I knew he was giving me an out. A distraction. Something that could pull my focus away from the things that were threatening to overwhelm me. I’d gone from fully invested in the project, to worrying about every little detail that could destroy what we were building together.
“Hey, come see the room, baby. If you’re really good, I’ll go down on you.” I gasped, my cheeks heating up at his suggestion, but my hand slipped inside his, and I let him lead me into the building.
Chapter Thirty-One
SHE WAS FREAKING OUT, and the best way I’d found to help her free herself from her internal pressures and fears, was to drive her out of her mind with pleasure. It wasn’t entirely selfless. I loved eating her, loved her taste, loved the way she squirmed and fisted the bedding, as she succumbed to the way I could make her feel.
“This here is the ground floor, obviously, and these three rooms here are spares, for anyone who needs a bed for a night or two. The ones further down the hallway are all permanent residences for club members, and uh,” I turned to point the door we’d been standing with our backs to, “This one is mine for when I stay over. It’s not much, but it’s a place to lay my head.”
I hadn’t stayed there in more than a week now, so I hoped it didn’t smell stale in there, what with there being no fucking windows. We were so adding plenty of windows when we rebuilt this fucker. I unlocked the door, and pushed it open. The room was dark until I flicked on the single ceiling light, and when the room lit up, it showed it for what it was. A box with a bed init and a single unit to hold a few clothes and things. There was a communal bathroom down the hall, something Grease never failed to bitch about constantly. That’ll teach him to trade a mafia mansion for a biker club.
“Well, uh… this is it.” Did I sound lame? That felt lame.
“It’s… it’s nice. So only you have a key?”
I nodded, guiding her inside and pushing the door closed, turning the lock from my side.
“Safe and secure, babe. Now it’s just you and me, and nobody to see what I’m about to do to you.”
She practically squeaked as she spun on her heels, but that look on her face wasn’t fear or panic. It was excitement. It was arousal. It was the non-verbal version of a yes. Something I never took for granted.
“You want me to make you feel good, baby? You want me to spread you out and lick you into an orgasm-coma?”
Her cheeks flushed red, and she gasped, her hands coming up to cover her mouth, but she nodded vigorously. That should be enough consent, but like I said, take nothing for granted.
“Is that a yes?”
Her hands dropped down to fidget at her sides. “Yes. It’s a yes, Harley. Wait! No!”
The fuck? I stayed still, eyebrows raised as she blushed even more.
“It just… is it fair to make you do that when I… when I can’t uh…” she gestured at my pants, but I got the point loud and clear.
“First of all,” I said, as I advanced on her, earning another little squeak, “you’re not making me do it. I like doing it. Love it, even. There’s nothing about it that I don’t like. Secondly, I’m not expecting reciprocation, Caroline. I understand that it’s probably something you’ll never do, but I’m okay with that. Men talk about blow jobs like they’re all there is. I’m betting it’sbecause that’s all they get from women, because they suck in bed. I, however, do not suck in bed. Do I?”
She was giggling and shaking her head at me. “I mean, I have nobody to compare you to, but-”
I pressed my fingers over her lips, silencing her. “Nobody else exists, okay? The only man who gets to pleasure your sweet body is me. The only man who gets to see your sweet body is me. The only man who gets to learn your delicious flavour, is me.”
She nodded at each statement, and yeah, I know it was possessive and borderline a red flag, whatever. The point was clear. She wouldn’t need another man, because I’d be everything she needed.
“You ever want out, you tell me, but as far as I’m concerned, you’re mine, Caroline. That makes me yours too. Only yours. Let me down easy if that’s not what you want. I’m sensitive that way.”
I winked at her, but she was already throwing herself in my arms.
“Always you. Only you, Harley! You’re my everything now!”
Fuck yeah. I’ll take that. We kissed, deeply, frantically, desperately even, as I backed her up to the bed. It was neatly made, because I’m a tidy guy, but I still paused to check it over. Nobody wants a spider on their face during sex, right?
I lowered her down onto the bed, and started pulling at her clothes, because the sooner she was naked, the sooner I could see all of her gorgeous skin, those flushes that travelled over it, as I wound her up, the twitches of her limbs and muscles as she reacted to my touch, all the things that made sex with her a fucking delight.
“Are… are you sure nobody can get in? What about Micro?”
I leaned over her, my fists resting either side of her sweet face, as I mock scowled at her.
“You’re thinking of Micro while you’re in my bed? Tut tut, little lady… someone’s looking to cause trouble.”
She took a moment to grasp my meaning, and gasped when it hit her. When my point pushed past the sex-fog in her brain, and she slapped at my chest.
