by Erin Trejo
Her beauty, this setting – it’s like something out of a movie. This isn’t what I’d expected when I asked her to come with me.
“What happened to her?”
“She was shot and killed.” I take a deep breath before I can continue. The images of my mother are too fresh in my mind. “ I was with her when it happened. I was twelve at the time. Watchin’ her lie there and bleed to death, it killed me. My dad went crazy. He became distant and even more violent. He ended up making bad moves for the club. Understandable since she was the love of his life. After that, he raised me to be what I am today - he made me into the man I am.”
She takes a sip of her wine before setting the glass on the table. Her eyes are glossy like she wants to cry for me, for my situation but she doesn’t. She holds it back.
“What about your parents?” I ask. I see the look. She’s closing me out. She doesn’t trust me enough to give me that information, even if I did just give mine to her.
“Dance with me,” she says, her eyes looking haunted. I let her avoid the subject for now. I nod once and stand before taking her hand in mine, pulling her from the chair. I walk us to the dance floor, not really giving a shit that everyone is staring at us. With all my tattoos and shit, I can’t say that I blame them. But this isn’t about them; this is Brooke and me. I wrap my arm around her waist and pull her closer to my body. She throws her arms around my neck, holding on tightly.
“You know everyone is staring at us,” she whispers.
I chuckle before I say, “Let them stare. We’re makin’ magic right now.”
Brooke pulls back, staring up at me with wide eyes. “Are we?” she says softly, the hint of a smile tugging at the corner of her lips.
“Yeah, we are, baby.” I lean down and press my lips to hers. You can feel it. The magic of this moment. It surrounds us.
Our lips dance to their own song as our bodies do the same. Everything about her feels right, but there’s something off since our conversation and it's nagging at the back of my mind. I feel like she’s trying to avoid something from her past. Her focus has drifted. I break our kiss and pull her into my chest. I need to get her back in a good place. This night is going too perfectly for it to end with her regretting coming with me. I want that connection that we’ve had to linger with us the rest of the night so I change the subject.
“What did you want to be when you were younger?” I ask.
“I wanted to be a princess, like any other girl my age.” She giggles softly.
“You are a princess. My princess.”
“So, you’re my prince?” She pulls back enough to look up at me.
“I can be anything you want me to be,” I tell her. It’s true, and I mean it. She makes me feel that way, like I can do or be anything in the fucking world. It’s an amazing feeling to have, too.
“I just want you to be you, Dec.”
I swallow hard. How she has this effect on me, I will never understand, but I like it. It’s some more of that magic that makes us, us.
I lean in and tell her, “I wanna take you to our room.”
“And do what exactly?” She’s playing with me, and my dick is loving it. When the words leave her mouth, I’m instantly relaxed that my playful Brooke has come back.
“First, I wanna take all your clothes off. Then I want to kiss every inch of your skin.” Her breathing picks up. Fuck, I love that I am the one who can make her react like that, make her feel these things.
“Then what?” she asks, her breathing coming heavier.
“Then I want to lick you until you call out my name.”
“Then?” God, look at her. So, fucking turned on by my words.
“Then I wanna pull your fuckin’ hair so hard that it hurts and plunge into you so goddamn deep that I will mark you for days.” I can see the red cross her cheeks. The way her body shudders slightly. She’s horny.
“So, why don’t you do it?” she asks breathlessly with a quirk of her brow.
I grin devilishly at her before I say, “Nope. I want dessert first.”
Brooke’s mouth hangs open before she punches me in the chest.
Chapter 26
Brooke
Declan has teased me to no end. I sit here watching him shovel cake into his mouth like he’s a kid. I don’t know how the hell he does it, but he makes even that look sexy. He grins at me, but I swear to God I’m about to kick his ass if he doesn’t hurry up. I can’t control the way my body heats from the inside out. I’m squirming in my chair like a kid waiting for recess.
“I have to go to the bathroom,” I finally say. He sets his fork down and looks at me.
“Liar.”
“I’m not!”
“Yeah, you are. I bet you’re tryin’ to get yourself off. Touchin’ that clit which belongs to me.” The gruff way he says it sends heat spiraling through my body.
“Declan,” I start to whine. He just smiles and chuckles. I start to shove myself up, but his large hand clamps down on my knee.
“Don’t you dare fuckin’ touch your pussy. That belongs to me now,” he says through gritted teeth.
“You are driving me crazy, Declan,” I say my mood getting pissier by the second.
“Good, that’s what I wanted to do. Your orgasms come from me.” His fingers stay clamped around my knee as he takes another drink of his beer.
“This is stupid. Let go of me.” My frustration is reaching new heights. I try to move his hand when he inches it higher, closer to where I want him to touch me. The shudders that rack my body are going to be noticed by others if he doesn’t stop.
“Declan,” I warn him. He just gives me that sexy grin.
“What, baby?” Look at him saying baby to me right now.
“Don’t you dare ‘baby’ me. If you don’t get up and take me upstairs to our room and fuck me, I will find someone else to do it.” His eyes blaze with hunger, but I can see the hint of rage in them.
“You ever let anyone touch what belongs to me, and I will fuckin’ kill them,” he growls. He stands quickly, throwing some cash onto the table, and grabs my hand. He practically yanks me out of my chair and drags me through the restaurant toward the elevator.
“What’s wrong? Can’t handle me?” I ask. I know I’m pushing him. I know I’m getting a rise out of him, and I love it. I can feel the way his hand clenches and unclenches around mine.
“You askin’ for me to spank your ass, butterfly?” He looks down at me as my heart picks up a beat.
“I don’t ask for anything,” I tell him. The desire dances off him. All I want is to wrap my legs around his waist and fuck him right here in the lobby.
“I know that look,” he says playfully.
“What look is that?” I ask like nothing happened.
“You want me right here and now, don’t you?”
“You think too highly of yourself, Dec.”
As soon as the elevator doors open, he lifts me in his arms. He steps in, pinning my body to the wall.
“I think highly of myself?” he asks, his lips hovering so close to mine. I’d give anything for him just to kiss me but I know he won’t.
“Yeah. You do,” I tease him. In response, his hips move, grinding against me. My body responds, ready to take everything he’s about to give me.
“You don’t know shit, butterfly,” he mumbles before kissing me roughly. His tongue dives into my mouth, taking what he wants from me. I can feel just how hard he is right now. As fast as our kiss started, he stops it. He sets me on my feet and backs away slowly.
“What are you doing?” I ask him as I pant.
He doesn’t speak; he just gives me an evil grin.
“You wanna play, butterfly? Let’s play.” The way he looks at me is about to be my undoing. I want this man more than I should.
I take a step toward him when the doors open, making room for another couple to climb in. I retreat to my side, his eyes burning into me the whole time. Unable to read anything in his heated gaze, I quietly
endure the rest of the ride. When the elevator stops on our floor, Declan tilts his head so I know to get off. He follows behind me, staying at least three feet away, but never once does he touch me. His presence can be felt, but I want the warmth of him to envelope me like it always does when he’s close.
“Five Sixteen,” he grumbles. I look up and check the room numbers as I go. Almost there and I plan on jumping his ass when I get to it. Fuck this game he wants to play.
I stand off to the side when I reach our room, allowing him to unlock and open the door. As soon as he does, I jump. Slamming into him, I damn near climb his body. His hands wrap around my ass, digging in painfully. I love feeling him against me. Touching me.
“This what you been waitin’ for?” he asks, walking us toward the bed. I nod once before my mouth is back on his. He doesn’t stop either as he lowers us onto the bed.
“This shirt,” I whine as I try to pull it off him.
Chapter 27
Declan
I love the fact that she can’t get me undressed fast enough, but I don’t plan on letting her have her own way. She needs to learn who is in charge here, and regardless of what she might think, it isn’t her. She throws my shirt to the floor, but that’s all I’m giving her. I pull back and stare down at her flushed cheeks, her body writhing and wanting more.
“What are you doing?” she demands, her eyes burning with need.
“You think you control everything. I’m gonna teach you a little lesson.”
Her eyes flicker with rage and anger. She can pout and fuss all she wants, but she isn’t getting it. She may want control, but it’s mine.
“Don’t you dare play games with me right now,” she says in that little pissed off tone of hers. I watch her hand slowly slide into the front of her pants.
“I’ll walk away if you keep that up,” I say with a nod toward her hand. She watches me, trying to decide if I’ll really do it.
“You wouldn’t,” she says in a strong voice, shoulders thrown back.
“Keep touchin’ yourself and watch me leave.”
She seems to be warring with herself. Deep down she has to know I’ll do it. I don’t fuck around, and she knows this. I watch as Brooke slowly pulls her hand free of her jeans, but that’s only so she can slide the jeans down her legs and off her body. She lies there in nothing at all. Her pussy is on display, and my dick is screaming for a piece of her.
“You think that changes things?” I ask casually, trying to sound unaffected. She locks eyes with me, and I can see that she’s trying to reign in her anger. She wants the control that I’m not willing to give her.
“Why are you doing this to me?” she questions in an almost whiny tone.
“‘Cause you want everything your way. I told you, that’s not how this works.” I give her a cocky grin before I climb on the end of the bed. I slowly part her legs, leaning down to run my tongue up her thigh. Brooke gasps but I know what she really wants. I move up her body until she’s writhing on the bed beneath me. Her back arches, her eyes close.
“Is this so bad?” I ask her before licking a long stroke over her wetness. Brooke moans in response. I chuckle against her before I spread those pink lips and get to work on her pussy. I’ve never tasted her like this before. We’ve always had quick, hard fucks here and there, but this is what I want. I want to take my time and drive her insane. I want her body to react to my every touch. I want her screaming my name. My tongue tortures her pussy. She is every man’s wet dream. She’s perfect. Her hands slide into my hair, tugging and yanking, trying to get me closer.
“Please, Dec,” she pleads as her body tenses up.
I love it. Her begging me to let her come. That’s how it should be. I stick my tongue inside her, and God fucking help me, I almost cum in my jeans. The taste of her has me on edge. I work her clit in hard, rough circles with my fingers while my tongue strokes the softness inside of her.
Brooke screams and pulls my hair as she releases all that pent-up energy. I lick and suck at everything that comes out of her. I fucking love this. I slow my licks down as I hold her hips in my hands to steady her while her orgasm slowly begins to fade. When she’s panting and relaxed, I sit up and pull my jeans off.
“Now you can have what you want,” I say as I yank them down my legs with my boxers.I grab a condom and put it on quickly before kicking my jeans to the floor. Her eyes travel my body and the hunger in this is almost overwhelming.
“You like what you see?” I ask. Her eyes come to meet mine, and a slow smile crosses her face.
“I’ve never seen anything as perfect as you.” The words come out softly, but I hear them.
The dynamics of this little fuck fest we’re having are beginning to change. I can feel it deep inside of me. Brooke’s becoming more than just a hot piece of ass that I want to fuck senseless. She’s becoming way more, and it scares the shit out of me.
I position myself between her legs before shoving into her slowly. Her legs lock around my waist, holding me in place. I look down into her eyes and see my feelings reflected back at me. It’s the strangest feeling to experience, but I know she’s going to end up meaning more to me than I originally thought she would.
“What are you thinkin’?” I ask her as I slowly roll my hips. I reach up with one hand and gently brush a strand of hair away from her face. Now that all of the urgent tension has been expelled, things have taken a slower, softer tone between us.
“I don’t know what I feel anymore.” She doesn’t need to say the words. I know she’s talking about us. I know because I have that exact same problem.
My hips roll, causing her eyes flutter, but I never thrust too hard. I want to take my time and watch her come undone for me. I want to see the way I affect her.
“I know what you mean.”
Her eyes come back to mine, the look of shock shining brightly in them. “So, now what?” she says with a gasp when I hit that spot she loves.
“Now, I make you cum all over me. Now we see where this thing between us is goin’.”
A smile crosses her beautiful face and I lose myself in her.
Chapter 28
Brooke
“What is all this?” I ask looking at all the people milling around this clubhouse. It’s nicer than the one where Declan lives.
“We’re gettin’ new recruits in. A few guys from another chapter and some are Nomads. Probably pick up a few new prospects, too,” Declan says as I look around. There are so many people that it’s hard to keep straight who is who.
“Yo, Declan!” I hear a man roar behind us. Dec turns to face him, never letting go of me.
“Goddamn, Brick! It’s been a long time, brother,” Dec says before releasing his grip on me to hug his friend. Watching him is amazing. The way his eyes light up when he sees his family. That’s what they are. Just like he said, they are family. You can see it in their eyes.
“Fuck, been what? Like three years?” Brick, says pulling back.
“Somethin’ like that. How you been? How're the girls?” Declan asks as he throws his arm around my shoulder. My chest swells with pride. It makes me feel safe and cared for. It’s strange that I’d even want that, but with Declan, it feels right.
“Gettin’ big, brother. Karrie’s goin’ to high school this year. I don’t know where the time goes,” Brick says.
“Goddamn! Can’t believe that shit.” Declan smiles and pulls me in closer.
“So, who’s this?” Brick nods toward me.
“This is my girl, Brooke.” He thrusts me toward his friend unexpectedly. Brick grabs my hand and smiles.
“How’d you do it?” he asks me with a twinkle in his eye.
“I don’t know what you mean,” I say, unsure how I’m supposed to respond to him.
“How’d you get ol’ Dec there to settle down? Last I knew him, he was all over everything with legs.”
A blush creeps up my cheeks. I can feel it. Declan grabs me and yanks me back against him with a growl.
I glance up at him, and I see what looks like pride in his eyes. Does he really think that much of me? We haven’t known each other long, but I suppose I feel the same about him.
“Heard that! Let’s get some food. I heard the boys were settin’ up a ring out back. You gettin’ in on those fights?” Brick asks Declan.
My eyes shoot to his. Does he fight too? He’s never told me that.
“Maybe. I haven’t decided yet.” Declan winks at me before pulling me with him in the opposite direction of Brick.
“There’s a lot of people here,” I say.
“Nervous?” Dec looks down and asks me. I shake my head. Nothing bothers me. Not in a long time. The only thing that seems to affect me anymore is Declan himself.
“You hungry? You want a beer?” he asks.
I love the way he looks at me. I nod once, and he leans down to kiss my cheek. “Stay right here.” The little growl didn’t go unnoticed.
I grin as I watch him make his way around everyone. The way they stop him to talk. The way his whole presence just demands attention. He carries a huge amount of authority around with him, and it’s amazing to see the respect that he’s given.
“Who are you here with?”
I turn my head when I see a little blonde wearing barely anything. I look her up and down before I answer her. “Declan.”
“Seriously?” she asks, seeming to be interested. I don’t know much about these club girls, but I have a feeling I’m about to find out real quick.
“Yeah, seriously. Why is that so hard to believe?” I snap. She smiles, and I swear I want to shove my fist down her throat.
“Declan doesn’t bring anyone to these things.” She flips her hair over her shoulder but doesn’t stop smiling.
“Well, he did this time.”
Her eyes come to meet mine and a hint of anger filters into view. I love it. That’s my kind of thing.
