by Brook Wilder
Slowly I eased her down on the narrow bed, covering her body with mine, but acutely aware of any sign she was about to freak out.
I was going above and beyond for this girl.
When my hand drifted down to her jeans, she didn’t protest, and my lips moved down her body to capture one of her stiff peaks in my mouth. Sabrina arched her back and I flicked open her jeans button, easing down her zipper until my hand snaked into her pants to finally find her wet slit.
“Oh God,” she breathed, causing me to lift my head.
“You okay?” I asked.
“I think so,” she whispered back, heat in her gaze.
I flicked her swollen clit with my finger. “Does this feel good, Sabrina?”
This time she bit her lip, nodding, and I grinned. “Good, it’s supposed to.”
“Please, don’t stop then.”
So, I didn’t. I started the slow circle around her clit, wanting desperately to taste her but holding off for now. This wasn’t going to be the only time between us. I was damn sure of it.
When her orgasm hit, her entire body shook, the moaning sound in the back of her throat nearly driving me insane.
I made quick work of her jeans, barely noticing her sensible black panties before she was bared before me, glistening in the low light.
This was going to be quick.
My blood racing, I dug into the drawer near the bed, finding the box of condoms I kept there. Sabrina watched me with heavy lidded eyes as I slid one on and moved between her legs. “This might be uncomfortable,” I growled as I pressed against her wet entrance.
She placed a finger on my lips, silencing me. “Just do it, Harrison, and let me be the judge.”
I kissed her finger before pushing into her, her eyes widening in response. There was no pain, no grimace, just wonder, and I felt humbled for the first time in my life to be in this moment.
With her.
Chapter 13
Sabrina
I didn’t know what I was doing.
I saw the restraint on Harrison’s face as he pushed into me, torn between backing him off and wrapping my legs around his waist and guiding him home.
I didn’t know who this person was inside me, but she wanted a lot more.
“Are you alright?” His voice was laced with concern.
“I’m fine,” I forced out, encouraging him to continue. It was a strange feeling, one I wasn’t quite sure how to describe.
One thing was for sure, I wasn’t a virgin anymore.
Finally, he slid all the way into me, and I gasped at the intrusion, a flood of intense feelings overcoming me.
It felt wonderful.
Harrison leaned down and brushed his lips over mine, a light kiss for such a dark, brooding guy. “Okay?”
“Okay,” I whispered back, winding my arm around his neck and pulling him in to deepen the kiss. He obliged, moving in and out at a slow pace that inspired pressure to build within me. I knew it was an impending orgasm and I arched my body to allow him better access.
“God,” he said against my lips before trailing kisses down my jaw. “You are so wet.”
I whimpered and then cried out as he hit a spot, my lower half exploding into a fury of warmth.
It was unlike any orgasm I had ever had before and my entire body shook from the force, squeezing around him like a vise. I wanted to hang onto that feeling forever.
His hands found my hips and he pumped faster, our bodies slapping together in some rhythm that just felt right. I had never done this before with anyone, yet with Harrison, I knew what I was doing.
I knew I was waiting for something great to happen.
And then he let go with a hoarse shout before he stilled inside me.
I lay there, looking up at him and finding his eyes closed, his face tilted to the sky. I had brought on that pleasure; I had given him that look. He didn’t look like the hard man others knew him to be.
He looked like a man who had just been given the key to heaven.
Me, I felt like the baddest woman on the planet. I’d just had sex for the first time with the hottest guy I’d ever seen, even if I was going to have a devil of a time tearing down the walls he had built around him. I didn’t like Crankshaft. Crankshaft was rough and didn’t want anyone to care about him.
But Harrison, he was wounded somehow, and I wanted to show him he didn’t have to be.
He could be liked, even loved, no matter what kind of person he had become. Maybe that was part of the reason I had given him my virginity.
The other reason was that I liked him. I liked Harrison.
He opened his eyes and looked down at me, a crooked smile on his lips. “Damn that felt good.”
I gave him a half smile, suddenly embarrassed and unsure of myself. There was a pleasant twinge in my lower region, and my body was warm all over, which led me to wonder why I had waited so long.
Maybe I had been waiting for him. “Um, that was good.”
He quirked a brow. “Just good? Have I lost my touch?”
My blush deepened. “I mean, I don’t have anything to compare it to.”
“True,” he answered, leaning down to brush his lips over mine. “Let’s not make that a habit either.”
What was he saying? Was he implying he wanted more, like a real relationship?
How on earth was I going to have a relationship with a biker?
He groaned and slid out of me carefully, climbing off me and standing. I felt the disconnect immediately. I couldn’t. We were two different people with two totally different lives.
Where was he going? How could he walk away after saying something like that without an explanation?
What if he had said it without realizing it?
Oh God, I could not cry right now! I had just done something very grown up and it had been my choice and my choice alone to have sex with him. Harrison would be expecting me to a grown adult about this.
“Move over will you?”
I blinked back the sudden onslaught of tears to find Harrison, still very naked, standing beside the bed. “What?”
He arched a brow. “Did think I was leaving or something?”
I flushed and he choked out a laugh.
“You did think that. Well, I have no intentions of doing that, not unless you want me to leave.”
I moved so fast, backing up against the cold wall to make room for him. “Of course not. I want you here.”
He climbed into the narrow bed with me, forcing me to lie against his injured chest to fit us both comfortably.
“I hope I’m not hurting you,” I said.
“Nah I’m good,” he answered, sliding the comforter over our naked bodies. “Are you… I mean, did I hurt you?”
A goofy smile crossed my lips as my fingers found his midsection. It rose and fell under my touch. “No, not at all. I’m sorry I wasn’t more advanced.”
“Advanced? I don’t fucking care about that. Princess, what you gave me, that’s not something you should take lightly.”
I swallowed. “I didn’t.” I chose him for a reason, a very specific one. I just hoped that in the end, I wouldn’t regret my decision.
His hand found my hair, stroking it. “I’m sorry I lashed out at you outside. I… you make me feel things I’m not comfortable with.”
“Good or bad?” I joked lightly while his body shifted under my touch.
Harrison chuckled. “Good, real good.”
I tried not to scream happiness on the inside. He liked me, even if I made him feel uncomfortable.
“Why did you wait so long?”
I smiled against his skin. “I don’t know..” I didn’t know why I had waited so long really. “In high school, I wasn’t popular, always had my nose stuck in a book. I didn’t really date. And then in college, it’s not like things were better.”
“Really?” he asked. “I figured you’d be the star of the show, being a woman in a sea of computer nerds.”
“Have you ever stepped
into an intro to computer science class?” I asked. “Let's just say that people who are good with computers aren’t always the best with their hygiene. And well, once you reject enough of them, you start building a reputation as an ice queen.”
Harrison chuckled, his hand roaming down my back possessively. “Well, I’m glad you waited, even for a fucker like me.”
I didn’t want to ask him the same question, so I framed it a different way. “Has there been anyone you’ve been serious about?”
He stiffened under my hand. “Yeah,” he finally answered. “There was.”
Now I was itching to know everything. I wasn’t one to normally pry into someone’s personal life, but a streak of ugly jealousy still ran through me at the thought of some other girl being that important to him. “Well, her loss then.”
Harrison didn’t answer, but his body relaxed a bit and I knew I had reacted correctly. Clearly it was a sore spot for him.
“I’m gonna find your father.”
Those words dashed any elation I felt as the real reason of why I lay in this bed with this great guy came crashing down.
My father.
The SIM card.
Not telling the truth about what I knew about my father’s disappearance.
I felt horrible. I had completely pushed aside the fact that my father was missing.
And it was the real reason I was here right now, lying in this bed with Harrison. Would he be upset about what I hadn’t told him?
Did I want to ruin this moment by telling him about the SIM card? He would be so disappointed in me.
“Go to sleep,” Harrison murmured against my forehead. “We’ll talk about it in a few hours.”
I closed my eyes, mainly because I wanted to keep the tears at bay. I needed to tell Harrison and the rest of the club about the SIM card. It was the right thing to do.
As sleep overcame me, I knew I had to trust Harrison.
He trusted me. It was only fair I do the same for him.
***
I woke up sometime before dawn, to the sound of a torrential rain beating down on the clubhouse. Thunder shook the building and I burrowed closer to Harrison’s warm body, listening to his heavy breathing.
It hadn’t been a dream. I had slept with Harrison and enjoyed every minute of it.
So why was my heart still heavy?
Because I truly cared about him. That’s why. It was beyond just sleeping with him. I was attracted to Harrison. Both physically and emotionally.
I wanted more.
Carefully, I extracted myself from Harrison’s arm and slid to the foot of the bed, climbing out. A soft smile flitted across my lips when I peered down at him while he slept, noting how relaxed he looked when he wasn’t trying to be the badass enforcer.
I didn’t want to let him go.
With an inward sigh, I opted to grab his shirt instead of mine, throwing it over my body before locating my underwear and sliding them on as well. I wished we would have met at another time in my life, maybe even after I had finished college so we’d be free and clear.
But just as I thought about it, I knew it wouldn’t have happened. I wouldn’t have given Harrison the time of day in any other setting, too scared to even approach him.
For some reason, I thought the feeling would have been mutual.
Spying my phone, I grabbed it on the way to the bathroom, shutting the door softly behind me before cutting on the light. Fluorescent lighting washed my surroundings as I pulled the phone case back, allowing the SIM card to drop in my waiting hand.
It was still there. I stared at the little card, biting my lower lip. This was the biggest secret I was keeping from Harrison. This little SIM card, whatever it had on it, was very important to my father and to the cartel, likely so important they would kill him for it.
Harrison had almost died because of it.
I felt sick. I should have told him from the beginning, but I couldn’t trust anyone then. That was before bullets had started flying and people got killed.
I was in a dangerous game.
Would Harrison hate me? I thought about the careful way he handled me last night, how he had let his own guard down and let me in to the person people rarely saw.
To have him hate me now would be the worst thing imaginable.
I had to know what was on the SIM card before I handed it over, so I pried out my own SIM card from my phone and inserted my father’s, watching as my phone powered up. Whatever I was about to see would change the course of my life, but might also lead to my father.
I had to at least look.
The password box popped up and I entered the code my father made me memorize, grateful for my photographic memory. It was one of the many things I had inherited from him.
The SIM card accepted the password and little file folders appeared, each with a different number. It made no sense to me, but as I clicked on a folder, a series of numbers, obviously in cash format, appeared.
It was almost like someone’s bank account. But with way more money.
My phone vibrated, causing me to nearly drop it. A text box popped up on the screen and my heart stuttered in my chest.
You have seventy-two hours to bring the SIM card to this location or your father will be dead in a ditch by seventy-three.
The address was listed at the bottom and there was no number associated with it, but a shiver ran down my spine nevertheless. It had to be from the cartel.
They knew I had the SIM card.
I stumbled back against the door, my heart pounding in my ears. They knew I had the card and they would be coming for me, even if I didn’t meet them now.
They would come after Harrison and the rest of the club members. I couldn’t let that happen. I couldn’t be the reason they died.
Swallowing the bile in my throat, I removed the card, clenching it in my hand. I needed to turn this over to the Jesters, to those I trusted, so I could go after my father. I should have done that all along, really.
And then I would go after my father. I wasn’t about to tell Harrison, or anyone else, about his location and have them get killed. I’d already put them through enough.
Which meant I needed a gun. I didn’t know how to shoot, but I would have to learn quickly.
Because if I went to rescue my father without the SIM card, I would need to protect us somehow.
Drawing in a breath, I turned toward the closed door, knowing Harrison would be waking up at any moment. How would I explain this to him? I didn’t want to see the disappointment in his face, to know I had hurt him in any way.
I didn’t want to leave even this bathroom! I should have never gotten out of that bed either, but what was done was done, and I had to face whatever came next.
I just hoped that when I did confess to having this SIM card, and rescued my father, I would still have a chance with Harrison. It wasn’t so much that he was my first as much as it was that I really liked him.
I mean, really liked him.
Reaching for the doorknob, I sent up a small prayer and hoped that after I confessed, it would all be okay.
Pulling open the door, I stepped out of the bathroom, finding Harrison seated on the bed, shirtless but clothed from the waist down. The look on his face was not one of love and devotion, but distrust and wariness.
I swallowed, feeling suddenly like a bad person for lying to him. He knew. How, I didn’t know, but he knew.
“So, princess,” he said, his gaze on me. “Got something to tell me?”
Chapter 14
Harrison
Shock flickered over her face, and something inside me withered and died as a result. I didn’t know what it was, but something had awoken me from the best sleep I had experienced in a long time.
To an empty bed. To me, there could only be one reason Sabrina had gotten out of the bed, one reason she had locked herself in that bathroom.
She was hiding something.
But seeing her standing there, in my shirt, made me want to
push my hint of doubt aside and take her again.
I wasn’t sated, not by a long shot.
“W-why would you say that?” she asked, forcing me to focus on the present.
