Conrad (Savage Kings MC - South Carolina Book Series 4)

by Lane Hart

  Tossing the keys onto the bedside table, I slip off my cut and then pull my T-shirt over my head.

  “God, yes,” Hannah murmurs.

  “I don’t have any condoms,” I pause in my undressing to warn her, giving her a chance to back out of this before it goes any further.

  “I trust you,” she says confidently, giving me the final green light I needed.

  Reaching into her panties, I pull the remote from them and toss it on the mattress beside her before I flip her over so she’s flat on her stomach. With her cheek pressed to the bed, she watches me toe off my shoes and then undo my pants, shoving my jeans and boxer briefs down my legs in a hurry.

  The sounds coming from the flat-screen draw my attention for a few seconds, but the woman strung up on a hook getting fucked doesn’t do as much for me as the willing and ready woman on the bed in front of me.

  Once I’m naked, I walk up next to Hannah’s head on the bed. Holding my hard cock in my right hand, I fist her blonde hair into a makeshift ponytail with my left to guide her mouth toward me. Her lips part, and she looks up as I fill her mouth, sliding in and out as deep as I want a few times. Hannah moans around my shaft and squirms as much as she can on the bed. She really does love sucking cock, so much so that she’s getting turned on and there’s nothing she can do to get any relief. I’m torturing her on purpose but only for a little while. I’ve waited too long to shoot my load down her throat. No, this time, I’ve got to get inside of her first.

  “That’s enough,” I tell her when I pull her head back to take my dick out of her mouth. She makes a whimpering sound of disappointment, like she didn’t want me to stop. “Now it’s your turn.”

  Climbing on top of her back, I straddle her lower legs to tug her undone shorts and panties down her ass to her thighs as far as they can go before the thigh cuffs stop them. It doesn’t leave me a lot of room to work, but I’m still able to lean down and swipe my tongue down the crack of her ass and through her slit, making her cry out gibberish as her entire body trembles. Sliding my right hand underneath Hannah’s stomach, I let my fingers glide down over her clit, circling it a few times before moving lower. I shove two fingers inside of her cunt while my tongue and lips tease around her folds and up to her puckered hole.

  “Oh my god!” she gasps and squirms, her hands tightened into fists where they’re restrained like she wishes they were free so she could give herself the relief I’m holding back.

  Finally taking mercy on her, and myself since I’m rock hard, I lift her hips and pull her legs apart as far as the spreader bar will let them to get my tongue on her swollen clit. Three flicks later and Hannah’s screaming into the comforter as she comes louder than the actress on TV. She’s so wet that even my nose is soaked with her juices by the time I pull away.

  I kiss my way up her ass cheeks and lower back, shoving the back of her shirt up as I go until I’m stretched out on top of her, holding my weight off on my knees that are digging into the mattress on either side of her hips. My aching cock is long and hard pressed against her ass, needing relief of my own. It feels like I’ve been waiting for this moment for years even though it’s only been a few days.

  “You ready?” I ask Hannah when I fist her hair to turn her face to the side.

  “Yes. Please,” she whispers before I slant my mouth over hers, kissing her hard while I rut against her lower body, seeking her tight entrance. Her legs are so close together that I have to reach down and guide my shaft to her opening. Hannah’s dripping wet, so once I squeeze my way in the first few inches, the rest of my cock easily slides the rest of the way inside. Underneath me she gasps and stills at the invasion while I clench my jaw to keep from coming within seconds. Taking her bareback is fucking risky, and not something I’ve ever done before now. I wish I had a condom, but I don’t, so I’ll just have to be careful. That could be tricky since with every breath Hannah takes, I feel it, feel her from the inside, sheathing me with her tight warmth that I never want to leave.

  Too bad my dick has other plans, and those include thrusting in and out whether I want to move or not. My hips are on board with that plan when they start pumping on their own, pulling almost all the way out of Hannah’s heaven before ramming back in again a little harder and deeper each time.

  Needing to anchor myself to something, I reach both palms underneath her lean body to cup her tits, squeezing them as I stretch out on top of her, pressing her into the mattress, fucking her faster and faster. On each thrust, Hannah cries out. Her pussy clenches around me like she’s getting closer and closer to coming again. Knowing what she needs to get there, I squeeze her nipple between two fingers, while sliding my other hand down her stomach to her clit again.

  “Yes, yes, yes!” she screams as my fingertips get her off.

  She drenches my cock with her juices, pulling me deeper with each throbbing pulse of her cunt until I can’t take any more.

  I’ve barely pulled out when my cock erupts, coming all over her ass cheeks.

  Before I collapse on top of Hannah and suffocate her, I’m able to hoist myself to the empty side of the bed to try and catch my breath.

  “I’ll clean you up and let you go in a minute,” I promise her.

  “It’s fine,” she says, turning her head to face me, eyes heavy. “I can’t move anyway.”

  I wait for the guilt to assault my conscience for what I just did, giving in and crossing the line with Hannah when I swore to myself I wouldn’t. But the truth is, being with her was too amazing to ever feel guilty about it.

  I just hope she doesn’t have any regrets after the fact. From my previous experience having sex with a woman while she’s bound, it’s either too much for her or not enough.

  What’s even scarier is if Hannah thought it was as incredible as I did because being with her when we get home isn’t an option no matter how much I want it to be. If the chief was willing to blackmail me to bring her home, he wouldn’t waste a second fucking me over, showing those videos to everyone I know if he found out I slept with his daughter.

  It’s a relief knowing that Hannah won’t tell him. I’m almost certain she hates him too much to even speak a word to him.

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Hannah

  * * *

  I’m still floating high above the hotel room, hell, even the city after my first time with Conrad. Sex with him, having him let go and be his wild, out-of-control self with me for even a few minutes, was just as mind-blowing as I thought it would be. I already want more.

  So, after he cleans up my backside with a washcloth and unlocks all four of the locks on the restraints, I roll over and kiss him hard, urging him flat on his back, glad he’s still gorgeously naked.

  He chuckles against my lips at my forwardness but lies back so that I can climb on top of him. Our tongues meet like the end of the world is near, maybe because it is at least for us. This time tomorrow we’ll most likely be going our separate ways, unless I can convince him not to throw me away.

  And I guess I’m not the only one in a hurry for round two. After Conrad’s palms roam over my ass, he pushes my shorts and panties the rest of the way off, then lifts my shirt over my head to get me as naked as he is. I’ve just felt his cock harden again against my belly when he grips my hips tightly to lower me down onto his shaft.

  With my hands braced on his smooth chest for balance, I take all of his thick girth to the hilt in one easy move that steals my breath.

  “God…you’re so fucking sexy,” Conrad grits out in pants from underneath me before he sits up. I wind both of my arms around his neck while his fingers spear through the sides of my hair. He pulls my mouth to his, attacking it furiously with his tongue as our lower bodies start to move in synchrony.

  With one palm cradling the back of my head, Conrad’s other arm wraps around me tightly, holding me impossibly close to his body.

  When our lips part, both of us gasping for air, I rest my forehead against his, and that’s when our blue eyes meet.
He looks at me with so much reverence and tenderness that I feel it in my soul. Everything is so right and perfect when Conrad is inside of me, like we’ve been together a million times instead of just once before, that I can’t even fathom us being apart even after just a few days.

  Conrad

  * * *

  One of the deepest, most restful sleeps of my life abruptly ends before the sun comes up.

  For the second night in a row, I’ve woken up with Hannah in my arms, her warmth and scent surrounding me in a happy fog. Except this morning is a little different from yesterday since we’re both still naked from going at it the night before.

  Everything was fine and great between us after I fucked her in the restraints.

  But then when I freed her, she climbed on top of me and…something happened.

  I think I’ve started falling for Hannah. Which is honestly even worse than fucking her because we can’t be together. She’s going to rehab for months, and I have to stay away from her unless I want my dirty secret to come out and ruin my life.

  It’s not that I don’t want to deal with the humiliation, it’s that I don’t want to add to my parents’ stress since they have enough to handle as it is with my mom’s medical bills.

  Pulling my arm out from underneath Hannah, I swing my legs to the floor to sit up on the side of the bed and start putting some distance between us, even though it feels like it’s too little, too late.

  Hannah’s addictive. I’ve known that from the first night we met but thought I was strong enough to resist.

  I wasn’t.

  Behind me I hear the sheets shuffle as the mattress dips, and then her fingernails are lightly scratching my back.

  “Morning,” she says, her voice still hoarse from sleep.

  “Morning,” I reply, closing my eyes to soak up her touch just a little while longer before I have to make myself get up to get a shower.

  “I like your tattoo,” she says, fingertips gliding over the skull king that covers most of my back. It’s the only ink I have, and it took three days to finish.

  “Thanks,” I reply.

  “You okay?” Hannah asks.

  “Yeah, just need some coffee,” I answer as I get to my feet and instantly miss her touch. “Go back to sleep. I’ll wake you after my shower,” I say without even glancing at her, afraid that if I see her looking like a sex goddess tangled in the sheets that I’ll jump back in bed and never want to leave.

  “I’ll be here when you get back,” she says as I head into the bathroom.

  And I know she will be because I’m almost certain that the way my chest is aching for her is mutual. Hannah won’t leave me. I’ll have to be the bad guy and leave her later today when the time comes.

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Hannah

  * * *

  “Time to get your shower,” Conrad’s deep voice says softly as he gives my shoulder a shake to wake me up.

  Guess I fell asleep when he went into the bathroom, too warm and comfortable in bed, curled up to his pillow that still smells like him.

  “Do we have to leave?” I whine with my eyes still shut, having happy flashbacks of last night that I would love to recreate this morning with Conrad.

  “Yes. Only about six or so more hours and we’ll be back in Myrtle Beach.”

  His tone is direct and firm, leaving no wiggle room in his plan. Still, that doesn’t stop me from opening my eyes and quietly saying, “Let me stay with you.”

  “What?” he asks, raking his fingers through his damp hair.

  “Could I stay with you when we get back? I don’t want to have to deal with my father.”

  “That’s not a good idea,” he mutters.

  “You know we could have a lot of fun together,” I say when I sit up on my knees to grab the waistband of his jeans to pull him to the edge of the bed. I run my fingers teasingly over his belt buckle. “I might like belts, whips, or paddles. I’ve grown to love bondage. Every time you put the restraints on me, I get wet.”

  “You don’t know what you’re asking for,” he tells me, taking a step back out of my reach. “And with the bondage and paddles, it’s about more than sex for me.”

  “So what’s it about?” I ask curiously.

  “I don’t know really. Total control and possession, I guess. I think I need both, nothing less.”

  “I could give you both,” I tell him.

  “I’m not sure I could be enough for you.”

  What the fuck?

  “Because I’m a slut?” I huff indignantly.

  “No, because you’re young and still trying to figure shit out. You’re not ready for that kind of commitment.”

  “I can be committed,” I reply. “Just think about it. I could be your sex slave. You could do anything you want to me, whenever you want.”

  “I want you to get better and not act like this. Sex is great, but there’s a lot more to life. Don’t you want to stand on your own two feet without needing a man to take care of you?”

  Those kinds of accomplishments seem out of my reach. “I don’t know if I can do that alone,” I admit.

  “You can,” Conrad says. “Once you’re sober and not sleeping around all the time. You’ve got your whole life ahead of you.”

  The way he says that, it makes it sound like he’s not going to be part of it.

  “So last night was just a onetime thing, huh? You don’t want to be with me?”

  “That’s…that’s not what I said…” he stammers.

  “But it’s true, though, right? Once we get to Myrtle Beach, I won’t see you again, will I?” I ask him directly, blinking back the tears in my eyes.

  Gritting his teeth, he reminds me of what we agreed on just a few hours ago. “Just for tonight. Remember that? It’s what we agreed to because this, us, it’s not a good idea considering who your father is, Hannah.”

  I don’t give a shit what my father thinks about us being together, so why should Conrad?

  “I could just tell him you’ve already fucked me, and then it won’t be a big deal,” I remark with a careless shrug since it doesn’t seem like a big deal. We’re both adults, and my father doesn’t get to have a say in my life anymore.

  As soon as the words leave my mouth, I know they were the wrong ones. Things aren’t that simple.

  Conrad freezes and then asks, “Are you seriously threatening me now? If you tell him, I’ll lose everyone I care about!” I don’t respond because he looks like he’s going to explode, and I don’t want to add fuel to the fire. “I knew it! I knew I shouldn’t have…we shouldn’t have…sex is always a weapon with you! Fuck!” Lashing out like I’ve never seen him do before, Conrad grabs the first thing he can reach – the hotel phone – then yanks it hard enough to pull it out of the wall and throw it against the opposite one.

  Jeez. Now he’s actually saying he regrets what we did last night. How could he think that? It wasn’t one-sided, it couldn’t be.

  “But we did fuck,” I say, trying not to freak out about his violent outburst but to remind him we’re good together. “It was incredible, remember? I don’t know about you, but it was the best I’ve ever had. It was so intense and good that I want to do it again. And I don’t care how rough it gets. I can handle it.”

  “Do you think I like hurting you?” he asks, face turning red in anger. “I don’t want to want that, especially not with you. You’re damaged enough as it is!”

  I gasp at his insult before lashing out right back at him. “Fuck you, Conrad.” Throwing the covers off me, I storm over to the bathroom, needing to get away from him. He rushes over, but I’m able to slam the door shut in his face before he can wedge his foot in the way.

  “Fuck!” I hear him shout on the other side before he pounds his fist or head against the door. “Please come out, Hannah. I didn’t mean it like that. It’s not your fault!” he says. “I don’t know what happened to you, why you act the way you do. Something obviously happened, though. Someone has already hurt you too
badly. You deserve better.”

  He’s right, someone did hurt me, someone who was supposed to love me unconditionally.

  And I’m starting to think that no one will ever love me that way.

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Conrad

  * * *

  Surprisingly, I hear the shower come on in the bathroom and then the hair dryer thirty minutes later before Hannah comes out with a towel wrapped around her body. Usually, she would love the chance to flaunt her nakedness, but not this morning. She’s pissed at me.

  I tell myself that’s a good thing because I’m fucking angry at her too for threatening to tell her father about us. Besides, it’s better that she hates me than loves me and vice versa.

  Not that I love her.

  That’s impossible. I’ve only known her for a few days, and she’s been a pain in the ass pretty much the entire time. Except for last night when I was inside of her. Or when she was on her knees. See, that’s the problem, it’s just sex with her. Always. She’s used it this entire time to make me addicted to her so that I would take her home with me.

  My first thought when I picture her in my house is that she would fit right in with Cannon’s nightly parties. And the second thought is that Cannon is the last person she should meet. He’s all about having a good time, forgetting about consequences and just living in the moment. Hannah doesn’t need any more enablers. She needs rehab, however long it takes for a therapist to figure out why she drinks and lives to excess.

  Once her clothes are on, I ask, “Are you ready?”

  “Yes” is her one-word clipped answer when she grabs her bag and heads to the door.

  I don’t bother with the restraints today. In fact, I’ve already tossed them in the hotel trash can and moved the bed back into place.