."
I dipped my index finger into my pussy pushing in as deep as I could. I held it there, waiting for his next order.
"Slide it out real slow, right to the tip."
"Oh God," I moaned.
"Back in again. Hard."
I gasped as I thrust in roughly.
"Out."
I was too turned on, I needed way more. "Please, D!" I cried, knowing what it did to him when I begged.
"Pull it out and spread your juices all over your clit. Drench it. Rub it in slow, easy circles. Around and around."
"Mmm, yes," I moaned as I touched myself more freely, pleasure sparking everywhere.
"Slap your pussy."
I was too far gone to do anything else than to act and do as he said to chase my orgasm any way I could. I actually made myself jolt from the shock of it as I smacked my pussy a bit too hard, feeling the burn of it.
"Damn," D said. "That sounded hard. Getting desperate, huh? Don't worry, me too. Use two fingers to spread your pussy open. Hold it wide and play with your clit. Fast this time. As fast as you can."
Being spread open made it all the more intense as I swirled my fingers rapidly around my clit, my juices soaking my fingers and trailing down my thighs. Pleasure built, I was unconsciously thrusting my hips, getting closer and closer to coming. "Shit!" I cried out. "I'm gonna come, D! I'm gonna come hard!"
"Fuck, yeah!" he gritted out, panting, sounding like he was close too. "Let go! Let it all go and fucking come as I shoot my load all over my hand."
"Oh God! That's so hot! I wish I was there to lick your cock clean."
"Jesus," he groaned.
The sound of him losing it, sent a thrill through me.
I squeezed my eyes shut, letting the building pleasure wash over me.
"Next time I see you, my cum's gonna be pumping deep in your ass."
His dirty words had me snapping. Ecstasy gripped me as my orgasm tore through me. Throwing my head back, I bucked as it took me over. "Luke!" I screamed out.
