Vivienne stops in her tracks, those beautiful hazel eyes widening in surprise as she takes in the setup. She’s dressed in an oversized hoodie and sleep pants with her hair mussed, but she’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. My heart leaps as I take her in, and…I fall in love with her all over again.
“I was starting to think you’d never come out,” I say, walking over to her, and the mix of surprise and pleasure in her expression lets me know that I did the right thing.
“What’s this?”
“Dinner,” I offer, leaning in and brushing my lips over hers because I can’t fucking help myself. I reach down and take her hand in mine before guiding her to the table. “I noticed that you didn’t really eat much at the restaurant. So how do you feel about sharing a candlelight dinner with me?”
“H-how did you…these are lilies,” she whispers, fingering a petal before leaning in to sniff the flower, though I imagine she doesn’t get much of a scent from the flowers. The scent of tomato and basil and garlic from the pasta is stronger. “No one’s ever bought me flowers before.”
“Do you like them?”
“I do.” She sniffs, and when she turns to me, I see the tears in her eyes. “I love them. Lilies are one of my favorite flowers. I used to live next to a florist when we lived in Chicago, a sweet old lady who would let me play in her shop.”
I pull out the dining chair for her to sit before following suit. “Do you want to talk about it?” I ask, reaching for her hands across the table and brushing my lips over them. “About your life in Chicago?”
“I don’t remember much. We left when I was only eight.”
I watch her, see the shadows dancing on her face, and decide not to push her into anything. “I moved to Chicago when I was eight,” I tell her, releasing her hands so I can serve the food. “My dad had just lost his job and couldn’t pay the mortgage so we moved to Chicago to live with my uncle. He was a Steel Rebel and lived in the clubhouse, so he let my parents have hishouse since he wasn’t living in it anyway.” I serve her some pasta and garlic bread. “A rival club with a vendetta against my uncle decided to raid the house, and my parents were caught in the cross fire.”
“I'm so sorry,” she whispers, and I realize that I’ve yet again dragged us into the past despite my best efforts not to, but since I’ve already opened the door, might as well go through it.
“My uncle became my guardian, and when I told him I wanted to join the Rebels so I could avenge my parents, he refused.”
“You don’t hate him? Or the Rebels?” She stops, her fork suspended in the air. “Why would you want to join the very people that caused this?”
“They didn’t cause it,” I explain. “The Vipers, who were the rival club at the time, were causing trouble for everyone. Harassing locals and bringing crime into the city. The cops lost control over the situation so the Steel Rebels had to step in. My uncle was an enforcer at the time so he did what had to be done to protect the city. He knew there would be retaliation but he never thought the price for protecting others would come at such a great cost, so no, I don’t blame or resent the Rebels for what happened.”
“So how did you join if your uncle was against it?”
“I went to college, got a degree, then applied to be a prospect. Those were his conditions if I wanted to join the club,” I say, turning to my own dinner. “He died right after I graduated from college. I’d kept my promise to him, so I became a prospect.”
“Is that what they do? The Rebels. Do they really help people?”
“It is,” I say, and I notice the confusion on her face. “Ask anything you want to know about the Rebels and I’ll answer it.”
“What does my brother do?”
“Other than charm the ladies?” It does my heart good to see the smile that brightens her face. “He’s the VP of the club, so he helps Saint handle club business and he helps run the bar on the first floor of the clubhouse. He handles some of the more public-facing aspects of the club. People tend to trust a handsome man.”
“Then they must trust you too.”
I smirk. “Are you saying I’m handsome?”
She blushes, cheeks reddening at my words and fuck, she looks so fucking beautiful under the candlelight. The conversation flows more easily for the rest of dinner, and I notice that the fear and pain in her eyes are fading. They’re almost gone when I send her to bed so I can clean up and grab the shower I missed earlier. I figure she’s already asleep when I finally join her in bed, but she immediately turns to me when I climb in, her mouth seeking mine before I can pull the covers over us. Heat swamps me as she rolls on top of me and it takes her breasts pressing against my chest to realize that she’s naked. All my blood rushes south and my cock stiffens in seconds.
“I’ve been waiting for so long,” she whines, rolling her hips over mine.
“Fuck, baby.” I groan into the kiss when I feel her hand slip between us and into my sweatpants. She grabs my stiff cock into her soft hands and starts to stroke me, slowly, her breath fanning my lips as she moves. “I didn’t mean to make you wait. You’re killing me, sweetheart.”
“Really?” she whispers, and I hiss when she rubs at my sensitive crown with her thumb, gathering precum onto her palm before sliding it over my length. “I want to try the thing you do to me.”
There’s so much blood pounding in my ear that it takes a second to make out her words. “What?”
“Show me,” she whispers in the dark, brushing her mouth over mine. “The thing you do to me with your mouth? Teach me how to do it.”
Fuuuck!
It’s the words. No, it’s the innocent way they’re spoken that has me nearly ejaculating all over her hand. “You want to suck my cock?”
