by Lilly Atlas
“Like fucking silk,” he said against her ear. “And if I want to fuck you over and over? Fill you with so much cum, it leaks out of you all night long?”
Breathless, Shell said, “Maybe you need to grab a dictionary and look up the definition of anything. Stop asking me and just take it.”
“Careful what you wish for,” he whispered before capturing her earlobe between his teeth. He tugged then moved onto her neck, sucking at the taut skin until she squirmed in his hold. He made love to her neck with his mouth until her hands landed on his waist, curling her short nails into his skin. The prick of pain only spurred him on more as the pressure of his suction increased.
Shell moaned. Body on fire, her breasts felt heavy and full, nipples longing for Copper’s attention. Between her spread legs, her pussy ached to be filled by him. But his attention stayed at her neck and jaw, too far above the collarbone for her needs.
“Copper,” she pleaded, aware and unashamed of the whine.
He chuckled, then one large hand drifted down her spine, leaving a trail of tingling goosebumps in its wake. Continuing lower, he dipped his fingers between the globes of her ass to the place only he’d explored.
“Anything?” he asked.
“Copper,” she said trying to convey with her eyes that four-letter word she refused to admit because it would only end in heartbreak, “I am here, in this room, to give you anything you need from me. Let me be what you need. Let me be your woman.”
At least until her truth came out, and he couldn’t bear to look her in the eye any longer. The pain of that would be beyond excruciating, but at least she’d have these moments of perfection to look back on. Hopefully, they’d carry her through the dark and lonely days to come.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
LET ME BE your woman.
Those words, that plea reached deep inside Copper and stroked his soul, dousing enough of the day’s anger for him to take a mental step back and appreciate what he had spread out before him.
One hand gripped her sleek thigh while the other hovered millimeters from her untried asshole. Legs spread impossibly wide to accommodate his bulk, Shell stared at him without a single wall around her delicate heart. Those gorgeous blue eyes reflected every thought, every emotion she was experiencing. Trust, desire, and maybe even love shone back at him.
Love? Was he headed there? He’d never so much as given it a thought. Love wasn’t something he’d witnessed, let alone experienced much in his life. Only in recent times, since the men in his club started dropping like flies, had he even contemplated the idea. And he wasn’t yet sure it was a comfortable fit.
They weren’t there yet. Weren’t ready to speak those words. Shell might trust him with her body, but there were events in Shell’s past she still didn’t trust to voice. Namely the circumstance surrounding her pregnancy. Until she was able to release those secrets to him, he couldn’t call it love.
But it was damn close.
Let me be your woman.
And she could be, if he gave himself over to her. This tiny woman had the internal might of a hundred warriors. She was just what a man needed to balance the often-harsh role of motorcycle club president with the rest of life. When he laid his head on the pillow and whispered into the quiet night, Shell would be there to lend her strength and soothe him. She wouldn’t judge the acts he’d done and would continue to do to keep his club and men safe. And when he put a voice to his fears and doubts, she’d bolster him with her love.
“My queen,” he whispered.
“What?”
“I’ll let you be my queen.” Gently, he ran a fingertip through her saturated folds. “Anyone with one of these is a woman. Takes a helluva lot more to be a queen. You’ve always been exactly what I needed, baby. You’re my queen.”
Shell’s breath hitched, and she reached up, grabbing the bottom of his beard. One firm tug, and her mouth met his. Hungry, demanding, full of fire and passion.
He kissed her until they were both breathless; until the room spun and his need for oxygen almost outweighed his need for his woman…his queen.
Shell’s tits smashed into his chest as her arms wound around his neck, pulling him closer. The hardened tips of her nipples prodded his heated skin. Her soft belly cushioned his hard-as-hell cock. She didn’t seem to notice or care precum was leaking from the tip and dripping down her stomach. Hell, knowing Shell, maybe she did notice and fucking loved it. He wanted to be everywhere at once, her mouth, her tits, her pussy, even her ass, but at some point, he had to choose where to concentrate his efforts.
He slid one hand from her ass to her lower back, then brought the other one between her legs, coating his fingers in the slippery arousal. Shell moaned. When he took the pleasure and his hand away, she cried, “What? No!”.
“Shh. I’ll be back, baby. I won’t ever leave you wanting.” He winked. “We’re just doing this on my timetable.”
The little snarl of frustration that came from Shell had him laughing. She may be accommodating most of the time, but in the bedroom, she wasn’t willing to be denied.
He was tempted to lift his fingers to his mouth and grab another sample of her essence, but instead, he snuck them around to her ass once again as he continued to devour her mouth. Inching inward, he brushed one finger against the tight hole causing her to jolt and reflexively sink her teeth into his lower lip. The sharp bite had him groaning against her lips and slipping the tip of his finger inside her.
Shell’s head fell back. Mouth open, she breathed in short, rapid pants and her hands clutched his back as he worked the digit deeper inside her.
“More?” he asked. “Good?” Full sentences were impossible. Blood continued to rush away from his brain and toward his throbbing cock. The urge to ram inside her and pound away until they were both screaming ravaged him, but somehow, he found the strength to ignore it. He wanted her totally mindless with lust before he drove home.
She nodded, gasping as he pulled out then sank his finger deep into her ass. “Intense,” she whispered.
He thrust his finger in and out, picking up the pace. With his other hand, he strummed her clit. Shell whimpered and held him so tight he’d be bruised in the morning.
Fuckin’ A.
Her head rolled across her shoulders. That exposed curve of her neck beckoned him, and he zeroed in on her pulse point, sucking hard. He wouldn’t be the only one wearing evidence of their lovemaking in the days to follow.
After leaving a calling card, he kissed his way down her chest and over the plump mounds of her breasts. He rubbed his beard over her nipple and chuckled when she jolted. Saliva pooled in his mouth at the thought of having that puckered bud in his mouth, so he pulled it between his lips.
Why deny himself?
Layer upon layer, he built the erotic sensations until her body quivered in his hold. Finger buried in her ass, another torturing her little clit, and firm suction on her nipple. She writhed and made the sexiest sounds of need. Soon, in a matter of seconds, she’d be right where he wanted her…out of her mind with the need to be satisfied by him.
And only him.
“Copper.” Desperation tinged her voice.
Fuck yes.
“Tell me, baby?”
“I need you.”
“Know it, beautiful. Tell me more.”
A tiny groan of frustration erupted from her, and she wiggled her hips trying to get closer. He knew she needed his cock, but wouldn’t give it to her until she said the words. Until she begged for it.
“I need to be fucked. I need you inside me. Please, Copper, you know what I want.”
With his finger still in her ass but not moving, he gripped his cock and ran it across her soaked sex, pausing right at her opening. Her pussy sucked at the tip, making pleasure shoot through him. His eyes crossed as he gritted his teeth to keep from tunneling straight to heaven too early. He kissed her lips quickly. “Tell me what you’re feeling. Want to hear what I’m doing to you.”
Her eye
s were closed, lips were swollen and parted in a way that had him imaging them sliding up and down his cock. Next time. He’d never make it more than a second. “I—I’m empty. My pussy aches. It keeps clenching, but there’s nothing there. You’re not there. And I need you to be. When you’re inside me, I’m so full, and it feels unbelievable. Like there’s nothing in the world that can hurt me. Nothing that can ever end the pleasure. Then when you move, I—ahhh.”
Fuck it. He thrust forward with a powerful snap of his hips, driving as deep as her body would allow him. Shell came instantly, her pussy rippling around him in agonizing waves of ecstasy that nearly made him unload right then and there. Only the fierce desire to tip her over the edge one more time before he came kept him from blowing.
Shell was so wet, her juices had run down her thighs and onto his dresser, creating a slippery surface. Perfect for sliding her back and forth along his cock. He did just that, gripping her by the ass as he pounded into her each time he jerked her hard against his body. She held on for dear life, crying out with each plunge of his dick.
“Jesus, Copper,” she said as he showed no mercy. His finger was still buried in her, but he was too far gone to remember to work it as he fucked her. The pressure of it filling her seemed to be more than enough to compound her pleasure. Her ass squeezed his finger each time her pussy clamped down on him.
Their mouths met and he swore she was trying to inhale him with the intensity of her kiss. He had no idea how long it went on for, fucking into her over and over, reveling in every cry of passion and every demand for more. Could have been minutes, hours, hell a whole day could have gone by before Shell ripped her mouth away and yelled, “Fuck, Copper, I’m coming again.”
Her small body went rigid in his arms as her pussy nearly crushed his cock. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she chanted, banging her head against his chest. He never let up, pummeling her with his cock through her orgasm. When her shaking finally subsided, she shifted her head and captured his nipple between her teeth. A shock of electricity zinged straight to his cock. The most mind-altering orgasm he’d ever experienced blasted through him, catching him off guard with its intensity. His back arched and he shouted, shooting his firehose-strength release into Shell’s warm, willing body.
Just as he was coming down off the high, an aftershock moved through Shell. Her core squeezed his overly sensitive cock, making him jolt. With his hands still full of her ass, she jerked forward as he lurched back. And damn that slippery dresser. Shell slid straight off the bureau and crashed into Copper. Since he was already on a backward trajectory, he couldn’t catch his balance. As they careened toward the ground, Shell’s surprised shriek filled the air along with the sound of shattering glass. He’d had an empty rock’s glass on top of the dresser. Not anymore.
The wooden floor broke their fall, a thin rug doing nothing to cushion his tailbone. Shell landed on him with another shrill cry. Thankfully his dick slipped out of her or he might have been maimed. An ER trip due to broken dick wasn’t how he envisioned the rest of the evening playing out.
“Holy crap, are you okay?” Shell asked at the same time a “What the fuck?” sounded in the hallway.
Thankfully, the moment Copper heard someone yell in the hall, his brain kicked into gear. He reached for his bed, and yanked a blanket off, tossing it at Shell.
Chaos ensued, a million things happening at once. The blanket floated down over Shell’s head, ghost-style. A short pound on his door was immediately followed by the damn thing flying open revealing a panicked Maverick, Zach, and Rocket. “Fuck boss, you okay? We heard a crash and some fucking glass shattering,” Zach said before the door was fully wide.
“Copper!” Shell said in an exasperated tone as she started to sift her way out from under the blanket. “What the hell?”
“Don’t move that blanket. We’re not alone, babe,” he said which made her squeak under the blanket.
“Who’s here?”
Mav was the first to lose his shit. The asshat doubled over, laughing so hard it turned into a strangled choke. Zach and Rocket followed closely behind until all three dipshits were practically pissing themselves with hilarity.
“Fuck you all.” Copper said. “Can you get the fuck out of my room?”
“N-No,” Mav said between bouts of laughter. “No I don’t think we can do that. At least not before this.” He whipped his phone out of thin air and snapped a picture. “Priceless.”
“Oh man,” Zach said, wiping his eyes. “The fuck kinda kinky shit you two get up to?”
“Copper, what the hell is going on?”
He looked up at his woman, straddled over his naked body, a blanket fully covering her body, head included, and he couldn’t help but join his brothers in their amusement. “Nothing, babe, these assholes just think they’re funny.”
“Well get them out of here! And did I hear someone take a picture? Was that you Maverick? If you don’t delete it, I’ll tell Stephanie to stay away from your itty-bitty penis for a month!”
The men started laughing all over again at the waif of a woman sitting astride a huge naked man with a blanket over her head. All but Maverick. He snorted and said, “Please, like that woman could make it two days without my cock.”
“Maverick!” Shell screeched.
“Yeah?”
“Get the hell out of here!”
“All right, fuckers, show’s over,” Copper said. “Get the hell out of here. Send Thunder up in ten minutes to clean the fucking glass.”
The men filed out, still laughing. When the coast was clear, Copper tugged the blanket off Shell’s head. Hair a mess, cheeks flushed from the heat of being covered with a blanket and a bit of anger, and hands on her hips, she looked sexy as fuck. His mouth curled into a huge smile. He’d laughed more in the past five minutes than in the last year combined. Shell did that. She softened him in some ways, brought levity and joy into his life. On the surface, it seemed to be nothing but positive, but would it change him too much? Would she dull his sharp edges to the point he’d lose his advantage as a leader?
And what if she never let him fully into her heart, never shared her secrets? Would he survive the loss of her in this new role of lover?
“That was so not funny,” she said, but her lips quirked totally killing the serious effect. “Your brothers are idiots.”
“Can’t argue with you there.” He let his head fall back against the floor. “You good? I was a bit of a prick when you came in.”
Resting her palms on his chest, Shell smiled down at him. “I’m better than good. Think you made up for any grumpiness tenfold.”
He arched an eyebrow. “Did I?”
“Yep. And you can continue making it up to me right now.”
Damn, his woman was insatiable. “What’d you have in mind, gorgeous?” He crunched to a sitting position, gave each of her nipples a brief suck then kissed her upturned lips.
“Food,” she said with a mischievous smile as she hopped off him and searched for her jeans.
With a groan, Copper forced himself to stand. “Well played. Watch out for the glass.”
Two hours later they’d raided the kitchen and engaged in another round of sweaty play. Now, Shell sat with her back against Copper’s headboard happily munching on some pita chips. She’d loved those damn things for as long as he could remember, so he made sure to always have them stocked in the clubhouse kitchen. He reclined against his pillow one arm tucked behind his head, the other hand idly drawing circles on Shell’s smooth thigh. They’d been silent for the past ten minutes, but it was a contemplative and comfortable silence.
“Thanks, baby,” he said, ending the lull.
Chip midway to her mouth, Shell paused. “What for?”
“I needed you tonight. Didn’t even realize how much, but you did. So you came.” He winked. “In more ways than one.”
Her beautiful face flushed as she threw her half-eaten chip at him. When he caught it in his mouth mid-flight, she rolled her eyes but then
grew serious. “Copper, while I’m with you I will walk across hot coals to give you what you need.”
While I’m with you. What the fuck did that mean? Did she have an ending in sight? “You planning on going somewhere?”
“What? No, I mean, uh, maybe, I mean, we never know where life is going to take us. Maybe you’ll get sick of me and kick me to the curb. I just meant while we’re together.” She shoved a chip in her mouth and crunched effectively ending that conversation. He’d give it to her for now. She was skittish.
Fine.
With time she’d come to realize he wasn’t going fucking anywhere.
And when had he made that life decision? Despite the fact that Shell made him laugh, calmed his demons, and the sex was off the charts, she was still sixteen years his junior. For her sake, he should walk away.
Too bad he was so selfish.
Shell dropped the bag of chips over the side of the bed, brushed her hands together, then laid back, resting her head on his chest. Her soft weight lifted and fell as he breathed. Club business wasn’t generally shared with the ol’ ladies, but it wasn’t necessarily a hard and fast rule. In times of crisis, when the women needed to be alert and wary, they’d be given enough information to keep themselves safe, but generally speaking, club business was for club ears only.
“Someone’s stealing from the club,” he said in a quiet voice, breaking his own rule. But it didn’t feel wrong. Didn’t even feel risky. Right then, in that bed, in that moment, Shell was his woman. Seemed she was just naturally an extension of him. She was also the most loyal person he’d met. Nothing he confessed would leave the sacred vault of his bedroom. In fact, he was pretty damn sure Shell would die before betraying him or the club.
Perfect ol’ lady material.
She breathed out, then lifted her head and gave him her full attention. “You sure?”
“Yeah. Ten Gs so far. To add insult to injury, we’ve got an increase in meth sales in our county. Club’s worried Lefty may be running the drugs from whatever hole he’s been hiding in.”
“Shit, Copper, no wonder you’re stressed. What can I do for you?”
