Animal's Reformation: Insurgents Motorcycle Club Romance (Insurgents MC Romance Book 13)

by Chiah Wilder

  “Fuck, woman, you’re so wet,” he said in a low voice as he slid his hands under her and cupped her ass cheeks. His shoulders kept her opened wide as he lifted her. Olivia raised her head and flattened her hands on the mattress and captured his piercing gaze. Holding her breath, she watched as he slowly licked the length of her, his lips soon glistening from her arousal.

  Her body jolted from the sheer pleasure of it, and her synapses sparked and sizzled as he shoved his tongue into her slippery slit. Over and over, he licked, nipped, and feasted on her until she didn’t think she could take it anymore. As Animal shoved his fingers in and out of her, he steadily licked her hardened nub while his penetrating gaze watched her. Never in her life had she been so aroused, and never had a man taken this much time with her before plunging into her. Everything around her blurred; the only thing Olivia was aware of was the tangy scent of her arousal and the sound of his warm, soft tongue swishing in and out of her, coaxing her to orgasm. And then the tight coil deep inside her unfurled with such ferocity that it rocked her entire body as her climax tore through her. Thrashing on the bed, she came hard, raw, and completely.

  “Oh shit … that was just incredible,” she panted.

  Animal leaned over and kissed her passionately; his lips were wet from her juices and she tasted her salty-sweet self on him. “There’s more to come, baby.” He pinched her nipples then bent over and picked up his pants.

  As Olivia watched him slip on a condom, all kinds of shivers danced over her skin. In the past, she’d been lucky to have one true orgasm, but possibly two … unheard of.

  “How do you like it, baby?”

  “All kinds of ways,” she said, her hands cupping her breasts.

  Animal grunted and bent down and pulled her nipples into his mouth again, alternating between sucking them hard then gently.

  “So, it’s my choice?” he asked, straightening out.

  “Yeah.”

  A devilish smile twitched on his lips, and Animal leaned back and stared at her wide-spread legs. “Get on your knees,” he ordered.

  Olivia flipped over and knelt down, spreading her thighs and resting on her forearms.

  “Perfect,” he muttered as he caressed her rounded ass cheeks. “You’ve got the most amazing ass,” he said.

  Before she could answer, a sharp sting cracked against her butt and she cried out.

  “Too hard?” Animal peppered the sting with soft kisses then tenderly stroked the area before another crack sounded but not as hard as the previous one.

  “You like that?” he said against her skin.

  Her moan was her only answer.

  Animal placed his finger against her small puckered opening and ran his other hand down her ass to her slick pussy. Slipping between her folds, he played with her clit while she whimpered and writhed against the mattress.

  “Feels so damn good,” her muffled voice said.

  He kept up the rhythm for a long while: smacking her ass, kissing and licking away the sting, stroking her sweet spot. Then, with his knee, he spread her wide, pushing her head down more so her ass was sticking high in the air. He cupped her wet pussy and smeared her juices over her ass.

  “Your tattoo is real sexy and such a turn-on.”

  She felt his tongue tracing the flowering vine from the middle of her shoulder blades all the way down her spine.

  “You’ve got some sexy tats yourself,” she replied.

  His breath blowing over the wet trail he’d just made pebbled her skin and a tremor vibrated along her body.

  Olivia felt him rub the tip of his dick all over her wetness before gliding it deep inside her. A contented moan escaped through her parted lips, and Animal moved his hands up and down her back, throwing in painfully sweet kisses.

  “You feel so fucking good, baby. Tight and warm and just fucking perfect.”

  One hand holding her shoulder, Animal pulled all the way out then pummeled into her while the other hand pressed on the small of her back, pinning her in place so she was completely at his mercy. And she fucking loved it. With each thrust, her body jerked back and forth until they were going at it at such a frenzied pace that Olivia thought for sure the bed would break. Grunts, moans, and skin slapping on skin were the only sounds in the room. When he reached under her and tugged at her swaying breasts, sparks went off behind her eyelids and she exploded with a yell. One last, hard thrust and feral sounds came from Animal as he stiffened and dug his fingers in her ass.

  Still buried inside her, he collapsed on top of her, and for several minutes, they lay panting until he pulled out and climbed off the bed. Olivia rolled onto her side and watched him dispose of the condom before coming back to her. He drew her close to him.

  “Fuck, babe. Just … fuck,” he murmured, running his fingers through her disheveled hair.

  Olivia was so overcome with emotion she almost cried, but she didn’t think Animal went in for crying women.

  “You are amazing,” she said, pressing her lips against his chest.

  “You are too,” he replied, squeezing her shoulder.

  Olivia watched the moonlight spill into the room while listening to the soft sounds of Animal’s breathing. Warmth radiated through her chest as she snuggled closer to him. I can’t believe how wonderful it was with him. The familiar tugs at her heart surfaced and she pursed her lips. Now don’t go and make what happened into a bigger deal than it is. Olivia had to watch herself because if she didn’t, she could easily fall head over heels in love with him. You can’t lose your head. Remember, he’s a biker and you’re definitely not the only woman in his life. But Animal had made her soar to heights she’d never been to, and it had been glorious. I don’t need to think about any of that now.

  All she wanted to do was bask in the afterglow before she drifted off to sleep.

  * * *

  MORNING SUNLIGHT POURED in through the kitchen window, making bright rectangles on the gleaming wood floor. Olivia stood at the counter, squeezing oranges in the new electric juicer she’d bought on sale the week before. A breeze stirred the curtains of the window and rustled the leaves in the budding trees in her backyard. She loved the gingham and colorful floral pattern on her newest purchase: curtains for the window above the sink. The country chic pattern was perfect for her white farmhouse kitchen, and it hadn’t cost her an arm and a leg.

  Olivia added water to a clear vase that held the bright yellow daffodils she’d bought earlier that morning at the flower market before she rushed to the grocery store to pick up staples for breakfast. Earlier that morning, when she’d woken up cocooned against Animal with the heat of his skin seeping through hers, happiness engulfed her, and the usual morning-after regrets were absent—a first for her.

  Animal had stirred and pressed his hips against her and a wave of arousal flooded through her as she reached back and felt that he was hard. She ran her hand up and down his dick and gave it a little squeeze, and he grunted and placed his hand on her breast and began flicking her nipple to a stiff peak. She’d moaned and he’d whispered her name and pushed a little closer. Olivia had wiggled her hips and shifted so that his dick was pushed directly at the crack of her ass then she raised her leg and bent it at the knee. Animal nuzzled her neck, covering it and her shoulder with wet kisses while playing with her breasts. She wiggled some more, then he mumbled for her to grab a condom on the nightstand and hand it to him. After sheathing his dick, he’d draped his arm over her chest and yanked her closer and thrust inside. He’d pushed in and out, his thumb stroking her special spot until she shattered into a million pieces, crying out his name. He soon followed suit, and they both lay panting heavily as the early morning sun filtered slivers of lights through the thin sheets over the windows.

  Olivia clenched her legs together and fed the juicer another orange. Animal was so different from any man she’d ever known, and he made her feel things that were new to her. Deep, dark, and exciting things. And damn did the guy know how to please her in ways no man ever had
. No more faking an orgasm like she’d done with Kory just so he’d stop pounding into her and finish up his damn business already. Animal brought the sexy Olivia out. She’d always known that part of her existed, but none of the men in her past life had a fucking clue.

  The timer on the oven beeped, and Olivia grabbed a set of oven mitts and opened the door. The ham and cheese quiche bubbled as she pulled it out and set it on one of the burners to rest. Then, she threw a handful of blueberries, strawberries, and raspberries into a hand-painted fruit bowl she’d picked up on one of her visits to Tijuana a few years back. She and her friends used to go over the border to party at some of the bars and clubs on Avenida Revolución. Fun times. I really miss Karla, Colleen, and Maria. She sighed and sprinkled some sugar on the berries and mixed them with a wooden spoon.

  “Morning, babe,” Animal said in a low voice as he wrapped his arms around her waist and held her.

  “Morning,” she whispered, leaning back into him and lifting her chin as his lips nuzzled the curve of her neck, sending shivers skipping through her whole body. She inhaled her citrus body wash and shampoo and smiled. “You smell good.”

  He chuckled. “I smell like a fuckin’ woman, but next time I’ll bring my own stuff.”

  A thread of joy curled around her spine. Next time. Oh, Animal. “That would be good.”

  “What’re you making? It smells awesome.” He reached around her and plucked out a blueberry and popped it in his mouth.

  “Is it sweet enough?”

  “It’s good—not as sweet as you taste, but then I’ve never tasted anything like you before. Try one.” He picked out another berry and she took it between her lips. “Good, right?” Animal turned her around and slowly licked the granules of sugar off her lips before pressing his mouth to hers in a deep kiss.

  She broke the connection and rested her forehead on his chest. “If I don’t get over to the oven, we’re going to have burnt croissants for breakfast.” She tilted her head to look at him.

  Animal kissed the tip of her nose. “We wouldn’t want that.” His smile widened into a grin that was both boyish and seductive.

  Olivia turned away. “I hope you’re hungry.”

  “I am, but I’ll eat breakfast first.” He swatted her butt playfully, and when she looked at him over her shoulder, a pink flush colored her cheeks. He winked, and her insides melted on the spot.

  “I have fresh squeezed orange juice on the counter and coffee in the pot. Help yourself,” she said, taking out the sheet pan.

  Olivia put the quiche, croissants, fruit salad, pitcher of juice and coffee on the table and sat down. Animal glanced down at his phone when it pinged, a crease forming across his forehead.

  “Is everything okay?” she asked, placing a generous portion of food on his plate.

  “Yeah.” He picked up his fork and took a bite. “This is really good, babe.”

  “Thanks. What time do you have to pick up Lucy?”

  “In a couple of hours. Addie took her and her daughter Hope to the mall.”

  “Lucy told me she loves going to the mall. She showed me what her aunt bought her the last time they went together. It’s the cute panda purse and matching sweater.”

  “She told you that? I figured she liked going out with my sister, but she’s never told me that. I’m glad Jada loves to shop ’cause I wouldn’t know what the hell to do at the mall with Lucy.”

  Olivia smiled and tossed her hair over her shoulders. “If Jada can’t make it sometime, I’d be happy to take Lucy to the mall. I love to shop, so it would be a pleasure.”

  A funny look crossed his face and Olivia froze, wishing she could take back the words. Why the hell did I say that? It’s like I’m trying to throw myself into his family. Great move. Not.

  Animal nodded then picked up the glass of orange juice and took a drink. For a long while, they ate in silence but for the clatter and scrape of silverware against yellow stoneware plates. Olivia concentrated on the sounds filtering through the open window: a train passing by in the distance, children laughing, birds singing, dogs barking. She glanced over at Animal, who had his head down as he scrolled through his phone.

  She cleared her throat, set her knife and fork down on her plate, and asked him what model his motorcycle was; being around bikers her whole life, she knew none of them could resist talking about their babies.

  Animal’s head popped up and a grin spread across his face before he launched into a discussion of best and worst models and years for Harley-Davidson motorcycles. The ice had been broken, and Olivia let out a sigh of relief as she listened intently to him.

  After their meal was long over, she stood up from her chair and gathered the empty plates from the table and walked over to the sink.

  “Let me help you,” he said, carrying the rest of the dishes to the counter.

  “Thanks, but I can handle the cleanup on my own.” She rinsed the plates and giggled. “The dishwasher is going to do all the work.”

  Animal dipped his head down and kissed her softly. “Thanks for the food.” His hand slipped down to her butt and he squeezed it gently. “When you’re finished we can have some fun before I have to pick up Lucy.”

  Her body hummed with arousal caused by the heat radiating from him. She wiped her hands with a dish towel then pivoted toward him, entwined her arms around his neck, and kissed him hard. “I’d love that,” she murmured against his lips before pulling away.

  “Are you sure you don’t want me help you stack the dishwasher?”

  “I’m sure. Just go into the living room and make yourself comfortable. I’ll be done in bit.”

  “Do you have a computer I can use? I wanted to look something up and I hate searching shit on my phone.”

  Olivia giggled. “I know what you mean. I prefer a larger screen and my phone is so painfully slow sometimes that it drives me crazy. You can use the laptop on the desk in the corner of the room.”

  “Thanks, babe.” Another playful swat to her ass then Animal walked out of the room.

  A huge grin crossed her face as a warm and cozy feeling spread through her. If Kory or any of the other guys she’d dated had smacked her butt, she’d been infuriated and insulted, but with Animal it was different. It wasn’t like he was trying to demean her or show her he was the superior one in their dynamic. Unlike Kory, Animal didn’t judge her or try and belittle her; he was just so different from all the others, that part of her kept thinking there had to be a catch.

  “What the fuck?” Animal yelled.

  Olivia closed the door to the dishwasher, dried her hands, and hurried into the next room.

  “What’s wrong?” she asked. The anger plastered all over his face stopped her in her tracks. His look went through her with an icy blow, and she stood there wringing her hands.

  “Why the fuck do you have a profile on this bullshit site—Discreet Passion?” he asked his eyes narrowed and flashing.

  Relief washed over her and she laughed softly. “That’s research for my psych paper, and why’re you snooping on my computer?”

  His lips turned downward. “I’m not snooping. This shit came up when I clicked on.”

  Olivia tilted her head back slightly. “That’s right—I forgot to close the window when I logged off yesterday.” She smiled and walked over to him and placed her hands on his shoulders, kneading them. “Sorry for accusing you of being a snoop.”

  Animal reached up and grasped her hands bringing them both to his mouth and kissing them. “So, this is for school? You’re not looking for a dude online?”

  “Hell no. I’m not into that, and anyway, I had a moratorium on dating after a ridiculous breakup a while back.” She bent down and kissed his cheek. “You’re the one who broke my no-dating streak.”

  “What can I say? I’m fucking irresistible.” He chuckled when she smacked him lightly on the arm.

  Actually he is, but he’s confident enough without me telling him that.

  “So what made you pick this site?
” he asked, scrolling through her profile.

  “My friend recommended it. She’s on it for real. You act like you know it, so I should be asking what the hell are you doing on the site?”

  Animal jerked his head back and pulled her around so that she fell into his lap. “Why the fuck would I need to be on an online dating site? I find plenty of women without some damn dating app.”

  “I’m sure you do.” Her stomach clenched tight. It shouldn’t be a surprise that he was a womanizer and had plenty of women who’d drop their panties for him in a second.

  He pressed her closer to him. “But no one’s been like you, baby.”

  Olivia wanted to ask him if he was talking about sex or other things about her. Being the best in sex wasn’t exactly what she was looking for; she wanted him to see beyond her breasts and butt, to see the person she was. No man ever has taken the time to get to know me. They only see my big boobs and never get beyond that.

  “Your pretty face is way too serious, baby. What’re you thinking?”

  It was way too soon for them to have the conversation about them, so she shook her head and poked her finger into his chest. “You never answered why you know about Discreet Passion.”

  His face darkened for a split second then went back to normal, and Olivia thought she’d imagined it.

  “I know someone who’s on the site for real.” His eyes flicked back to the screen.

  Before she could probe any further, the small bell chimed telling her a Real Time message had just come in. Hunter, of course. He was the only one who “talked” exclusively to her through messenger.

  “Who the fuck is that?” Animal stiffened.

  “This guy who’s been my—or should I say Rose’s—number one fan. He’s the main subject I’m using for my paper.”

  “Open it up,” Animal ordered.

  “I’m not in the mood to ‘talk’ to him, but I am in the mood for you.” She dipped her head down and kissed him and he responded, but she could tell that his mind was still on Hunter’s message. “Okay,” she said, pulling away from him. “I’ll see what he wrote, but I don’t want to spend more than a few minutes with this.”