"Don't stop," she gasps, her eyes locking with mine. "I want it. I want your cum inside me."
Hearing her say that breaks something in me. My eyes widen as I take in the most gorgeous woman I've ever seen spread out before me, and my control shatters completely. My cock pulses, shooting load after load deep inside her as she reaches what appears to be a second orgasm, her pussy clenching around me, milking every last drop of cum from my body.
When I'm finally spent, I pull out and collapse beside her on the bed, my chest heaving as I try to catch my breath. I can hear myown heartbeat thundering in my ears, alongside Olivia's gasping breaths. I don't remember the last time I gave this much of myself to someone—physically or emotionally. Probably never.
She turns toward me, placing a hand on my sweat-slicked chest, her eyes soft and wondering. "That was... unbelievable."
"Yeah," I agree, still trying to regulate my breathing. "It was."
I can't help but think about what she said before we started this, asking me to stay. The thought of it fills me with both hope and apprehension. The club has been my family, my purpose, for the past year. But Olivia... she's been the missing piece of my soul for much longer.
"Are you thinking about what I said?" she asks softly, as if reading my thoughts. "About staying?"
I nod, turning to face her. "I am. And I'd trade everything for you, Liv. Everything."
"What about your motorcycle club?" Her fingers trace patterns on my chest, her touch gentle but uncertain.
"I'd have to talk to them about it," I say truthfully. "Explain the situation. But they'd probably understand." I pause, hoping I'm right. "Reaper's tough, but he's fair. He knows what it's like to find something worth fighting for."
"I'm sorry," she says, her eyes dropping. "I shouldn't put you in such a bad position. Making you choose—"
"Hey." I cup her face, making her look at me. "You have nothing to worry about. You're the love of my life, Olivia. You always have been. Staying with you wouldn't be a sacrifice. It would be a gift."
Her eyes fill with tears at my words, and she leans in to kiss me. Our lips are just about to touch when a loud knock on the door makes us both freeze.
"Ignore it," I tell her, trying to recapture the moment.
But the knocking only grows more insistent, turning into pounding. Then a voice—Devin's voice—shouts from the other side.
"I know you're in there! Both of you! Open this fucking door! I'm back to get my revenge, and this time I'm not alone!"
Fuck.
I look at Olivia, seeing the fear replace the afterglow of our lovemaking. Cum is still dripping from her pussy onto the sheets, but the moment of bliss is shattered. Her eyes tell a different story now. She's beyond scared.
"Get dressed," I tell her, already moving off the bed. "Everything's going to be okay."
I pull on my jeans and shirt, making sure my knife is secure in its sheath and my gun is within easy reach at the small of my back. Olivia scrambles into her clothes, her hands shaking so badly she can barely fasten her bra.
The pounding continues, accompanied by threats and curses. I approach the door cautiously, years of combat training kicking in. I've been in worse situations than this. I've trained for this. It's time to show Devin that numeric superiority isn't always the answer.
I peer through the peephole, assessing the threat. Devin stands outside, his face still bloody from our earlier encounter at the bar. Behind him are three men. Two men who probably work at his shop, and one who must be his brother, Sam, given the family resemblance. All four look drunk, angry, and ready for a fight.
Chapter 8 - Olivia
My trembling fingers fumble with my bra clasp as I watch Tyler peer through the peephole. The door rattles with each of Devin's angry blows, and I can't help but think that he's like a horror movie villain. Never truly gone, always finding me no matter where I hide.
Just minutes ago, I was experiencing the most intense pleasure of my life in Tyler's arms. Now fear courses through my veins, making my heart pound for an entirely different reason. I pull on my jeans, nearly falling over in my haste.
"How many?" I whisper, tugging my sweater over my head.
"Four," Tyler answers, his voice eerily calm. "Devin, his brother, and two others. Probably from his shop."
My stomach drops. "Four against one? Tyler, we need to call the police."
He turns to look at me, and what I see in his expression sends a chill down my spine. There's no fear there. Only cold, calculated focus. The soldier has fully emerged.
"No time," he says. "Stay back from the windows and door. If something happens to me, lock yourself in the bathroom and call this number." He quickly scribbles a phone number on the motel notepad. "Ask for Reaper. Tell him what happened."
