Petros (Royal Bastards MC)

by Esther E. Schmidt

  “You sure you don’t want to share that one? She looks like a challenge; I might want to have her for myself instead of…”

  “She’s my property,” I tell him one final time in an icy tone.

  Enough to make him flinch and hold both hands up. “Fair enough, just makin’ sure. And I have to say, I kinda regret killing the mom now that I’ve seen the daughter. I should have gone after…”

  “Fuck off, we’re done here. I’ll text you the name of the hotel the fucker is staying at in the morning. Be ready,” I snap and shove a finger into the air. “Fire ‘em up, we’re out of here.”

  My men jump on their bikes as do I while Helix gets into the SUV and follows behind us, leaving Boone and his guys in the dust. By this time tomorrow the fucker will be dealt with. In the meantime, Helix and I decide to crash at a hotel for the night. Once we’re there, Helix takes care of the rooms.

  “I like her, Prez,” Helix sighs out of the fucking blue as he hands me a room key.

  “Come again?” I question, not having any idea where this discussion is coming from or leading to.

  My VP shrugs. “She doesn’t irritate me and with me being in a cage with her for hours on end says enough. Other than that, she seems loyal, funny, and fucking smart noticing the car tailing us, and suggesting the plan. I also don’t need to mention how she freely gave up her father and every piece of information along with it. Everything about her screams honest and open character. All I’m sayin’ is…I like her. You might wanna ease up on being an asshole.”

  What the fuck? “You getting a chubby there?” I snap.

  My VP gives me a hard glare. “No, asshole. And she couldn’t rise one out of me ‘cause I don’t like her in any other way but as a friend. She’s growing on me. You weren’t kidding about the ‘talk my ears off’ part, and for the record? Keep your knives away from her.”

  Now my ears are peaked. “Enlighten me about the knives. She wanted to touch them when I double checked them before we left. And what the hell, man…you spent a few hours in a car with the woman and suddenly you grew tits and are besties or some shit?”

  Helix rubs a hand over his face and mutters, “Oh, for fuck’s sake. You know what? Whatever, man. But that woman is one in a million. She’s nothing like stray pussy you fuck and run from. And I can tell you this…I can see she’s getting under your skin but the funny thing is…you’re under hers too. Now I’m going to crash for a few hours before I have to get up and check shit. I’ll wake you up if something’s up or when we’re ready to roll.”

  “Hey,” I snap as he stalks away. “Appreciate it, VP. All of what you just told me.”

  I get a lift of his chin as he heads for the car and opens the door for Kinsey. She gives him a genuine smile and some words, grabs her bag, and strolls toward me.

  “Come on,” I mutter, and for the first time I place my hand on her lower back to guide her to our room.

  Shoving her between the shoulder blades, grabbing her upper arm, carrying her unconscious, point in a direction, any of those I’ve used before. But something shifted. Maybe it was the doubt I had about her, and the shit she rises inside me, or even the words Helix just gave me. It doesn’t matter, for now she’s shown respect and in return she’s earned some of mine.

  “You wanna take a bath first to relax some after sitting in the car for hours?” I question as I stalk to the minibar to grab whatever booze is in there.

  She only shrugs and heads for the bathroom, but turns suddenly and tells me in a very small voice, “Thank you for standing up for me. I couldn’t help but hear everything Boone said. I’m sorry. Helix left the side of his window open; I know it wasn’t meant for my ears, but I just wanted to let you know I appreciate what you did.”

  I’m stunned into silence and even if I could manage to find words, they would have been spoken to her back or the door, because she slips into the bathroom right after. Fuck. This woman. I swear she keeps surprising me at every damn turn.

  I take off my boots, cut, and shirt and swallow back two whiskeys. I expect Kinsey to take her time in the bathroom, but she surprises me again. Clearly, she didn’t take a bath but a quick shower instead because she comes out with a towel wrapped around her body and another one rubbing her hair, as she says, “Bathroom is all yours if you want to take a shower or a bath.”

  Again, words fail me and instead I stalk into the bathroom to take a quick shower myself. I needed the exit strategy knowing she was naked underneath the towel. Her legs flushed from the quick, hot shower she took. Shit. I wrap my fingers around my stiff cock and give it a good squeeze. Damn this woman. I quickly finish up because I for sure as shit don’t want to jerk off like a teenager in the damn shower.

  She’s in bed reading on her phone as I stalk back into the room. As if we’ve always slept in the same bed together—the most natural thing in the world—and have been doing this for years on end. Again, I’ve never had this. Believe me, some women have tried to slip into some kind of relationship with me but nothing other than a good fuck would be all I have to give.

  I slide naked in between the sheets. I don’t expect to slide my cock inside her; it’s for the sole fact of a routine of always sleeping naked. She doesn’t move other than bouncing a little due to me making the bed dip. Since she’s reading on her phone and I need to get some shut eye, I hit the lights and plunge the room into darkness.

  It should be easy enough to close my eyes and let sleep claim me but it doesn’t come. The heat from beside me and knowing she’s in bed with me is very fucking distracting. I don’t know if I’d like to have her naked curves draped over my body or my cock buried between her thighs, but every single inch of my brain is screaming at me in a rough demand to do something.

  Finally, I decide to give in and a rough, frustrated demand slips out of my mouth, “Come here.”

  My eyes are adjusted to the light so I catch every move she makes as she clicks off her phone and turns to face me. “I know it’s dark and all, but really…I am here already.” The hint of laughter and mischief in her voice is making my cock twitch.

  “Don’t start with that smart mouth or I’ll shove something in there to silence you,” I mutter, reach out and drag her closer.

  I swear she mumbles something close to, “And that’s supposed to be a punishment, how?”

  “What was that?”

  “Nothing,” she quips. “I’m tired and I don’t get the whole need for you to cuddle. I thought you despise all the fluffy, pussy bikers with feelings stuff. Yet here you are with the whole ‘come here’ and pulling me close.”

  “You’re not tired, you were reading a breath a go and I don’t feel you pushing me the fuck away. And you’re right, I’ve never done the whole cuddle shit and never will. Better yet, I’ve never been too drunk or have passed out before kicking a cunt out of my damn bed before I sleep, so consider yourself lucky. And just so you know…having your naked curves plastered skin to skin to me isn’t fucking cuddling.”

  “Just so you know,” she says in a tone laced with annoyance. “When I go cock hopping, I like to keep one inside me when I drift off to sleep. The last one had me dripping cum when I had to get up and pee, but he followed me into the bathroom and pumped my pussy right there underneath the shower when I was all clean so I guess he made me dirty all over again.”

  I flash up, hit the lights and filled with fury I growl, “What the actual fuck, woman?”

  She has the nerve to fucking shrug. “I figured I’d have a go at the way you bikers keep blabbering about taking cunts and spilling how you try to make me feel special while being naked with me in this bed but shove words in my ears how you fucked cunt after cunt. Needless to say I hate the C-word, it’s degrading. And I get you have a history…hell, I do too. But it doesn’t mean you have to drag nasty remarks and old sexcapades into every darn discussion, even if you’re trying to make a point. Now, would you mind hitting the lights? Clearly our little special moment is gone and I’d like to get more
sleep before my life gets more insane tomorrow, thank you very much.”

  Chapter Eight

  ***Kinsey***

  Petros slowly sinks down on the mattress and turns off the lights. While my eyes adjust to the darkness, I can’t help but grin at the reminder of his whole face contorting with anger. Asshole. I’m so tired of hearing him talk like that.

  I know he’s not a saint and I have no need to judge him or even have any say in how he needs to act but seriously…I don’t have to put up with it when I’m in this bed with him, trying to get some sleep.

  “Point taken,” the frustrating man grumbles and releases a deep sigh as if this admittance ripped out a rib or something.

  I will myself to sleep and ignore the way my body reacts to his and the way he feels against me along with it. Very hard. His body is all hard muscles, and I’m trying not to think about how good he feels. He’s an asshole, one only here to keep me safe while he fixes things. It’s a moment in time where I have to keep my eyes on the future.

  His fingers slide through my still damp hair and I can feel his face leaning closer as he breathes me in. “You smell so fucking good.”

  Ignoring him is still my goal so I can get some sleep and I try to focus on evening my breathing but it’s very difficult since he keeps sliding his fingers up and down my back, through my hair, nuzzling his face into… “Could you stop and try to sleep? It’s all very distracting.”

  “I can’t,” he simply says. “You feel and smell so fucking good.”

  I start to pull away. “Easy enough to solve. Let me go so I can get some space in between us.”

  Suddenly I’m pinned to the mattress with his full weight pressing down as he hovers above me. “Not. Going. To. Happen.”

  “You’re very annoying. Even more when you punctuate each word. Anyone ever tell you that you seem to do it a lot?” All my comment earns me is a light chuckle rumbling through his chest.

  I try to shift underneath him but it’s no use, he’s too heavy and if I keep wiggling I’m sure his hard dick caged between us will slide right inside me. Shit. I whimper from the way he hits my clit when his hips rotate.

  He places his forehead against mine. “When I slipped into the bed, I was dead set on not getting my cock wet. I only wanted to feel you close and get some shut eye…give you some respect and show to myself there’s more than having a woman warm my bed than easy access to her,” he swallows his next words and instead croaks out, “pussy.”

  Pussy. He said pussy instead of cunt.

  “I wouldn’t mind if you gained access to my pussy.” I shrug and bite my lip, hoping he will take action since said pussy is feeling needy after he played with it but didn’t let me orgasm; sexually frustrated is an understatement at this point with his hardness pressing on my clit.

  “Woman,” he growls. “I’m trying to be nice here. Trying to make you understand you’re not just a…fuck.”

  “Not just a fuck,” I snicker and rotate my hips. “If I remember correctly you did mention something about not being like those bikers in the books I read. Point taken, could we get to mind-blowing pleasure so we drain ourselves enough to snuggle and get some sleep?”

  “Snuggling ain’t happening.” His husky voice is distracting but when he slides inside me with ease, I can only dig my nails into his biceps to hold on while I curl my back and gasp in pleasure. “So good,” he breathes, grips my hips, and starts to pound.

  Oh, gosh. My whole body spikes with pleasure with each stroke. The rough sounds of his heavy breathing while his grunts accents his movements. The slaps of flesh on flesh. The added pressure he makes sure I feel on my clit.

  My whole body was already worked up, but his gaze filled with so much emotion as if he’s bursting through to make me bare my soul is what makes me light up and embrace the orgasm ripping through my veins.

  I scream his name over and over while clawing at his back to keep him close. Petros growls, his arm slips around my leg to hoist it up, allowing him to slide deeper and change the angle. My pussy is still clamping down—aftereffects from the pleasure he gave me—but it’s already building again.

  His mouth covers my nipple, teeth grazing, sucking, switching to the other breast to repeat the action. I feel overwhelmed by pleasure even if the experience is almost frantic and carnal. His eyes lock on mine and there’s a shift in emotion. His hips falter and instead of picking up the pounding he starts to lazily slide in and out.

  His fingers soft as a feather slide over my skin as he pushes my leg onto his shoulder. Leaning in close he whispers again, “So. Good.”

  I reach out and cup the side of his face. He closes his eyes and leans into my touch. The sight is emotional, loving, a connection as thin as air and easy to break but oh so damn beautiful. My breath catches and his eyes flash open. His hips slam harder against me, a grunt rips from his mouth to accentuate the pounding he’s restarting.

  I feel pleasure burning. A fire swirling in my belly as his dick thickens inside me until it erupts in hot jets causing me to fall into a sea of pleasure. I don’t have a working brain cell left to call his name and instead all that tumbles from my lips are whimpers and moans while my pussy keeps rippling. He’s right; it’s so good. So. Damn. Good.

  I feel my head being cupped and with great effort, I flutter my eyes open. The emotion in his eyes is back. My legs are resting over his thighs while his dick is softening inside me. Slowly, oh so slowly, he closes the distance and presses his lips against mine. Soft. Filled with emotion and firing up a craving to make it last a lifetime.

  Eventually he groans, pulls back, and connects our foreheads. “You want to clean up or stay sticky and dirty?”

  “Sticky and dirty has a nice ring to it.” I give him a shy smile because I don’t want to break the moment. I do want a shower but I’m afraid he’ll pull back and be the asshole this man clearly always has hovering at the surface.

  “Sticky and dirty it is,” he mutters and moves us so I’m now draped over his body. “Yeah, feels good. Fuck. You feel good.”

  “So good,” I reply in a sleepy tone and fall asleep listening to a soft chuckle rumbling through his chest underneath me.

  Next thing I know there’s a finger sliding over my cheek. I try to push it away and murmur, “Let me sleep, dammit.”

  “No can do, darlin’,” Petros’ voice wakes me up some more when I feel his lips press a kiss against my temple. “We have about fifteen minutes before Helix is here with some fresh coffee. Another five minutes and we’ll be burning rubber, heading for your father’s hotel.”

  “If there’s going to be a next time with you waking me up, you’d do good to think of a better way,” I grumble and lift myself off the bed and head for the bathroom.

  “With an ass like yours taunting me with each step…you bet that ass there will be a next time,” he growls, and it makes my pussy clench in excitement.

  I won’t make any illusions, though. How special last night might have felt, I’m very much aware of the whole situation we’re in. Reality fiction and all. Even if the longing and desire is there for me, I can’t set myself up for heartbreak.

  Petros mentioned we only had fifteen minutes before Helix will show up with coffee and maybe he’ll be early, so I quickly dash in and out of the shower and multitask by drying off while walking back into the room to get my clothes.

  My bag is near the bed, but from the corner of my eye I see Petros rolling out his set of throwing knives again. My hands itch to touch them and feel the weight of the metal in my hands. I’m weird, I know. I just have a healthy fascination with knives.

  The first time Cassie and I went to the place where she won the gift certificate, we didn’t know what to expect or if it was even fun at all. We tried it and found out the two of us loved it. Well, we didn’t consider it a fun game since the both of us became very competitive.

  A soft chuckle flows through the air and when I turn my head, I see Petros smirking with his arms crossed in front of his
chest. I remember how he snapped when I asked about the knives the last time. This makes me divert my attention and grab a clean set of panties from my bag.

  “Come here.” His voice doesn’t leave much room for objection and it reminds me of the way he grunted the same thing last night.

  “T minus ten minutes before Helix comes, we don’t have time to have sex, stud,” I snicker.

  “Helix told me to keep my knives away from you.” The corner of his mouth twitches.

  “Oh, please do,” I reply in a dry tone. His whole appearance makes me roll my eyes. “But I also have to tell you…Helix suggested I should challenge you to a knife throwing match.”

  “Challenge me?” The tip of his tongue slides over his bottom lip. “Hands on the bed.”

  Hands on the… “What?” I squeak.

  “Hands on the bed, ass in the air. It’s the only way I’m going to let you touch my knives.”

  I’m absolutely confused but at the same time intrigued, and this is the reason my hands are pressing into the mattress, while I’m jutting my ass out the next instant. His groan of approval slides over my skin and makes goose bumps rise in its wake.

  I’m pretty sure I won’t have sex ever again after he walks out of my life because there is no man this enchanting, this addicting, this exciting, and this overwhelming. Even if he’s an asshole, he’s an asshole who balances out the good and makes me feel things I never thought I’d experience in all my life.

  He leans over me and I can feel how hard he is between us as the fabric of his jeans rubs against my ass. His fingers slide over one of his knives, taking it out of its sheath. I swallow hard and decide to close my eyes to heighten my senses. His hot breath is flowing over my back as he places soft kisses on my skin.

  The sharp tip of the knife trails behind it like a feather traveling down. His voice is gravel and harsh when he snaps, “Don’t. Move.”

  The knife is pressed flat on my ass, the cold steel making me shiver. He repeats, “Remember…Do. Not. Move.”